<?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-8060959825603827278</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:09:26.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink-a-boo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-2214800281029160366</id><published>2010-01-04T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:05:53.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we collide sparks fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/S0HkAAJXGPI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bf9JSg2YF6Q/s1600-h/DSC02314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422866115021183218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/S0HkAAJXGPI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bf9JSg2YF6Q/s200/DSC02314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at those eyebags. :C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, I haven't update for the past few days, was shopping like mad. Was kinda afraid I won't have time to shop when school reopen. Bought Eyelash Curler from Canmake and new wallet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school. Luckily there wasn't any long first-day-of school speech, was there one or maybe i was sleeping? I was really tired today morning but excited at same time. I had trouble sleeping last night and I slept at about 2.30am? Ms Tay is our form teacher again. Almost all my subject teachers remain the same. Except for English, Geography, History and Physics(if i'm not wrong). 3 new student transfered into our class, all girls. I haven't really talked to them yet. My seat is way at the back again, right beside Yaya. (: But I can't really hear what the teacher is talking about sometimes. Especially during literature. I guess that's about it. Bye. Btw, I won't updating much. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3 Jan 10, 08:13 PM&lt;br /&gt;Elin: SINYUUUUUUUUU~ YOHYOH, next year sec 2 lerh worh!! LOL :p&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you sec 3 ler hor. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-2214800281029160366?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/2214800281029160366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-at-those-eyebags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2214800281029160366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2214800281029160366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-at-those-eyebags.html' title='When we collide sparks fly.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/S0HkAAJXGPI/AAAAAAAAAVc/bf9JSg2YF6Q/s72-c/DSC02314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-239773944351897257</id><published>2010-01-01T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:25:44.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ticking away the moments that make up a dull day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photography Graphics" src="http://i664.photobucket.com/albums/vv4/missdolliecrave/dolliecrave/graphics/photography/70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;Everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-239773944351897257?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/239773944351897257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2010/01/ticking-away-moments-that-make-up-dull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/239773944351897257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/239773944351897257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2010/01/ticking-away-moments-that-make-up-dull.html' title='ticking away the moments that make up a dull day'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8136954915839910400</id><published>2009-12-30T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:41:17.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the thunder and I am the lightening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SztL-UczQAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RSSL7BZviJI/s1600-h/DSC02300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421010110484004866" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SztL-UczQAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RSSL7BZviJI/s200/DSC02300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone. Sorry for not updating for the past 3 days. Went shopping today with mommy at plaza sing, bought Kari Top from Cotton On and Ofg Miss Laurent Top and a bag from ripples. (: I haven't took any pictures of it yet, I promise I the pics in the next post okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing at Science Centre yesterday(With Mom, Brother and Nicole and her family), we went there mainly because we wanted to see the Body World Exhibition. It was really amazing and quite an eye opening experience for me. Me and Nicole try to copy the position of the on point dancer(if i remember the name correctly), difficult. I think it's because we're wearing shoes. Marcus said something very gross about the exhibits and we can't stop laughing. I won't post about it because it's too obscene. LOL. No pictures of the exhibits because no photography was allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to IMM. Walked around alittle, I saw some wallets. Mom wanted to buy for me but I suddenly changed my mind. Was kind of afraid I might not use after two or three times and then, it would be a waste. Dinner at Ichiban Sushi, yum. :P Sheri was so funny, she kept speaking in Hong Kong Accent. We were all laughing our asses off. After dinner, accompany Sheri to go buy her heels. Find my mom then we went home. My mom gave Sheri a lift home. End of the day. I couldn't sleep at night, I don't know what's wrong with me. When school reopen, I think I won't be able to sleep and that will results in panda eyes. NOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Picture above taken outside Ichiban. That pair of shades belong to Nicole. Nice right? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8136954915839910400?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8136954915839910400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-thunder-and-i-am-lightening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8136954915839910400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8136954915839910400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-thunder-and-i-am-lightening.html' title='You are the thunder and I am the lightening.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SztL-UczQAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RSSL7BZviJI/s72-c/DSC02300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8941215188568808243</id><published>2009-12-26T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:42:36.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took my heart to the limit, and this is where i stay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SzYRZBx1CgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1IfBSuNPavQ/s1600-h/DSC02130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419538323258804738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SzYRZBx1CgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1IfBSuNPavQ/s200/DSC02130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Christmas Gathering at my aunt's house yesterday, I didn't really get any presents. I don't get presents eversince I turned 11? They didn't what to buy so they gave me red packets but of it was &lt;em&gt;bigger&lt;/em&gt; then the ones I received during chinese new year. My mum got something from Crabtree And Evelyn, I'm not sure what is it. We played guitar hero(on wii) and my aunt was like "I'm the the background dancer." then she started dancing like mad. LOL. The way she dance so cute. Played wii sports after that, Black Team(Black guy, sidney create the character.) Vs Red Team(It's a white girl.). My bro said the black guy look weird. Haa, Michael was like "What did you say?" He thinks that guy looks like Kanye West. And we came up with something like, Obama VS Sarah Palin. Obama keeps winning but it was unfair because Palin has no skill points and Obama has like 211 skill points. I must say I have lots of fun, so looking forward to next year's christmas gathering. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing much today, I did my homework and rot at home again.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, class blog updated, go check it out. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8941215188568808243?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8941215188568808243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/took-my-heart-to-limit-and-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8941215188568808243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8941215188568808243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/took-my-heart-to-limit-and-this-is.html' title='Took my heart to the limit, and this is where i stay.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SzYRZBx1CgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1IfBSuNPavQ/s72-c/DSC02130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-5508425492626265427</id><published>2009-12-23T18:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:51:48.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hiding from you and your soul of ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SzIMpGsXOII/AAAAAAAAAU8/IByLWP-vTxA/s1600-h/DSC02241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418407201990981762" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SzIMpGsXOII/AAAAAAAAAU8/IByLWP-vTxA/s200/DSC02241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SzIMpUonCzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/uanUgOdPd4k/s1600-h/DSC02245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418407205733337906" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SzIMpUonCzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/uanUgOdPd4k/s200/DSC02245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sɐɯʇsıɹɥɔ ʎɹɹǝɯ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside down. Cool right? Got it from dollie crave text generator. ◕‿◕ Anyways, won't be going for any christmas party tmr, it has been postpone to christmas day which is on friday. And I finally bought my false lashes! I bought one for my mom too(as christmas present).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do on the net recently, and mom keeps asking me to revise on my studies. And speaking of it, I realized I haven't done any studying for 1½ months. Ohmygod, my brain is going to rot anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to go back to school. But I don't want to wake up so early in the morning. And doing all the stupid homework and stuffs. And being lectured by teachers, and hearing the long first-day-of-school speech given by the principal. But still, if I don't go back and start up my brain circuit, all my information stored there will be permanently deleted. Don't bother searching for 'recycle bin' because I haven't got one in my brain. God, I'm just so hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23 Dec 09, 10:14 AM&lt;br /&gt;Elin: i want tanktop too &gt;&lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23 Dec 09, 10:14 AM&lt;br /&gt;Elin: LOL! nice flats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22 Dec 09, 03:57 PM&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: Ehhh yo! Relink me again... haah nice flats (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, relinked. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-5508425492626265427?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/5508425492626265427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-hiding-from-you-and-your-soul-of-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5508425492626265427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5508425492626265427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-hiding-from-you-and-your-soul-of-ice.html' title='i&apos;m hiding from you and your soul of ice'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SzIMpGsXOII/AAAAAAAAAU8/IByLWP-vTxA/s72-c/DSC02241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4681573573812981884</id><published>2009-12-21T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:17:54.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy90OXg_05I/AAAAAAAAAUk/EHLB_S-ies0/s1600-h/DSC02236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417676666929402770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy90OXg_05I/AAAAAAAAAUk/EHLB_S-ies0/s200/DSC02236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy90O35CgmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iZIyiUtcUJc/s1600-h/DSC02237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417676675620176482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy90O35CgmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iZIyiUtcUJc/s200/DSC02237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 10.30am today. Went shopping with mommy today, it was a last-minute decision. Bought new flats, green tea face cream and black tank top. Finally I can strike something off my wishlist. (: I'm so gonna get false lashes, they are soooo awesome. I saw them at watsons recently, and I'm dying to buy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4681573573812981884?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4681573573812981884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-lane-snow-is-glistening-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4681573573812981884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4681573573812981884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-lane-snow-is-glistening-beautiful.html' title='In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, we&apos;re happy tonight.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy90OXg_05I/AAAAAAAAAUk/EHLB_S-ies0/s72-c/DSC02236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6211106368534096318</id><published>2009-12-20T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:45:02.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I've found true love, you'll never fool me again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy0Awxu_B_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/-Of7NH6qsv8/s1600-h/DSC02217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416986764780701682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy0Awxu_B_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/-Of7NH6qsv8/s200/DSC02217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy0AYLl9ZGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UQGgR2k3-0g/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416986342225437794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy0AYLl9ZGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/UQGgR2k3-0g/s200/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy0AYSz081I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Q1wkg2s19ng/s1600-h/DSC02216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416986344162653010" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy0AYSz081I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Q1wkg2s19ng/s200/DSC02216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy0AYtTGSwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JvoQL1CIR0I/s1600-h/DSC02222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416986351273134850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy0AYtTGSwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/JvoQL1CIR0I/s200/DSC02222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Christmas Party at yesterday, it was kinda boring 'cause I just smile and say hi to people I don't really know. The food there was quite nice, I think it was because I was feeling hungry. I was feeling so hungry that time I could eat a horse. LOL. We exchange our gifts and I got a swatch watch, my mum got chocolates and my bro got a winnie the pooh tissue box holder. -.-" Homed at around 10pm. Another Christmas Party on Christmas eve, gonna wear my jumpsuit again, people say I look hot in it. LOL. =X Gonna get more jumpsuits. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suddenly, I feel like I'm growing up,&lt;br /&gt;into somebody more mature,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave all my silly stuff behind&lt;br /&gt;and never ever look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6211106368534096318?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6211106368534096318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-ive-found-true-love-youll-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6211106368534096318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6211106368534096318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-ive-found-true-love-youll-never.html' title='Now I&apos;ve found true love, you&apos;ll never fool me again.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sy0Awxu_B_I/AAAAAAAAAUc/-Of7NH6qsv8/s72-c/DSC02217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-358605796507895126</id><published>2009-12-17T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:58:25.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleigh bells ring, are you listening it?</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm bored. I haven't been active on Facebook recently, and I think I got bored of Pet Society. But I'll probably start playing it again after some time. Or when I had interest in it. Just for now, I'm quitting. SO YOU PEOPLE CAN OVERTAKE MY LEVEL, OKAY?!?!?!? I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've receive my CDC &amp;amp; CCC Good Progress Award today, only an award voucher of $200, I rather find a job. LOL. I'm starting to like my background alot, I'm looking for a christmas one but I can't find any. Last Christmas is my favourite christmas song, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag Replies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 Dec 09, 06:35 PM&lt;br /&gt;Elin: LEAPORD PREEENS SEY! LOL!!! tagtag!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Miss Ris Low Leopard PREENS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 Dec 09, 12:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;QINGWEN: OWSINYU! &lt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINYU OW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 Dec 09, 09:40 PM&lt;br /&gt;Elin: TAITAI! updateeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luo saw leh you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13 Dec 09, 03:55 PM&lt;br /&gt;Triciabby.: Ohmygawd, hahs, i saw Qingwen's retarded face in it , LAWL!&lt;/b&gt; LOL. Her face kinda smudge lar. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 Dec 09, 10:37 AM&lt;br /&gt;Indah: tagged !! =D hang out so0n with us kays ?? miss ya ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, ask Xiuting and Amanda along too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 Dec 09, 08:22 PM&lt;br /&gt;Elin: OI WAN ME NAG AT U AGAIN AH LOL!!! update and tag me okay TAITAI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, will tag you soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 Dec 09, 06:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;Teresa (:: Hello! TAGGED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 Dec 09, 11:39 PM&lt;br /&gt;QINGWEN: LOL! you found the spectrum video. LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 Dec 09, 06:39 PM&lt;br /&gt;Elin: selfidh larhs you i tag u tag back asap LOL. ur HUAT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah whatever, selfidh and my huat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 Dec 09, 08:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;Ahxuan: Hahas(: Ty loads for uploading the spectrum video:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I didn't upload it, I just embed it on my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-358605796507895126?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/358605796507895126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleigh-bells-ring-are-you-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/358605796507895126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/358605796507895126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleigh-bells-ring-are-you-listening.html' title='sleigh bells ring, are you listening it?'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-7575421710702531578</id><published>2009-12-15T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:51:38.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The letter:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear (the last person who messaged you):&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;Your name.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#cc33cc;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February - Last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Wait, I need to check. Done! =X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear A:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;b&gt;I'll join the monastery&lt;/b&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;b&gt;Last year At the mental hospital&lt;/b&gt; and I saw you &lt;b&gt;Pull the toupee off Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/b&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;b&gt;Middle-class&lt;/b&gt; enough to understand &lt;b&gt;That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/b&gt;. I'm returning &lt;b&gt;Your memories from the military service&lt;/b&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;b&gt;Your collection of butterflies&lt;/b&gt; as a memory. You should also know that &lt;b&gt;I Was interviewed by the Times about Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go burn&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;SinYu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. I've changed my background, pink leopard prints. Maybe next time I'll try zebra prints. (: Christmas party this saturday and i'm still wondering what to wear, jumpsuit or dress? I wanna buy false eyelashes, so that when I blink there's a &lt;em&gt;tink tink tink&lt;/em&gt; effect. LOL. And instead of powder blush, I want to try cheek stain(it's liquid blush). Haish, holidays ending soon and it's gonna be a brand new year. Changed my blog song, Happy Christmas people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-7575421710702531578?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/7575421710702531578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-if-you-kissed-me-now-i-know-youd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7575421710702531578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7575421710702531578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-if-you-kissed-me-now-i-know-youd.html' title='But if you kissed me now, I know you&apos;d fool me again.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-2805392484770470944</id><published>2009-12-06T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:18:40.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart it pounds, yeah you got me.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Sorry I haven't been updating much, busy uh.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, won't be blogging often. (: And I found this spectrum 4 teaser on youtube, hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqTLLqOsXiM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqTLLqOsXiM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Replies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 Dec 09, 09:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;Jannah: Hey my beloved sister!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyhey. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 Dec 09, 05:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;Serena: nice costume (=&lt;br /&gt;6 Dec 09, 05:19 PM&lt;br /&gt;Serena: hey long time no tag ^-^ how r u doing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thanks, I'm fine, you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 Dec 09, 11:09 PM&lt;br /&gt;Adeline: Greetings !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 Dec 09, 06:27 PM&lt;br /&gt;Elin: and let me complain one more thing. TAG ME LARHS HAIYO. LOL!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaykay, nagnagnag again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 Dec 09, 06:26 PM&lt;br /&gt;Elin: this is called AUNTY. at least i did my "job" properly LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty job? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 Dec 09, 05:20 PM&lt;br /&gt;Ahxuan: Hellos preetayye ! Your teddyy is cuteee !((:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ah Xuan! My teddy bear will be real happy to hear that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-2805392484770470944?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/2805392484770470944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart-it-pounds-yeah-you-got-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2805392484770470944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2805392484770470944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart-it-pounds-yeah-you-got-me.html' title='My heart it pounds, yeah you got me.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-7666518781809965058</id><published>2009-12-01T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:27:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll find someone who loves me for me.</title><content type='html'>Went dance today, learn steps for orientation but wasn't chosen so won't be going for thursday practice. And I can't believe I found my old pair of dancing shoes in my store room, the one I wore when I was in primary 3! I thought I threw them away. LOL. I tried putting them on and it fits. But it was really uncomfortable, too tight. I did a pirouette and I almost fall, too slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's December already. One month of holiday had gone past. There's still one more month of holiday left. I don't get why Singapore's education systems is so tight. In America, they have holidays like, every season? They have Spring breaks, 3-months summer vacation, winter breaks and so on. So why Singapore's school students only get one-week break during March and September and a month long holiday during June?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-7666518781809965058?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/7666518781809965058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-bet-you-wish-you-had-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7666518781809965058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7666518781809965058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-bet-you-wish-you-had-my-love.html' title='I&apos;ll find someone who loves me for me.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-776234971166467702</id><published>2009-11-30T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:06:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me feel ridiculous, you make me into a crazy girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxO_nxZIVAI/AAAAAAAAATs/gbS3w8c5fsA/s1600/DSC02062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409878267396641794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxO_nxZIVAI/AAAAAAAAATs/gbS3w8c5fsA/s200/DSC02062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxO_op1qWRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s8jiLrUGFAk/s1600/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409878282548697362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxO_op1qWRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s8jiLrUGFAk/s200/DSC02056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Spent my day rotting away on the computer again.&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whored. =X Nothing to post,so bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-776234971166467702?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/776234971166467702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-me-feel-ridiculous-you-make-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/776234971166467702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/776234971166467702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-me-feel-ridiculous-you-make-me.html' title='You make me feel ridiculous, you make me into a crazy girl.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxO_nxZIVAI/AAAAAAAAATs/gbS3w8c5fsA/s72-c/DSC02062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-9141105918128804136</id><published>2009-11-28T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:38:39.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me act a little insane, you impair my judgement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxEnt3G1gsI/AAAAAAAAATc/W4Es_VSOtiU/s1600/Photo1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409148296288895682" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxEnt3G1gsI/AAAAAAAAATc/W4Es_VSOtiU/s200/Photo1054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxEmX1opSqI/AAAAAAAAATE/gz0y7iX0zpM/s1600/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409146818425080482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxEmX1opSqI/AAAAAAAAATE/gz0y7iX0zpM/s200/DSC02010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxEmYNcbbPI/AAAAAAAAATM/F5ChxnmkRrY/s1600/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409146824816291058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxEmYNcbbPI/AAAAAAAAATM/F5ChxnmkRrY/s200/DSC02012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining today again. Haish. So I went school today for open house. There wasn't anybody except Atikah outside the dance studio when I arrive. She didn't go because she was alone, so after chit chatting with her, we went in and look at the photos put up by the seniors. Nicholas look like &lt;em&gt;ah pek&lt;/em&gt; in one of the photos. LOL. After we changed into our costumes, we strt re-blocking 'cause some dancers were not here. Then perform for every single parent who came in. It was kinda stupid lar, we have to perform our whole spectrum item for every single parent who stepped in. Tiring uh. Then our new VP came in to watch us perform, I heard Mr Jin was posted to another school. And that was the last time we perform our spectrum item. The rest of the parents who came in only get to watch the hip hop item. Went over to the black box and Jannah screamed when she saw me. Haha, she look so&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;chio&lt;/em&gt; in mini skirt. Went home at 1pm, I was really, really tired in the car, I don't know howthehell. Performing was like, taking half my lifespan away. So I fell asleep in the car, and usually I will be awake when we reach but this time my mum have to wake me up. Well, I guess that's about it, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-9141105918128804136?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/9141105918128804136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-me-act-little-insane-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/9141105918128804136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/9141105918128804136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-me-act-little-insane-you.html' title='You make me act a little insane, you impair my judgement.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SxEnt3G1gsI/AAAAAAAAATc/W4Es_VSOtiU/s72-c/Photo1054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-345118821448556470</id><published>2009-11-26T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:32:47.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop, make it pop. DJ, blow my speakers up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sw5y-wwCNZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ibEX6IP0xCo/s1600/DSC01972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408386625082373522" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sw5y-wwCNZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ibEX6IP0xCo/s200/DSC01972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Didn't really feel like posting today. Boring day. So I went school for dance in the morning, was late by a few minutes. Ran to dance studio and Afiqah said "Today no dance." I was like WTH. And that means I ran for nothing, NOTHING! Waste my damn time waking up so early in the morning. 10.30am is early! Went home in the end. Haish. So today was just another day spent on rotting away at the computer. Celine, haha, taekwondo friend, sms me today saying she did badly for her PSLE. Well, she scored 243 and she cried. I comfort her and I hope she's feeling better now. I heard this year highest aggregate is 290, genius. Haha. Can't wait for Open House. Till then, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-345118821448556470?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/345118821448556470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-stop-make-it-pop-dj-blow-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/345118821448556470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/345118821448556470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-stop-make-it-pop-dj-blow-my.html' title='Don&apos;t stop, make it pop. DJ, blow my speakers up.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sw5y-wwCNZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ibEX6IP0xCo/s72-c/DSC01972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-7392296708898002767</id><published>2009-11-24T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:30:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause when I leave for the night, I aint coming back</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Swv2zJf7m6I/AAAAAAAAASs/LfsM8P2u0jk/s1600/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407687136172022690" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Swv2zJf7m6I/AAAAAAAAASs/LfsM8P2u0jk/s200/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dance practice today, not many people came. I was kinda of late but there were only like 4 dancers in the dance studio. Slack around alittle then watch our research video on contemporary dance. Bored. Then Safura and the others came in. Around 12.30 plus then Mr Dandy came. He was kinda shock by the attendance lar. Only 9 people. Haha. Watch youtube videos, chit chat alittle. Felt bored, so went to build cube(using the blue mats) with Teresa. Puteri went into the cube then we start pushing, should have flip it. LOL. Jkjk. Quite heavy. =X Mr Dandy teach us to "&lt;b&gt;Sexy Dance&lt;/b&gt;", so fun until I cannot concentrate. Stayed back to discuss about Open House but we end up playing. LOL. We didn't build cube this time, we build a cuboid instead. Then Mr Lee came in and said something about us reminding him of nephew who like building towers and stuff. Haha. He call our cuboids 'Barbie Doll House'. LOL. Then Mrs Ng say we have to come back to help out with deco tmr, sian. Even if I come back I will still end up building cubes and cuboids. See first uh, have to start on my holiday homework alr, don't want to chiong last minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-7392296708898002767?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/7392296708898002767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-when-i-leave-for-night-i-aint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7392296708898002767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7392296708898002767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-when-i-leave-for-night-i-aint.html' title='Cause when I leave for the night, I aint coming back'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Swv2zJf7m6I/AAAAAAAAASs/LfsM8P2u0jk/s72-c/DSC01938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-2901975390468779786</id><published>2009-11-23T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:10:09.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SwqtmEtfZHI/AAAAAAAAASU/BaC_mXvMso0/s1600/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407325172222878834" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SwqtmEtfZHI/AAAAAAAAASU/BaC_mXvMso0/s200/DSC01917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SwqtmUm-dAI/AAAAAAAAASc/hcmzSASt8NA/s1600/DSC01919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407325176490521602" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SwqtmUm-dAI/AAAAAAAAASc/hcmzSASt8NA/s200/DSC01919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Swqtmzn3e1I/AAAAAAAAASk/6TMtRFTKOzk/s1600/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407325184815758162" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Swqtmzn3e1I/AAAAAAAAASk/6TMtRFTKOzk/s200/DSC01916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm able to access internet, YAY. (: I know you guys miss me lar, see so many tags. Haha. Went to catch 2012 last Friday with Brian and Zoey. Nice movie, thumbs up. Then some parts of the movie disgusted me, Zoey was like hiding behind me. Can you believe Brian was late for half an hour? And thanks to him, we missed the movie, then in the end we have to wait for the next one. He kept giving the excuse he was standing next to the bin looking for us. LOL. And he was noisy during the movie, can't keep comments to himself. Went for lunch after the movie with Zoey and Amanda, Brian say he want to sleep so he went home. Had mac, we were talking and chatting about last year, haish, I miss 6Peace so much. Went arcade, saw Qingwen, she annoyed me lor. LOL. Jkjk. That's all, haha. PSLE results out this thursday, my business meh? LOL. Pics are from last thursday dance prac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-2901975390468779786?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/2901975390468779786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-is-gonna-come-when-you-so-mad-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2901975390468779786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2901975390468779786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-is-gonna-come-when-you-so-mad-you.html' title='The time is gonna come when you&apos;re so mad you could cry'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SwqtmEtfZHI/AAAAAAAAASU/BaC_mXvMso0/s72-c/DSC01917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-7891341616283307558</id><published>2009-11-14T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me could write a bad romance.</title><content type='html'>Went for btps fun day today, saw lots of people. And Leonard never poke me! He forget! LOL. And yup, he's still annoying. Met up with Amanda and Xiu Ting. Gosh, Xiu Ting look so different. And some people say I look exactly the same. Saw Mr Effandi, then I wave at him, then he smile. LOL. Was like damn thirsty after that, so went to take free milo. Amanda was "Some people just stand here, take milo then refill and refill." Then I told her "Are you talking about me?" and I went to refill my milo. And when I came back, she kept laughing at me. LOL. Saw Mdm Junaida also. (: Well, so everybody grow up liaos, all the guys so tall. So bored right now. Don't feel posting anymore. Sayonara! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-7891341616283307558?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/7891341616283307558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-me-could-write-bad-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7891341616283307558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7891341616283307558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-me-could-write-bad-romance.html' title='You and me could write a bad romance.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8783962736243365089</id><published>2009-11-12T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can transform you like a transformer.</title><content type='html'>Went for publicity in the morning today, saw Miss Chee, chatted with her. Then was like talking to Teresa about techniques, en dehors, en de dans, pirouette, bettement fandu, tendu, glissade, tombe. Haha. We are the kiasus who kia fail. LOL. I think we perform quite well lar. Went back to school for dance examinations, I was like the second last one. So went home at 4 plus. I went into the dance studio feeling damn nervous, I hope I pass. The dance studio so COLD. I almost frozen lor! The sec 3s got Mdm Sellathye and then the rest of us damn sway, kena Mr Lee, he more strict lor. Mdm Sellathye better because some reason lar. LOL. Mr Dandy ask lots of question and ask me choreograph a dance which consist of 2 high kicks, 1 roll(anykind) and the other one(idk spell). Please let me pass, I don't want to fail!! Well, end of my post, off to facebook, bye! (: Ellyne is stupid, I'm the cleverest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jannah misses my laughter, yay me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8783962736243365089?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8783962736243365089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-transform-you-like-transformer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8783962736243365089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8783962736243365089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-transform-you-like-transformer.html' title='I can transform you like a transformer.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8982691730929524742</id><published>2009-11-10T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you love in vain 'cause love won't set you free</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Svlx3IbalhI/AAAAAAAAASA/nW1KiSloSQg/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402474419976836626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Svlx3IbalhI/AAAAAAAAASA/nW1KiSloSQg/s200/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvlyUDlMuuI/AAAAAAAAASI/obwgVEfwK5E/s1600-h/DSC01862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402474916891900642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvlyUDlMuuI/AAAAAAAAASI/obwgVEfwK5E/s200/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawadeeka people! I'm back! LOL. Bangkok was fun. Went for dance today, luckily there wasn't any exams. Scare me sia. Didn't go for publicity today, nobody told me that there was change in time. Went school at 9.30am, then I look around, how come no dancers, how come no choir members, how come no bus, then I cry. LOL. Jkjk, no cry. Ran back to my mum's car ask her fetch me to Zhenghua Pri. Then I saw the security guard, so scary, in the end, I ran away. By the time, Qingwen sms me, publicity alr over. Dance examinations on thursday, I hope I pass. (:&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't cut bangs, just that my side fringe is alittle too short so I just played around with my hair. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8982691730929524742?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8982691730929524742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/don-you-love-in-vain-love-won-set-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8982691730929524742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8982691730929524742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/don-you-love-in-vain-love-won-set-you.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t you love in vain &amp;#39;cause love won&amp;#39;t set you free'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Svlx3IbalhI/AAAAAAAAASA/nW1KiSloSQg/s72-c/DSC01842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6889021703121326915</id><published>2009-11-03T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your love and I want your revenge.</title><content type='html'>Went for Publicity at Yew Tee Primary, dance was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;The P6s were laughing like mad, seriously what's their problem.&lt;br /&gt;The stage was too small, we look like rabbits hopping around.&lt;br /&gt;I gave my best, but was feeling dizzy on stage, can't stand properly.&lt;br /&gt;Ate my lunch with mum, went back for dance at 12.&lt;br /&gt;Did warm-up and split, but in the end, Dandy never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, 2 November '09, 1E3'S BOOM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvBBb34GSMI/AAAAAAAAARY/Nz2BpQDwaGE/s1600-h/DSC01797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887900328741058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvBBb34GSMI/AAAAAAAAARY/Nz2BpQDwaGE/s200/DSC01797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvBBcCJFHlI/AAAAAAAAARg/ArUmohgc-kI/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399887903084322386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvBBcCJFHlI/AAAAAAAAARg/ArUmohgc-kI/s200/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvBByexC06I/AAAAAAAAARo/uWCr5CxiEgQ/s1600-h/DSC01772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399888288725259170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvBByexC06I/AAAAAAAAARo/uWCr5CxiEgQ/s200/DSC01772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for 1E3's BBQ yesterday, can't believe everybody reach Yew Tee MRT so early. So we went to collect drinks and food from Rachelle's house and my mum drove us to West Coast Park. Put our things down while the others rent their carts. I didn't want to rent 'cause it's cost like 10 bucks for 30 minutes. We were bored, so camwhore with Qingwen. But I manage to ride on it, fun. Refill the plastic bags with water for water bomb and flour for flour fight. Nas kept targeting at Qingwen, and at the end of the game, Qingwen look like ghost? Well, I wasn't in the game cus I was wearing white and I was the gamemaster, I don't know why but I'm not very enthu. Just right after our game, it started raining. Quite sad lah, we pack up our items and went under the shelter. But it help wash the flour away, we made quite a big mess. Waited like hours for the rain to stop. We started our BBQ and it started to rain again, so 5 or 6 people stood at the BBQ pit with umbrella to shelter us as we prepare the food. Stupid satay stick poke my finger. I guess the committee were really starving like hell, we only ate breakfast. Walk to mac with Jannah, Nathiyaah, Qingwen, Zhengyang, Yaya, Ah Chua, and Jixuan. Quite far. Albert Chia wanted to come but he was planning some outing until 10 plus, that's what he told Qingwen during publicity. He keep talking about the BBQ lor. Say we bbq too much, then later say I yesterday bbq still can dance. Weird. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvBSB1iU3uI/AAAAAAAAARw/tFgh2klOpx8/s1600-h/100_1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399906144721624802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvBSB1iU3uI/AAAAAAAAARw/tFgh2klOpx8/s200/100_1067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WEEEEEEEE! 1E3's Babes!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6889021703121326915?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6889021703121326915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-your-love-and-i-want-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6889021703121326915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6889021703121326915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-your-love-and-i-want-your.html' title='I want your love and I want your revenge.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SvBBb34GSMI/AAAAAAAAARY/Nz2BpQDwaGE/s72-c/DSC01797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-3916413967087213471</id><published>2009-10-31T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move while you're watching me, dance with the enemy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuxN51JfWII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4BhtBdZpC3E/s1600-h/Pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398775709225146498" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuxN51JfWII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4BhtBdZpC3E/s200/Pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuxN534A2_I/AAAAAAAAARA/34-a5cuEMpo/s1600-h/So_Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398775709957151730" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuxN534A2_I/AAAAAAAAARA/34-a5cuEMpo/s200/So_Cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuxN6a_SwaI/AAAAAAAAARI/cFvbClUg-Mo/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398775719382925730" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuxN6a_SwaI/AAAAAAAAARI/cFvbClUg-Mo/s200/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right should be at Night Safari with my fellow girls, but too bad we plan too late. Well, I guess we have to wait till next year. The Holidays are here, I'm starting to miss my 1E3ians. Can't wait to see all of you this monday, maybe not all. The organising committee spend lots of time on this event so I hope everything goes smoothly. And where's Yew Tee MRT ah? LOL. I'm suppose to meet there on monday, still blur blur. =X Got back my report book, 5 distinctions, 1 B3, 3 B4 and 1 pathetic C5. Kinda sadded, I'm 7th in position instead of 5th. Urgh, I swear, next year must get top 5. I swear! I'm not in the infusia mag this time, WTH. Was flipping the mag like 100000 times, looking and searching for my pic but don't have! LOL. Gonna be quite busy during the holidays, I tell you why.CCA is as per normal because we need to choreograph for Sec 1 orientation and CNY. Will be performing our spectrum item for publicity. Not going Bukit Timah Primary. :( Dance Examinations on the 12th of November, what if I fail? I cannot fail because i'm an independent learner that put in consistent effort to well kay. LOL. Don't believe? It's in my report book! And I love my class tee, especially the back. Haha. So yeah, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;/span&gt; to all of you netizens out here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-3916413967087213471?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/3916413967087213471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/move-while-you-watching-me-dance-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3916413967087213471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3916413967087213471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/move-while-you-watching-me-dance-with.html' title='Move while you&amp;#39;re watching me, dance with the enemy.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuxN51JfWII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4BhtBdZpC3E/s72-c/Pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6677168759107708296</id><published>2009-10-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing my emotion, I will not be frozen, dancing is my remedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sumg6rgB9AI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Q6YvcFpEw5U/s1600-h/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022558350177282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sumg6rgB9AI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Q6YvcFpEw5U/s200/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sumg6289IcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7k23zxlLH0U/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022561424286146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sumg6289IcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7k23zxlLH0U/s200/DSC01737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sumg7LK35MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rdTTBmH1Deo/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022566851372226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sumg7LK35MI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rdTTBmH1Deo/s200/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people, I know I haven't been updating much, lazy lar. Haha. Kay, I went Haw Par Villa with my girls and 1E3ians. I had so much fun man. Why Ms Tay never come sia? Mr Ng Khong Keong was our so called tour guide lar. Sat with Jannah on the bus, we were so we crap and sang and did funny stuff. Then Qingwen say we noisy, like she very quiet lor. We went to the Ten Court Of Hell. Before we walked in, I was like "Aiya, not scary der lar." Then we reach the entrance, I was like "QINGWEN! Where are you! I need hug!". We all girls was like hugging each other then we walk in. We scream all the way, until the end, then we say "Huh? like that only ah?" But fun lar. Mr Ng explained all the punishments we'll receive when we die if we like steal, tell lie or waste food or paper to us. Now we all so freaked out. Had lunch at the cafe at Haw Par Villa with Rachel Kua, Lixian, Venessa, YiHui, Qingwen, Florence and Jianing, had cup noodles, was damn hungry cus I didn't had breakfast. We were like dicussing about going to Night Safari. And Rachel Kua was like so scared, she keep on "Aiyo!Aiyo!" LOL. Funny lar. Took many many photos. All uploaded on facebook. And when I'm free I will upload an unglam photo of Benedict Khoo. Never sit infront of him when he is eating, he do all sorts of funny stuff. Gross me out. Went for dance after that, did splits. Horrible. That's about it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Contagious rhythm in my brain let it play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No more poison, killing my emotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I will not be frozen, Dancing is my remedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6677168759107708296?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6677168759107708296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/killing-my-emotion-i-will-not-be-frozen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6677168759107708296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6677168759107708296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/killing-my-emotion-i-will-not-be-frozen.html' title='Killing my emotion, I will not be frozen, dancing is my remedy.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sumg6rgB9AI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Q6YvcFpEw5U/s72-c/DSC01728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4878928891626201158</id><published>2009-10-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I put my hands up, they're playing my song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMlpnH5rLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H07Z_CfpVjc/s1600-h/DSC01693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396198175326973106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMlpnH5rLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H07Z_CfpVjc/s200/DSC01693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMlpb78OOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vG566lTAj7o/s1600-h/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396198172324018402" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMlpb78OOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vG566lTAj7o/s200/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMlpHmUrSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tW9sRYQRhaw/s1600-h/DSC01703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396198166864637218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMlpHmUrSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tW9sRYQRhaw/s200/DSC01703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed Spectrum 4 yesterday, it was a great sucess and all our hard work paid off. I perform well for both Indian and Japanese dance. I was so damn happy I didn't screw up indian dance. I tried to smile but I was feeling too nervous, Neha was smiling like mad. I only smile when I saw Teresa face and she smiled at me during the actual performance. Shahera sprained her leg, sad lur. My knee was damn swollen and pain. I had so much fun with indian dancers. I hate indian dance but I love the indian dancers kay. I will miss you guys especially Kanaga, haha, your name! I will still continue to shout your name whenever I see you. Spectrum IV is over, but I will not forget about you girls. &lt;strong&gt;Mukunda Mukunda 'EH KRISHNA!' Mukunda Mukunda&lt;/strong&gt;. I totally enjoyed myself last night, had fun hyper-ing with you Teresa. Thanks for half of the cookie. LOL. I would be starving without your veg crackers. Sorry you have to run to the ISH to look for me. I was at the Arts Hub with Neha waiting for you, LOL. It's true we can't live withouts our phones. I also had fun during the Teacher's duet technical rehearsal. We wave our hands like we are at the concert. Too much happen, I won't summarise it. LOL. Kay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, 22 October '09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMgr3chAPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YMc8Zc1ATaA/s1600-h/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396192716510003442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMgr3chAPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/YMc8Zc1ATaA/s200/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMgsKMeY3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/P_7-wAmIRYE/s1600-h/DSC01670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396192721542996850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMgsKMeY3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/P_7-wAmIRYE/s200/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMgsVuqc8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/_MwvHeI9B1w/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396192724639183810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMgsVuqc8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/_MwvHeI9B1w/s200/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner in school before going to UCC. Was bored so we took pictures with Amy's cam. Benedict was like talking crap and pointing his middle finger. After a while, we were told to get onto the bus. Changed into our costumes and slacked in the dressing rooms. Haha. Afiqah keep on crapping lor. And Roseryani is so bimbotic. Nothing much lar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4878928891626201158?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4878928891626201158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-put-my-hands-up-they-playing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4878928891626201158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4878928891626201158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-put-my-hands-up-they-playing-my.html' title='So I put my hands up, they&amp;#39;re playing my song!'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SuMlpnH5rLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H07Z_CfpVjc/s72-c/DSC01693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-745443996500455901</id><published>2009-10-20T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember all the things we wanted, now all our memories so haunted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/St3KH8-Pe6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/znr6icO_Aqs/s1600-h/Life_Sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394690166634806178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/St3KH8-Pe6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/znr6icO_Aqs/s200/Life_Sucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah. I hate indian dance. Thanks to indian dance, I don't have time to practice for dance, I look so blur. I dance badly for indian dance, I tried my best to polish up my steps but it seems useless. Though I look quite happy on stage(like what Florence said), but I was screaming for help. Got back my results, almost fail my chinese paper 2. I'm so damn tired. There's dance and indian dance tmr, haish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-745443996500455901?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/745443996500455901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/remember-all-things-we-wanted-now-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/745443996500455901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/745443996500455901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/remember-all-things-we-wanted-now-all.html' title='Remember all the things we wanted, now all our memories so haunted.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/St3KH8-Pe6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/znr6icO_Aqs/s72-c/Life_Sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4229568488374590739</id><published>2009-10-18T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StsaeZbg95I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7vSTroYBM6E/s1600-h/DSC01643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393934088230991762" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StsaeZbg95I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7vSTroYBM6E/s200/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Stsae8wT-3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vaHrekI1buQ/s1600-h/DSC01628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393934097713462130" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Stsae8wT-3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/vaHrekI1buQ/s200/DSC01628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StsafSIQbCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HrQqkhkyj_I/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393934103451036706" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StsafSIQbCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HrQqkhkyj_I/s200/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm wearing my black and white tube dress again. Super tired today, went for my dad's friend opening ceremony for some building thingy. His friend so rich sia, got enough money to invest. After that went for another party, played with 4 month old and 1 month old baby. Haha. So small and cute. Bleh, pictures uploaded on facebook, go see if you want. Gtg get some sleep. Going to Queensway with Jannah to print class tees. Bye. And suddenly I remember my _______ birthday, also never wish me on my birthday, so nvm lar, no need to wish you. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4229568488374590739?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4229568488374590739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-i-can-right-now-so-baby-kiss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4229568488374590739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4229568488374590739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-i-can-right-now-so-baby-kiss-me.html' title='But I can&amp;#39;t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone,'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StsaeZbg95I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7vSTroYBM6E/s72-c/DSC01643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6539085255141628325</id><published>2009-10-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StnGJ-lQIvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hpNZDvFA-qo/s1600-h/17102009128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393559903473246962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StnGJ-lQIvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hpNZDvFA-qo/s200/17102009128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said I would love you forever.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;But too bad for us, forever is over.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6539085255141628325?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6539085255141628325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-can-make-it-feel-right-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6539085255141628325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6539085255141628325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-can-make-it-feel-right-when-you.html' title='You can&amp;#39;t make it feel right when you know that it&amp;#39;s wrong'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StnGJ-lQIvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hpNZDvFA-qo/s72-c/17102009128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-5127715263646779315</id><published>2009-10-17T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sti0gjTOZnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/InN3kIRtjzc/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393259025100858994" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sti0gjTOZnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/InN3kIRtjzc/s200/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sti0hH0T53I/AAAAAAAAAO4/soo4sMS8vac/s1600-h/DSC01615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393259034903308146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sti0hH0T53I/AAAAAAAAAO4/soo4sMS8vac/s200/DSC01615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sti0hm4oUYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/T00KvSxQmEk/s1600-h/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393259043242922370" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sti0hm4oUYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/T00KvSxQmEk/s200/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Bleh. Posting again peepos at 1am. LOL. Can't sleep lur, had too much sleep in the car just now. Went for dance early in the morning today, reach at abt 7.05am, only one person(Nicholas) reach sia. Then we were like bored cause dance studio not open, he say if it is open, I would act like clown. Wth, I not clown. Btw, I posted a picture of him in the kimono, gosh, so gayish. LOL. So we were like guessing who's that teacher driving or walking into school, he got almost all correct but it was unfair because he knew almost all the teachers in our school. Waited until almost 7.30am then saw Ms Phong walking into school with the key. That means I stood outside dance studio for half an hour, waa, tiring. Everyone was like slacking so we didn't do our warm-up. When Mr Dandy came in, he ask whether we do warm-up and we said yes. Haha. Practice then about 9.30am, went for indian dance, forget everything. LOL. But I will try my best to learn one lar, so difficult. Went back to dance club at 10am. Practice for another 26mins, then go home. Slack with Qingwen around the school while waiting for my mum. Saw Mr Lee talking to the P6 from Greenridge Primary. And Qingwen was like "Eh, my primary school teacher." Then she drag me with her, WTH. Nothing better to do then I wave to the P6, and said hello like crazy women. I was just being friendly lar, and at the same time, I was hyper. Heh. We totally caught the attention of those P6 lor, Mr Lee say we both shameless, no shame. So bad lor, helping him entertain the P6 leh. Aiya, I know lar I very bu yao lian one, Priscilla always say me de. Quite true, haha! Go toilet with Qingwen, comb hair comb hair. =X Walked out, waa, we really ASS(Attention seeking student), we just walked past them their eyes FOLLOW. LOL. I know I very pretty lar, but keep on looking I will ps one leh. Haha. Had lunch, then went Far East Plaza with my mum and bro(He got really bored because there wasn't really anything that interest him), spent $81.90 on all my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the items I bought:&lt;br /&gt;1. Geeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Hairband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Panties Purse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Handphone Strap(Finally, new one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. White tube(for spectrum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I very happy lor, finally got stuffs I want. The white tube is for my kimono. $6.00 only. Far East Plaza got lots of things to see, my feet so tired now. That's about it for today. Bur-bye.&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/8060959825603827278-5127715263646779315?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/5127715263646779315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-not-judge-but-if-you-gonna-judge-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5127715263646779315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5127715263646779315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-not-judge-but-if-you-gonna-judge-me.html' title='You&amp;#39;re not a judge but if you&amp;#39;re gonna judge me.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sti0gjTOZnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/InN3kIRtjzc/s72-c/DSC01614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-5838310783856233909</id><published>2009-10-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say little mama want to know why the good girls like the bad boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StcoNzM9_7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/_w_GaGJBryw/s1600-h/DSC01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392823296347471794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StcoNzM9_7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/_w_GaGJBryw/s200/DSC01612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StcoOow-uOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RmSWbyOUvTA/s1600-h/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392823310725593314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StcoOow-uOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/RmSWbyOUvTA/s200/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StcoPMDAvhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vPAFPM-SZxY/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392823320196464146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StcoPMDAvhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vPAFPM-SZxY/s200/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peepos, EOY's finally over. Had Maths Paper 2 and Art today. 1E1 and 1E4 scream at the end of the paper. 1E3 wanted to scream but Ms Phong say cannot. Too bad lur. Stayed back for indian dance and dance today. I tried so hard to learn the indian dance step lor, tired. After indian dance, dance start. WTH. I'm like alr half-dead? No choice but to do warm up. Do somemore I die ah, so went to tell Ms Phong see whether can rest or not. She kind let me rest, yay. Tried on to our costumes, or kimono. Quite difficult to dance in it because of the belt thingy. And the pants like so long. Don't feel like posting anymore luh, just wanna keep my blog alive. Off to checkout my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StchtFwd2KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RKdW-uc2KPE/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392816137322748066" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StchtFwd2KI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RKdW-uc2KPE/s200/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pic of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-5838310783856233909?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/5838310783856233909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-little-mama-want-to-know-why-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5838310783856233909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5838310783856233909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-little-mama-want-to-know-why-good.html' title='Say little mama want to know why the good girls like the bad boys.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/StcoNzM9_7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/_w_GaGJBryw/s72-c/DSC01612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4127106510526416981</id><published>2009-10-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like black butterflies, deep inside me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Ss8ukIONGaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/929pdEUqhzE/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390578477203003810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Ss8ukIONGaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/929pdEUqhzE/s200/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Ss8ujwoOuUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Oz2eQbjpPkQ/s1600-h/DSC01556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390578470869711170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Ss8ujwoOuUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Oz2eQbjpPkQ/s200/DSC01556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Ss8ujabZvpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rVtYVD56cDM/s1600-h/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390578464910327442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Ss8ujabZvpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rVtYVD56cDM/s200/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH! My life's like ahhhh! Tell you why, because I forgotten my password for my little-miss-insane@hotmail.com, shit! I've created a new one, please go add at sinyuow@live.com . Damn &lt;i&gt;sway&lt;/i&gt;. I lost all my contacts, sad lur. Geography paper today quite okay lar, I studied like hell. Maths Paper 1 was fine lar, done almost all the question before. History paper kill me? Mr Ody(Oday, but printed as Ody. LOL.) set so difficult, merciless sia. I wish Ms Phong was the setter. And Art Preparatory Work, so difficult, I don't want to do. I hate art, so troublesome, if only the paper was written. I'm not a nerd but writing is much more easier than drawing kay. I'm not an artist and will never be an artist. Haishhaishhaish, help me! AHHHHHHH! Told you my life's full of AHHHHHH! Wish EOY end faster, two events I'm looking foward to is Spectrum 4 and 1E3's BBQ. But shit lar, I have to dance stupid indian dance. Japanese Dance = Rocks and Indian Dance = Sucks. And if I still don't the leg thing, I will embarass myself on stage! AHHHHHH! Told you my life is full of AHHHHHH!(again) So frustrated siaa. Went for Chinese news maker today, fun lar. I look cute on the cam kay. LOL. Wonder what are we going to do for post exam, hmmm. Gonna check out my facebook now, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4127106510526416981?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4127106510526416981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-black-butterflies-deep-inside-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4127106510526416981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4127106510526416981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-black-butterflies-deep-inside-me.html' title='Like black butterflies, deep inside me.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Ss8ukIONGaI/AAAAAAAAAOI/929pdEUqhzE/s72-c/DSC01555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-2116116381566096173</id><published>2009-10-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's when the taxi man turned on a radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SsdujvC3rNI/AAAAAAAAANw/zoTNLCKtH20/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388397039375068370" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SsdujvC3rNI/AAAAAAAAANw/zoTNLCKtH20/s200/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! LOL. I know I haven't been posting in ages, quite busy with school and EOY and many many stuff. Too bad I'm also part of the organising comittee for the 1E3's BOOM, so have to plan games, food and bleh. Also don't have much time to update my facebook. Went to check it today, waa, 38 notifications. And James sent me a mail, damn suprise. He called me taekwondo biatch sia. LOL. Rmb talking to him abt tkd. Funny. I lost interest in taekwondo man, don't know why, I don't even want to see my instructor, he will kill me for sure. I guess I leave quite a deep impression when I paint my toe nails black, he was quite unhappy abt it lar. He thinks I got boyfriend that's why I so &lt;em&gt;hiow&lt;/em&gt;. I was P5 that tym, impossible. Lucky, dance's on thursday, save my life, I never in my life want to see my instructor again. Haish, so much happen since I last post, I won't summarise everything lar, you siao. Thanks for the tags people, ps ah, no time reply you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-2116116381566096173?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/2116116381566096173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-when-taxi-man-turned-on-radio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2116116381566096173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2116116381566096173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-when-taxi-man-turned-on-radio.html' title='That&amp;#39;s when the taxi man turned on a radio'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SsdujvC3rNI/AAAAAAAAANw/zoTNLCKtH20/s72-c/DSC01458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-1154802058714642225</id><published>2009-09-17T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like Kaleidoscope colors that cover me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SrJIkntwAeI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q40TbyDMZDo/s1600-h/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382444298634527202" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SrJIkntwAeI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q40TbyDMZDo/s200/DSC01419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-1154802058714642225?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/1154802058714642225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-like-kaleidoscope-colors-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1154802058714642225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1154802058714642225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-like-kaleidoscope-colors-that.html' title='Just like Kaleidoscope colors that cover me'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SrJIkntwAeI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q40TbyDMZDo/s72-c/DSC01419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-5897789359338819339</id><published>2009-09-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I become a shooting star, I've been wondering where you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sqpd3UJFa_I/AAAAAAAAANg/MX6wiJZKH7o/s1600-h/Photo0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380215909728480242" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sqpd3UJFa_I/AAAAAAAAANg/MX6wiJZKH7o/s200/Photo0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dance today, we had practice at the hall, damn hot sia. Reach there at 1 but the door wasn't open, so I chatted with Teresa and Qingwen, take picture. Went in at about 1.30pm. While polishing steps Peiqin fainted, scare me. She just 'bom!' to the floor, I think she not feeling well. Hai so funny, he keep singing Hush Hush by Nicole Scherzinger. LOL. Nothing much happen lar. So bye. Picture above taken by Qingwen aka ChangJingLu/Wen Zi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-5897789359338819339?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/5897789359338819339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-i-become-shooting-star-i-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5897789359338819339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5897789359338819339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-i-become-shooting-star-i-been.html' title='Since I become a shooting star, I&amp;#39;ve been wondering where you are.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sqpd3UJFa_I/AAAAAAAAANg/MX6wiJZKH7o/s72-c/Photo0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6217792937242517238</id><published>2009-09-09T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you, and I don't know how we lost contact.</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;090909&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, have been receiving some not just bo liao but very boliao msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I went for indian dance, it's so difficult. I don't know the leg part. And I will be doing that for the WHOLE DANCE. Now then I realise Mr Dandy steps are much more easier. My leg hurts, I don't want to dance indian dance, somebody help me please. If i'm going dance like this on stage, comfirm malu. I don't get what respect the ground because earth hold us, I thought it was gravity that was pulling us to the ground. My fingers can't close properly when I do the flute. I catch no ball. Not even half. Aiye, ihateindiandanceihateindiandanceihateindiandanceihateindiandanceihateindiandance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah, indian dance ended(YES! FINALLY!), saw Ms Tay, and you know what I always do. Flash a big smile and say hi. LOL. I'm annoying, I know. Going to play pet society now, Anti-Sweetalk haven't bath for 2 days, and my lottery coins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6217792937242517238?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6217792937242517238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-you-and-i-don-know-how-we-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6217792937242517238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6217792937242517238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-you-and-i-don-know-how-we-lost.html' title='I miss you, and I don&amp;#39;t know how we lost contact.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6169750982693448929</id><published>2009-09-08T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But will we sleep once I tell you it's hurting me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqegOB4klSI/AAAAAAAAANY/pPsR46MO7qY/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379444442801673506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqegOB4klSI/AAAAAAAAANY/pPsR46MO7qY/s200/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dance prac today, I was late. Suppose to start at 2pm, I came at 3.15pm. Saw wen zi, and I was like "What are doing here?" Then she say she got caught by Ms Tay. Or-bi-quack lor. LOL. Quickly changed and then recap my steps. Mr Dandy came like later than me cus he also don't know dance prac start at 2. And we did from the top, taught wen zi the dance steps, tired ah. Teresa told Dandy she don't the steps because she went for the little reporter(小记者 is little reporter right?) and you know what dandy told her? "Orh, that kind of busybody thing ah?" LOL. And he said that Nina's like a planet revolving around the sun cus she was walking around Atiqah. Went home at abt 5, walk out with wen zi and Teresa. That's about today, and haish, tmr got indian dance, Mdm Sellathye(Spell?) force me to dance der. WTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6169750982693448929?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6169750982693448929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-will-we-sleep-once-i-tell-you-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6169750982693448929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6169750982693448929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-will-we-sleep-once-i-tell-you-it.html' title='But will we sleep once I tell you it&amp;#39;s hurting me.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqegOB4klSI/AAAAAAAAANY/pPsR46MO7qY/s72-c/DSC01296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4939651488133850842</id><published>2009-09-05T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly with me, as we make our great escape.</title><content type='html'>I saw the cute retro dress I wanted at iluma! Bought black and white checkered shorts. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday 4 Sep '09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lee on MC, so it was free period, slept for awhile. And lessons continues for the day. Went for dance in the afternoon, watched Amy paint the white cubes. Can you believe I got lollipop for watching? LOL. Did some stretching at dance, and recap steps only about 14 people at dance. Almost all of them pon. Mr Dandy talk to us for like damn long about attendance, and we were dismissed early 'cause he wasn't really in the mood to practice. Went for PTM, my mum brought me mac. After my dinner, I said hello to every single parent I see, I'm a very polite girl, yes, I know. And Amelia's mother praised my for being polite. =D Happy. Ms Tay didn't say anything negative about me. My results were okay, the range of A1 to B4. So my mum didn't scold me. Heng ah! LOL. Holiday homework's really driving me crazy. But nvm, I'm alr crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday 3 Sep '09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqTkDBhddUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YZcQY2w4N7s/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378674595586733378" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqTkDBhddUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YZcQY2w4N7s/s200/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqTkPWt1QII/AAAAAAAAANI/3qCSYlQBtzQ/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378674807434199170" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqTkPWt1QII/AAAAAAAAANI/3qCSYlQBtzQ/s200/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqTk7A3tIaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4T2ygguZR5k/s1600-h/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378675557484274082" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqTk7A3tIaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4T2ygguZR5k/s200/DSC01299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dance, was really bored 'cause my dear Teresa wasn't with me. Was dismissed early because of dance night. Slacked in the blackbox, then suddenly Teresa appeared! Was like damn happy, we played with the seats, climb to the highest level, take picture. Daryl was also there, and he said his Japanese name is 'Ti Kopek', first name is 'Ti', last name is 'Kopek'. And I think Shawn came up with the 'Lao Ahpek' one which I don't really remember. We were like crapping alot. Teresa was like "Let's go be Zou Lao Shi's bodyguard." Then Zou Lao Shi step one step we step one step, after awhile she say "你们可不可以不要这个样子，很怪你知道吗?" Teresa say "我们在保护你" I must say she's quite crazy. Ms Chee think we like very bo liao, then she ask us later go invite Mdm Heng in. In the end, Mdm Heng ran in herself. Made me stand at the door for NOTHING. NOTHING! Then Me and Teresa went looking for seats, but we end up sitting on table. LOL. I think someone got injured during the performance, and Teresa was like so kpo lor, and she was like "Let's go find out." ZZZ. We walked in and out like idiots. Homed at about 9, damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4939651488133850842?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4939651488133850842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/fly-with-me-as-we-make-our-great-escape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4939651488133850842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4939651488133850842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/09/fly-with-me-as-we-make-our-great-escape.html' title='fly with me, as we make our great escape.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SqTkDBhddUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YZcQY2w4N7s/s72-c/DSC01302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-2020989204582599154</id><published>2009-08-31T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With her little funny eyes of hazel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SpuzJdQ_ubI/AAAAAAAAAMo/P4nMS0Tcp7o/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376087555252926898" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SpuzJdQ_ubI/AAAAAAAAAMo/P4nMS0Tcp7o/s200/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assembly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the ACES Day Dance, but we didn't really do, 'cause I think we are not that hyper in the morning. We ran back to class after that cus we want to suprise Ms Tay, Zheng Yang was suppose to delay Ms Tay time so that she cannot come in, but we can't find her(Aww..Too bad..) We turn off the lights and squat at the door, by the time Ms Tay come in, we pop our party poppers. And she was like 'Waa..Like birthday party ah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like very hyper, so Ms Tay ask us to do reflection on 'The importance of kpo'. I couldn't think of anything to write. ZZZ. And I wrote "We can stay multi-racial by staying multi-racial". Stupid right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan gave Mdm Lee a balloon. LOL. And he also wrote on the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Lee, Please don't scold us.&lt;br /&gt;We are very innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teachers Day.&lt;br /&gt;From your favourite student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny. And we had this boring lesson on natural vegetation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GTA &amp; Concert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tay won. Yay. But 'Most Caring', she never win. Not many people vote, I think. If she win , I will stand up and wave my balloon. But too bad. After that, Mdm Persis Tan ask us to guess the baby photo of teachers. Mr Koh one is -clear throats-, and everybody was laughing.(I really don't feel like posting anymore) And we watch this skit, funny. And when all teachers are invited up on stage, Manfred started waving his umbrella! LOL! Siao one. Kay, I will end my post, going to check out my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rachel Chua  AAAAAAAH! H1N1 infected tag me! AAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Qingwen a.k.a Wen Zi/Chang Jing Lu  Stupid fly!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Jixuan  Kay, WHATEVER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-2020989204582599154?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/2020989204582599154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-her-little-funny-eyes-of-hazel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2020989204582599154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2020989204582599154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-her-little-funny-eyes-of-hazel.html' title='With her little funny eyes of hazel.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SpuzJdQ_ubI/AAAAAAAAAMo/P4nMS0Tcp7o/s72-c/DSC01268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-1041554182328662552</id><published>2009-08-29T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm staring between sets, eyeliner and cigarettes.</title><content type='html'>Didn't really have time to post yesterday. Okay, I kinda forgot what happen in school. =X But I'll try to remember. Short-term memory. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed the financial literacy video, Zhengyang face damn funny! But they didn't show the credit, wth. I was the script writer kay. Got back Home econs results, okay lar. During lifeskills Albert Chia came in but then after awhile, we need to retake our english common test. Much more easier than the one I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dance at about 3.15pm. But cannot go in 'cause the teachers learning the dance. I saw Ms Tay, Ms Kuah, Mrs Ng and more. Was like laughing with Teresa outside the window. Then we were like how come they dancing, peep somemore and we saw Mr Lee teaching! Damn hilarious! Teresa go play with the door handle, then Mrs Ng turn back. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dance again. Mr Dandy was late, VERY LATE. And we were doing some stupid recap steps that somebody ask us to do. We not even in that part, we don't even need to recap ma. Worst dance practice. Mr Dandy 5 plus than come, we also never do anything than go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, nothing much happen today. Stay at home and do homework. Can't go out. And I got 'Sand System' by Lover's Nocturne on my phone, yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-1041554182328662552?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/1041554182328662552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-staring-between-sets-eyeliner-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1041554182328662552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1041554182328662552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-staring-between-sets-eyeliner-and.html' title='i&amp;#39;m staring between sets, eyeliner and cigarettes.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-5630843361079426530</id><published>2009-08-24T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It don't have a price, loving you is cherry pie.</title><content type='html'>Got back some results today, which was okay, but i'm not satisfied. I could have gotten higher marks. ZZZ. Okay, I'll talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assembly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had talk on financial literacy, and our CLAP video wasn't on! WTH! Better show the video tmr, if not I will start killing people. =X And must thank me, the script writer ah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chew was on MC, so we had this boring free period. And this teacher who came in insisted we do something. I wanted to sleep, but he was so free, he walk around and SEE what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back results, 32/40, 80. A1, yay. =D And Mdm Lee almost fell off the table, and everybody was like giggling. It's not the first time lor. I try to control myself but I can't stop. It's just so hilarious. And this is how she scold Weiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You so small, I throw you into the waste paper basket! So big already still play chopsticks! -Use chopsticks hit weiming- Next time you must remember Mdm Lee, the teacher who is worser than your grandmother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny. And Faiz even more funny, while we were like saying out our marks so she could record it, then Faiz go say 'Sawanty' instead 'Seventy. Then Mdm Lee was like "what 'Sawanty'? You from what country? Seventy, not 'sawanty'." It's like my best geography lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Science&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Soo gave us a long lecture about our results, blahblahblah. And she said almost half the class failed. Well, we did better in chemistry because most of us did not study for physics(Sorry Ms Kuah!). I did study physics but I missed out the part on total internal reflection which was important, and lens was confusing me. Highest in class was Priscilla, lucky not Wei Yi. He always snatch lime light. &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around the school looking for different texture and then use a crayon to colourcolourcolour. And it was really fun. We did it on telephones, cars, a hole(Jannah's idea), leaves, coins, switch and lots. On my way to the foyer, saw Mrs Ng in 1E1, so I flash a big big smile and say hi. LOL. That's what I do to Ms Tay everyday. Seriously, how irritating can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 6 failures in the class, and I can see Ms Tay was happy with us. Almost half of the class got distinction. One of them was the one and only me! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Project Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free period ‘cause project work’s OVER. But Mr Koh say want to have another one, but is MTV. The class was quite noisy, then when Ms Tay say “Let's continue with maths.” Everybody was like “ehhh.. SHHHH!! SHHHH!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for today, tired lar, bye. xD&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to thank Teresa for acompanying me today, sorry I made you walk around the whole school(with your goddamn heavy bag) with me. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-5630843361079426530?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/5630843361079426530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-don-have-price-loving-you-is-cherry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5630843361079426530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5630843361079426530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-don-have-price-loving-you-is-cherry.html' title='It don&amp;#39;t have a price, loving you is cherry pie.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-7365253216905285260</id><published>2009-08-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why you so obsessed with me, boy i want to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/So6lFzrY1TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WPHALhA50P4/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372412924689700146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/So6lFzrY1TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WPHALhA50P4/s320/DSC01201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back posting. CT2's over, and dance night is coming. Will be performing spectrum soon too. The CO will also be performing, Jixuan happy lor. Can't really get use to saying the taboo words during this period of time, I'm not that that &lt;em&gt;pantang&lt;/em&gt; but you know, don't want to offend lar. I don't to step into the balcony, it's so dark. LOL. I appear on the greenridge newsletter. For some reasons feel kinda embarassing lar. And f*** you Weiming, you are a guy, don't you feel &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; talking to me about that? Sometimes I wonder if you are a guy, or should I call you little boy? The whole 1Es have to take the English common test again, cause 1E3 and 1E4 have been expose to this passage before. Well it's good i'm given a second chance to do the english paper, even though I did questions and summary from this passage, I have a feeling, I will not do well. And this is the first I attempt ALL QUESTIONS on the maths paper, but the other subject that i've been doing well in, I don't think I will tht well this time. Chiong my art yesterday, didn't have time to do on wednesday cus I was like damn guai revising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-7365253216905285260?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/7365253216905285260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-you-so-obsessed-with-me-boy-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7365253216905285260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7365253216905285260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-you-so-obsessed-with-me-boy-i-want.html' title='why you so obsessed with me, boy i want to know.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/So6lFzrY1TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WPHALhA50P4/s72-c/DSC01201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-701052761954119619</id><published>2009-08-16T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling it's no joke, this is lycanthrophy.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posting for ages, kinda busy with school, project work, blahblahblah. We had project work last friday, quite fun lar, we were busy selling handphone accessories. We sold all of them, Ms Tay happy, yay. LOL. We were like screaming and shouting, Zhengyang voice was the loudest, then Jianing really go scream, damn funny. She scream half way, Mr Lee come out scold us(wth?), everybody was like diam except for me, I hide behind someone(zhengyang i think) then keep giggling with Jannah. We kinda unlucky, our booth just outside spark room, so can't much noise. Woah, tired to type, cause i'm using my dad's N97 to post. We went to science centre too, had so much fun, I guess we were very hyper at that moment, and we were misbehaving at the same time too. The teacher who were with us are not a single bit fierce, so we didn't care. Farhan funny lur, the teacher at science scold us, then she still go say to Ms Lum(spell?)"Teacher, I can scold them right?", then Ms Lum say can. Farhan was like "CANNOT. I say CANNOT." LOL. Damn funny. And i was on tv today okto, but i was sleeping, so i missed the show, sadded. Gtg, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-701052761954119619?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/701052761954119619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/darling-it-no-joke-this-is-lycanthrophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/701052761954119619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/701052761954119619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/08/darling-it-no-joke-this-is-lycanthrophy.html' title='Darling it&amp;#39;s no joke, this is lycanthrophy.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-2992875935814196689</id><published>2009-07-31T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you open my eyes and you make me believe</title><content type='html'>Blahblahblah. Okay I skip the first few parts alr, now don't complain my post too short and all sorts. Kay. School was fun as usual but soon nightmares will &lt;strong&gt;RUIN&lt;/strong&gt; it! One of the nightmare is CT2, which I am so not looking forward to. And two is that next we will be having morning assembly. Urgh, I hate it. When Mr Ho will be checking on our hair, socks, and uniform(I didn't type attrie because this actually make my post longer. It's working!). Bleh, hate talking about morning assembly. Haish, many things happen but too lazy to post. Lots of pics but also lazy to upload. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Here's a quiz. Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My kind of boy&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;Duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, but I must be smarter than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;Older than me, but not like dating an old guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;It's a must he's taller than me but not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;I loves guys who joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;For fun can lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;Muscular can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;Tanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;I hate guys with long hair. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;Metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;No BO please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;Alittle bit bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..Err.. See first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;Eh! That's what I say right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;Can play me a romantic song lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;Waaa..So talented ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;Not opera or screamo can alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think, they are too girly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Doctor ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;Shy especially around &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;Errr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;Siaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this quiz expects a guy to be so talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;Make sure he don't yoyoyoyo into my face the first thing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-boyfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;br /&gt;Then go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;I have he must also have. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;You mean he talks about books on a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOO. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;Think positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, pigs are stupid just like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Serious?&lt;br /&gt;Alittle bit can lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;No lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, no need so talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;So mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;Siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH! 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. A little too personal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loves children?&lt;br /&gt;I hate children, don't ask me give birth hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-2992875935814196689?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/2992875935814196689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-open-my-eyes-and-you-make-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2992875935814196689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2992875935814196689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-open-my-eyes-and-you-make-me.html' title='you open my eyes and you make me believe'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-5441898041985283470</id><published>2009-07-24T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was trying to fly, but I couldn't find wings</title><content type='html'>Do you have rough paper? LOL. I so damn love this joke! But can't find any other people to play it on. First victim was Jannah! And Zheng Yang, I think he over reacted. He's like laughing laughing laughing and said "SinYu! Don't play this kind of joke lar!" laughing laughing and laughing. That was the first time I see him laugh like non-stop? Nastain was like, finding then he say "My paper all very smooth, don't have rough paper." Me, Jannah and Zheng Yang laugh togather. That tcher dun care derr. Daniel is the funniest. No pics today lar, I quite long never zilian le. Haish, weekend homework seriously will kill me for the very first time. And shit, I haven't touch art! And it's like damn lot, plus I still have chinese workbook and xi zi and maths weekend assignment! WHAT THE HELL! Tell you I haven't touch any of them yet. I don't go school on monday. =( Really. Somebody help me? You won't be so heartless de bah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-5441898041985283470?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/5441898041985283470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-trying-to-fly-but-i-couldn-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5441898041985283470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5441898041985283470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-trying-to-fly-but-i-couldn-find.html' title='I was trying to fly, but I couldn&amp;#39;t find wings'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4460144217927770349</id><published>2009-07-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want nobody nobody but you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBifk7JyMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4QNjdMnPmdk/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359391851198138562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBifk7JyMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4QNjdMnPmdk/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I wish okto come again. LOL. I want FAME! Impossible, next class will be 1E4. I think? So fun. Hehe. 'Why are manhole covers round?' I kept thinking of that question. Okay back to tuh post. Kinda enjoy school today, and yesterday. Can you believe Wei Yi bring powder to school? And Jun jie plays with it and the whole floor was like filled will powder. Can do moonwalk. Haha. And what the hell is wrong with Jixuan, she kept laughing non-stop today. And just beacuse me and Zheng Yang was answering her question, we got into trouble with the lit teacher. ZZZ. Long story lar, I'm like so damn lazy to post. Gtg check out my face book, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4460144217927770349?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4460144217927770349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-nobody-nobody-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4460144217927770349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4460144217927770349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-nobody-nobody-but-you.html' title='I want nobody nobody but you!'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBifk7JyMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4QNjdMnPmdk/s72-c/DSC00855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6983307134968810309</id><published>2009-07-14T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okto Filming @ GSS Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBfgvXPKtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/welXl5SOjC4/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359388572645272274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBfgvXPKtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/welXl5SOjC4/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBff5bc-iI/AAAAAAAAALw/uWHQFCmDHGw/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359388558167439906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBff5bc-iI/AAAAAAAAALw/uWHQFCmDHGw/s320/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBfgXPfxEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TmVGLac1JZo/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359388566170354754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBfgXPfxEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TmVGLac1JZo/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBffTgoNVI/AAAAAAAAALo/14mgxRpbP9U/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359388547988600146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBffTgoNVI/AAAAAAAAALo/14mgxRpbP9U/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey earthlings i'm back! Went for okto filming today. 'Why didn't I think of that?' They ask me ' Why are manhole covers round?' Seriously a weird question.The answer I gave the host(Benjamin and Wai Kiat) was total &lt;strong&gt;CRAP&lt;/strong&gt;. I told them because the manhole is round so it's impossible you have a square cover. And my second answer was because they make people think of COOKIES! Obviously it was crap. Haha. When they 'cut!', they were like 'so cute.' LOL. Thats's about it. Fun lar, I wish I get filmed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6983307134968810309?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6983307134968810309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/okto-filming-gss-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6983307134968810309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6983307134968810309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/okto-filming-gss-library.html' title='Okto Filming @ GSS Library'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SmBfgvXPKtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/welXl5SOjC4/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-3922564718028180167</id><published>2009-07-11T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really hurting now that you are gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SliIZ6IwMqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7AjlRxjHgnQ/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357181735441281698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SliIZ6IwMqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7AjlRxjHgnQ/s320/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. Kinda rare I start my post with 'haish' right? ZZZ. Went Ngee Ann to perform today. I don't know if it's good or not but 1 person fell off the stage another one fainted on stage. Gosh. And I can't find my cloth, guess I was unlucky ba. My posts are seriously getting shorter and shorter. My life story's boring. Gtg update my facebook, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-3922564718028180167?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/3922564718028180167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-hurting-now-that-you-are-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3922564718028180167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3922564718028180167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-hurting-now-that-you-are-gone.html' title='i&amp;#39;m really hurting now that you are gone'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SliIZ6IwMqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7AjlRxjHgnQ/s72-c/DSC00747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-310420116535403521</id><published>2009-07-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i strap on my boots and put on a jacket</title><content type='html'>Bleh. I'm back! LOL. Kay, went for maths re-quiz yesterday, don't mistaken, I never fail hor. I was absent for some reasons. And I score a pretty 21/25 and that's a pass. Qingwen wanted me to fail with her, that's impossible. I hate staying back after school. Went dance after that, Arthi do push ups so funny, made Amy laugh like siao then she need redo. LOL. Later senior lead us in 50 jumps, waa..muscles cramp, can't walk today. =X For some pathetic reasons we were release late, and there was no air-con. But when reach downstairs, Hai want return class key if not he cannot claim his ezy-card(is that how you spell it? cus I don't use it) back. He's like damn unlucky the general close le. LOL. He keep shouting but no use, so me, Clara, Tricia, Amy and Qingwen were like helping him shout. Funny. Today, science almost slept in class, tired. Thanks to history homework.. -.-" But had some laughters during music, Jin Rong so damn funny. LOL. Lian Rong Pao. Guess I can only remember this much. And tmr going Ngee Ann City for rehearsal and saturday actual performance. Friends are welcome to come down and support. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-310420116535403521?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/310420116535403521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-strap-on-my-boots-and-put-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/310420116535403521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/310420116535403521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-strap-on-my-boots-and-put-on.html' title='when i strap on my boots and put on a jacket'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8854052869070232424</id><published>2009-07-06T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee, tea or me?</title><content type='html'>Heyhey, back posting! LOL. Today is Youth Day, I'm glad that i'm a youth! Hehe. But I miss children day, when teachers give students present. This year don't have le. Sad. D= Hmmm..Won't be posting that much 'cause I've been busy on facebook! So do check it out. And feel free to add me, I won't mind a single bit. Have been spending time on pet society. LOL. Kaykay. Gtg now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8854052869070232424?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8854052869070232424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/coffee-tea-or-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8854052869070232424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8854052869070232424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/coffee-tea-or-me.html' title='coffee, tea or me?'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-2821197210125213584</id><published>2009-07-05T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold'em like they do in texas play</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d5eea206a2ccaaa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/hold-like-they-do-in-texas-play.html' title='hold&amp;#39;em like they do in texas play'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8730499337562910136</id><published>2009-07-03T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really wish you were here alittle more longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sk4r8G7im5I/AAAAAAAAALI/q9AnYzQnrqs/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354265318642588562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sk4r8G7im5I/AAAAAAAAALI/q9AnYzQnrqs/s320/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sk4r72pgQ7I/AAAAAAAAALA/-J-qWpaF9d4/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354265314271970226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sk4r72pgQ7I/AAAAAAAAALA/-J-qWpaF9d4/s320/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sk4r789qOZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jS77suF9F28/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354265315967121810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sk4r789qOZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jS77suF9F28/s320/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sk4r7houQ6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RyFd8wM-BgQ/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354265308631548834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sk4r7houQ6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RyFd8wM-BgQ/s320/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm finally back posting. Thanks for the tags anyway. If you were to ask me how I've been, I would say 'it's horrible.' Didn't expect it to happen anyways. Just something that I can't do anything about but to cry. For close friends, should kinda know what happen. Well, cried last night, I was still thinking about my grandma. I wished I treat her better when she was with us, I feel so guilty right now. Tears are rolling down my cheeks while i'm typing this. But what can I do? Last time, I complained to my mum saying that grandma house is like so hot and boring and since we are only going there to have dinner with her why must we reach there so early? Now that she's not with us, I wish I could spend more time talking to her, treat her well. But I can't. Enough of this, if I continue typing, my room's going to flood with tears. Of course there's still some laughter to cheer me up. Crap with my bro, cousins and my uncle. Played this chairman game. My uncle is the worst chairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle(chairman): Any issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother(Salesman): Salary too low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle(chairman): Too low ah? Okay, you want to cut your salary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother(Salesman): Orh, then don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(no idea what i am): Last year christmas we give you present, you only give us char kway tiao. This year can give better or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle(chairman): Okay lor, this year wan ton mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All(company): -Laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(no idea what i am): Not enough coffee maker, then we very thirsty. Can buy more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle(chairman): Everytime thirsty ah? Bring your own water lar. Not enough bring 2, still not enought bring 3, still not enough bring 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother(salesman): Why you so stingy one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle(chairman): I cut your salary ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother(Salesman): cut lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle(chairman): Okay now $900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more actually, but lazy to type so that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8730499337562910136?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8730499337562910136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-wish-you-were-here-alittle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8730499337562910136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8730499337562910136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-wish-you-were-here-alittle.html' title='i really wish you were here alittle more longer'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sk4r8G7im5I/AAAAAAAAALI/q9AnYzQnrqs/s72-c/DSC00556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-1268164777690545714</id><published>2009-06-28T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woke up only when the sun was shining on my butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkZTxhXdYfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oLnQtlB_2Mw/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352057317411873266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkZTxhXdYfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oLnQtlB_2Mw/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at like 1.45pm today, missed breakfast so ate lunch also so called my breakfast. Couldn't sleep last night, was busy playing with the glowy stick. =X Even use it as my "earring". LOL. Had lunch with dad at Vegetarian House, the 'fake chicken' rice taste like real chicken. Nobody at home to cook me and my brother dinner so went to his office after that, then rush my holiday homework there. Left a few larr. Why must school holiday end so fast. I just want 2 more days and i'm satisfied. ZZZ. Everybody says that, but do we have a choice? School re-open won't be seeing Mdm Heng 'cus for some reason she's quarantine. And that means no longlonglong principal talk on the seasonal flu. And Yixin sorry today never come class, nobody fetch me. And yes! I pon boring saturday class! End post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-1268164777690545714?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/1268164777690545714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/woke-up-only-when-sun-was-shining-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1268164777690545714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1268164777690545714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/woke-up-only-when-sun-was-shining-on-my.html' title='woke up only when the sun was shining on my butt'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkZTxhXdYfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oLnQtlB_2Mw/s72-c/DSC00487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-870076918540156043</id><published>2009-06-26T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get up and shake the glitter of your clothes now</title><content type='html'>Pictures here, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkTuS1DWAHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2lHCJ4euYaY/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351664264469151858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkTuS1DWAHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2lHCJ4euYaY/s320/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkTuSoJnDiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8DOVw2O9zB4/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351664261005774370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkTuSoJnDiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8DOVw2O9zB4/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkTuSWi47tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/obl-wfSEBzg/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351664256279965394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkTuSWi47tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/obl-wfSEBzg/s320/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkTuScrzm3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/D7WcM2QGg4w/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351664257927977842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkTuScrzm3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/D7WcM2QGg4w/s320/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay peepos, I'm back posting. Didn't post yesterday 'cause went shopping and bought another tube dress. Costed $49 but since I was with my momma, she paid for me! I love her damn lots. But I wonder why I don't make cards like I do on her birthdays and mother day. I do that every year when I was a little girl. My plurk karma dropped cus I didn't update yesterday, stupid. Only &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; pathetic day. Can you believe it? Heartbroken. And when school re-open, even worse, no time to update. Must frozen the time. Kay, now talk about today. Woke up at like 10.21am and got ready for the party. At 11.15am went to fetch Peiqin and Hazel, they both so quiet in the car. =X Then when reach Amirah's Grill Restaurant and Cafe, saw Teresa and Atikah opposite. Hazel keep telling me "Eh, you see that Kung Fu Panda." Gosh, I don't even you gave her a nickname. Went upstairs after that, sat near the window. I sit the most inside so when I want to go in or out is damn troublesome. Then later they ask those birthday falls on Jan - June go to the cake there. So squeezy and suddenly I thought to myself why must my birthday falls on 17 Feb. Ate cake, and I hate blueberry! Played a game after that, and we lost, had to finish the cake(sorry lazy to go on so bear with it), didn't even have a bite because I hate blueberry. Then went take trophy. End of party. Walked to Bugis Junction in a &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; group then split at mrt there. My foot hurts cus of the stupid ballerina flat. If I knew I don't wear that one. Go in then Hazel say want go toilet. ZZZ. Went arcade for kids and Peiqin say want play those games. At first I thought she want see toytoy. LOL. But in the end I also end up looking at toys. =X Momma came and fetch us back. Had dinner with Dad because my momma need go hospital visit my grandma. Wanted to eat Sushi but couldn't find the area and ended up passing by the place where &lt;b&gt;WASTE MATERIALS&lt;/b&gt; so called sewage. So ate at coffee shop lorr, but delicious larr, I was damn hungry cus never eat much at the party(not very satisfied with the hygiene so ate abit) so I guess whatever I ate was delicious at that point of time. Homed after that. That's my long long long story. I can write a book with all my posts just edit the sentences with &lt;b&gt;SINGLISH&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-870076918540156043?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/870076918540156043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-up-and-shake-glitter-of-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/870076918540156043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/870076918540156043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-up-and-shake-glitter-of-your.html' title='get up and shake the glitter of your clothes now'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SkTuS1DWAHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2lHCJ4euYaY/s72-c/DSC00440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4370055373502589147</id><published>2009-06-24T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i remember those days, do you?</title><content type='html'>Just right after my previous post, I went habboing. This time, did not see Ah-Frost. Instead it was Leonard, asshole. LOL. Talktalktalk then we began talking about last year, what happen. Like misbehaving in school, stupid things Kenneth did. Kenneth was like the clown, he did things which totally embarassed himself but he don't even feel a single thing. Kian Hoe is our class artist, I meant he's like a pro in art, got scolded by Xie Lao Shi for drawing in her class. I remember I never did well in art, but I enjoy viewing art pieces. James also another clown, always with Kenneth crapping around. That time teacher showed the art piece, 'Scream' or 'The Scream', he imitate. I was laughing my ass off. Leonard also say he missed morning assembly, well, I hate it. This is what he said. Fun day is our sch open house, and Mdm Yazilla is our principal and Mr Ying is this very violent teacher that hit students. And this is very true, they wanted to complain him, Ms Loy is our music teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leorui: Everytime I pull your hair, you will scream and then say 'STOP IT' and act angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LittleKimChi: It hurts you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leorui: Morning assembly can poke you. Fun day going to poke you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LittleKimChi: ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leorui: Anymore memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LittleKimChi: Mr Ying the Violent Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leorui: Oh yah. That tym we want complain to MOE but then scared. But if my juniors complain to me, I will tell Mdm Yazilla. Then she argue with me, and said 'Leonard! Do you want take an offence form?' then I will said 'I not in your sch le.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LittleKimChi: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leorui: Got offence form for calling Ms Loy short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leorui: Bored. Stalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was all I could remember, but I really hate it when he pull my hair. Fun day not going to tie up my hair because i'm sure he is going to pull it. ZZZ. But poking, I guess I do not have a choice lorr. Haish, that's all, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4370055373502589147?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4370055373502589147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-those-days-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4370055373502589147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4370055373502589147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-those-days-do-you.html' title='i remember those days, do you?'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-7969932291151174778</id><published>2009-06-23T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>russian roulette is not the same without a gun</title><content type='html'>Woke up late today at about 11.37am? Then didn't have breakfast, but ate one rice dumpling which lasted for sometime. Went dance after that, was glad that we only did split for only 20 minutes. Then continue with SYF piece. Was panting half way through the dance, I guess I haven't been dancing in ages that's the reason why. First time was still okay, I only pant during the last part but second time, when I exit during the shield part. I felt like I &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt;(serious kay?). Then Mr Dandy was like shouting 'energy! energy!'. Last part, I dance like shit because I can't feel my arms and legs. And I was the first one to run out for the last part which means I have to run a longer distances than the others. When it's break time, chatted with Ellyne, Hazel and Peiqin about what to wear to the dance party and girls stuff. And friday going to the party with the three of them, yay! After that, when Mr Dandy coming in, we all pretend like we practicing. On the music to after the shield part, and then pretend running. LOL. Than he looked at us and said "eh you think I stupid ah? I thought why suddenly the music play" and we all started laughing. Wonder who's idea was it. When time to go home, go toilet change and talk to Ellyne. Peiqin and Hazel joined in after a while. Homed after that. As I told you, only ate a rice dumpling, so was damn hungry. Ate dinner at 5.00 pm. ZZZ. So damn full right now. Played music in my balcony with a speaker, I hoped I didn't disturb those neighbours. I'm pretty sure I won't bercause the music I listened to very nice derr, unlike my brother, all screamo. That's all for today, I guess I will end my &lt;strong&gt;longlonglonglonglong&lt;/strong&gt; post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-7969932291151174778?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/7969932291151174778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/russian-roulette-is-not-same-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7969932291151174778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7969932291151174778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/russian-roulette-is-not-same-without.html' title='russian roulette is not the same without a gun'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-7777280031606837872</id><published>2009-06-22T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woke up and realise this was just a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools to re-open as scheduled despite H1N1 situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By S Ramesh, Channel NewsAsia Posted: 22 June 2009 1823 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE: Health Minister Khaw Boon Wan has said schools will re-open and the Asian Youth Games and National Day celebrations will carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently-returned students who have travelled to affected countries will stay at home for one week before joining their classmates when schools re-open on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, however, added: "But I thought I should explain that moderate risk does not mean no death. Just like the seasonal flu, there will be some deaths. That's why we need to target the high-risk patients, especially those with underlying medical conditions and to render the best chance of a full recovery. And that is why we need to allow our hospitals to be able to focus on the high-risk cases and not be distracted or overwhelmed by hundreds of mild cases."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His advice to Singaporeans: just carry on with your lives normally but keep up the high standard of personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CNA/ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/437803/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/437803/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;CRAP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-7777280031606837872?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/7777280031606837872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/woke-up-and-realise-this-was-just-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7777280031606837872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7777280031606837872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/woke-up-and-realise-this-was-just-dream.html' title='woke up and realise this was just a dream'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-3743370505796123563</id><published>2009-06-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went for boring saturday class. Only 23 pupils came, have no idea where the other half went. Kiwi was our teacher for today and of course his classes was the one that is more interesting. There's this guy damn funny. Made the whole class laugh, I meant 'half' class. And Kiwi said that he knew that because his shoes stated that he is &lt;strong&gt;MAD&lt;/strong&gt;(Words on that boy shoe, MAD) . Sat with Li Ping, cause her friend did not turn up and Yixin wasn't here. She's still on her trip. Then at the end of the class. Kiwi wanted us to confess something we've done wrong in the past 1 month. My brother told him he skipped NPCC and many others gave the samne reason. &lt;strong&gt;(COPY CATS?)&lt;/strong&gt; That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Science Centre with Amanda and Indah yesterday. Was too exhausted to post. Fell asleep in the living room when I got home. Science centre was damn crowded, I wonder how come those parents don't need to work. So free to take one day off. ZZZ. Then those small kids stupid lor, don't even know basic manners. Urgh. Nvm. Took some pictures. My friends are not so enthusiastic in taking pictures so will just post a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sjz1ywC0ZLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/98YqRYoBOJM/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349420709648295090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sjz1ywC0ZLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/98YqRYoBOJM/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this doll, I wish it was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sjz1yh-WmnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KaeI6Rr257I/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349420705871469170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sjz1yh-WmnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KaeI6Rr257I/s320/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New born chicks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sjz1yYBdeeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zr6F8kzpyXU/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349420703200147938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sjz1yYBdeeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zr6F8kzpyXU/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just happen to be wearing white and my shirt become 'luminous'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-3743370505796123563?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/3743370505796123563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-cheer-captain-and-i-on-bleacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3743370505796123563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3743370505796123563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-cheer-captain-and-i-on-bleacher.html' title='she&amp;#39;s cheer captain and i&amp;#39;m on the bleacher'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sjz1ywC0ZLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/98YqRYoBOJM/s72-c/DSC00404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-1035543983199269086</id><published>2009-06-18T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like an apple hanging from a tree</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Really bored. Can't wait for tmr trip to science centre with Amanda and Indah. I feel like using this blog skin base to make into a boyish skin and upload on &lt;strong&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/strong&gt; but I don't think the person will allow me to use her basecodes. Somehow I feel that boys are alittle left out on blogskins. So if I can created some, maybe I will become one of the most popular one on blogskins. LOL. Impossible. Didn't even touch my homework for today. I've really become &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt;. Feel like doing a quiz. Anybody have quiz? Okay found one on Teresa blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is your full name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ow Sin Yu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like your first name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okayokay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)How long have you liked the person you currently like ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't met my knight in shiny armor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Have you kissed anyone in the last 48hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, why? LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)What are you doing at this morning at 8am ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wasn't even awake! I woke up at 12.15pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)What are you doing an hour ago ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)What are you currently doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This quiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Have you told anyone that you love him/her today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nahh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Do you miss anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of you. -Katy Perry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Any plans for tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Science Centre with Amanda and Indah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)What is the reason behind the last time you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told you I DID NOT CRY! &gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Is there anyone you wish to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told you I HAVEN'T MET MY KNIGHT IN SHINY ARMOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Have you ever kissed any living thing start with C?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why must it be C?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Did someone make you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, I smile at myself in the mirror like an idiot. =X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Name a friend whose name start with Z .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Which of your friends stay closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Do you prefer a call or to text ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Text, when you call you seem to be lost for words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Was today better than yesterday ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't feel anything different.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Can you live a day without your Tv or your handphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, unless I have a loving boyfriend who sms me everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Are you Mad at anything now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAD! MAD! MAD! LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) what does your last text massage in your inbox says ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey today have dance rite? -Ellyne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Is Your room messy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-1035543983199269086?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/1035543983199269086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-apple-hanging-from-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1035543983199269086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1035543983199269086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-apple-hanging-from-tree.html' title='like an apple hanging from a tree'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8440612144165207817</id><published>2009-06-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our love is like a song that you can't forget</title><content type='html'>Okay, really sorry to everybody. Don't angry kay? I'm serious. I promise this url will last long and it will. I know I've changed my url about like 7 times because i've create &lt;strong&gt;SEVEN BLOGS&lt;/strong&gt;. =X Back to the post.&lt;br /&gt;My post are getting shorter and shorter. ZZZ. Really lazy to post. And I don't much pictures to post. But will post some on Friday and Saturday. Cus going Science Centre with Amanda and Indah. I planned everything. And we'll stil be paying children's price cus it stated 3 to 16 yrs old. Cost only &lt;strong&gt;THREE DOLLARS&lt;/strong&gt;. Whooo. And get serious, holidays going to be &lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;! Nooooooo, i'm melting! im melting! Help! Oppps, wrong story. LOL. Haish about the holiday holiday homework. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June Holiday Worksheet - Only comprehension done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. June Holiday Online Quiz (50 questions)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. Sec 1 Holiday assignment quiz (10 questions) Frist Attempt&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. Sec 1 Holiday assignment quiz (10 questions) Second Attempt&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sec 1 Holiday Homework - Not done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography (Lee Cube -.-")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June Holiday Worksheet - Majority Questions done. (:&lt;br /&gt;2. Mid-Year Exam Corrections - Not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 小小的天空 Book Review - Only author and publisher name filled in.&lt;br /&gt;2. Letter Writing - Not Done&lt;br /&gt;3. Composition - Not Done&lt;br /&gt;4. Book Review on short stories - Not Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I missed out any? I hope I did not. Do leave a tag I do. =D And whoa, listing out my home did make my post longer. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting happen today, I guess I will have end the post here. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8440612144165207817?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8440612144165207817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-love-is-like-song-that-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8440612144165207817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8440612144165207817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-love-is-like-song-that-you-can.html' title='our love is like a song that you can&amp;#39;t forget'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4431441151956559606</id><published>2009-06-16T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing can ever come between us</title><content type='html'>I've changed my blogskin and url. I'm really really sorry if I've cause you guys trouble to relink me because &lt;strong&gt;www.th-sweetaddiction.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt; lasted for only 15 days. It was my temporary blog. This is the actual blog that I've been putting effort in to. I'm really really really sorry. I promise this blog is going to last long. Kay? I promise. I've also added a marquee, &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE TAG ME&lt;/strong&gt; if I've missed you out. I spend time on the marquee and it's according to alphabets, so don't complain. I'll also be adding extra hearts if you are a one that's closer to me. But that will be when I have time. Because I really don't want you guys to think that i'm so called "&lt;strong&gt;BIAS&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4431441151956559606?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4431441151956559606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-can-ever-come-between-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4431441151956559606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4431441151956559606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-can-ever-come-between-us.html' title='nothing can ever come between us'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-5163550386490999343</id><published>2009-06-14T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my faith in you was fading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjUNq6_fHiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hkOeIh_3DFA/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347195163613535778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjUNq6_fHiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hkOeIh_3DFA/s320/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, who's this cute little monster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjUNq38aeRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IR707-XpeZE/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347195162795342098" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjUNq38aeRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IR707-XpeZE/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Boo! Hehe. She's so cute. Took this two photo at Nicole's house 3 days ago. (:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at like 12 noon today, and my mum cooked pasta! Yum. I know I'm making you jealous but to tell you the truth, I don't really care. LOL. Jkjk. I feel like changing my blog url.. Okayokay, I know I very &lt;i&gt;ma fan&lt;/i&gt;. But I promise this will last long, kay? Short post for today. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-5163550386490999343?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/5163550386490999343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-faith-in-you-was-fading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5163550386490999343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5163550386490999343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-faith-in-you-was-fading.html' title='my faith in you was fading'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjUNq6_fHiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hkOeIh_3DFA/s72-c/DSC00274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-3422384195015222194</id><published>2009-06-13T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she wear high heels, i wear sneakers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjOyhHm6U5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a2eqwqQ4om0/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346813464666592146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjOyhHm6U5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a2eqwqQ4om0/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjOyhOtK1qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3ZQQJHrd36Q/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346813466571888290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjOyhOtK1qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3ZQQJHrd36Q/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I have time to post! LOL. Kay. I pon boring saturday class today! Was damn happy. My mum's the best lar, she knew I hate boring saturday class. But as for my dad, if you tell him "Pa, I don't want go siaa." He will scold derr. But he went overseas today afternoon at around lunch time. So he drove my mum's car go eat lorr. Ate at this restaurant called bamboo noodles or something. Nice food lar. Next week, thursday on channel, they interviewing the restaurant. 8.30pm. End post here. Burr-bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzzy. (:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who tag you to do this stupid quiz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody,found it at other peepos blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Will you fall in love with a boy/girl that is older than you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course, I prefer guys older than me by 1-3years. They are more mature.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Where is question 3? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here larr, what stupid question is this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) What would you do to a million dollars? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save it and spend it on things I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5) will you fall in love with your best friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's a girl. -.- And i'm not les.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Which is more best loving someone or being loved? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being LOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7) what do you like the most? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know. I like loads of things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) if the person you like is already attached,what would you do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) is there anything that makes you really happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crapping with friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) what make you sad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm.. I have no idea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) how would you see yourself in 10 years time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally a woman! LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) who is currently most important to you now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) what do you prefer being single &amp;amp;rich or married&amp;amp; poor? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single and rich. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15) what is your favourite colour? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black and White.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) if you are attached and one boy likes you what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reject and apologise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) how would you like a guy to propose to you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A very suprisely way and special one. Cannot copy from tv drama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) what do you want to tell someone you like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like/love you. Wo ai ni!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) if there is a choice between your lover &amp;amp; fwens which one would you choose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) what do you do when your boyfriend cheated on you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change his name from dear to JERK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;State 5 other people you want to do this quiz ;&lt;br /&gt;Bored people like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-3422384195015222194?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/3422384195015222194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-wear-high-heels-i-wear-sneakers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3422384195015222194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3422384195015222194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-wear-high-heels-i-wear-sneakers.html' title='she wear high heels, i wear sneakers.'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SjOyhHm6U5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/a2eqwqQ4om0/s72-c/DSC00299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-987453377188906354</id><published>2009-06-12T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall in love too often that's what the matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo tired, Dance training today was from 12.30pm - 5 plus. I can't believe we are dancing the SYF piece again. Noooooo. And of course the new dance piece for spectrum 4 is Japanese Dance. (: I wonder how will it be like, maybe &lt;strong&gt;SUMO DANCE&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL. Jkjk. Mr Dandy force us down on split. And Hai succeeded, I wonder how he do that. I mean boy's structure is different from us girls. They may be able to do today but tmr they may not. And need to choreograph an item for dance night. Haish. I wonder how to work with the others. Especially those who i'm not close to, like Syaza and Nabilah. And my split! I can't do it! And i'm dying to do one. Hurts you know? Went home that time, my mum called me and ask me take taxi home myself. It's my first time. I didn't have any money so I ask her wait me outside the condo, at guard house then pay for me. But also good lar, no nid wait for my mum to come to the school. Just wave wave can liao. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, 11 Jun 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Nicole house. And we were like bo liao lorr, her room damn big. Then after that, we brought Jolin to go for a walk and at the same time check on the boys who were playing basketball at the nearby playground. Jolin so cute, when Nicole warn her about the dog poo on the floor. She said "Moved away from that pang sai." in a ang mo accent. Fyi, she's 4 years old. Practice my split with this thingy called the &lt;strong&gt;Sky Walker&lt;/strong&gt;, painful. And after Jolin got bored, we walked back. And saw this crazy dog, barking at us like they have never seen human before. Then when walked further, the dog go 'grrrrr.., grrrr..'. Crazy Dog. Had dinner in her house, then went upstairs in her room talktalk and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-987453377188906354?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/987453377188906354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/fall-in-love-too-often-that-what-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/987453377188906354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/987453377188906354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/fall-in-love-too-often-that-what-matter.html' title='fall in love too often that&amp;#39;s what the matter'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4360486324740028896</id><published>2009-06-09T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupid's automatic musta fired multiple shots at her</title><content type='html'>I am happy today. -smiles- LOL. One, is because I've changed my blogskin. Yay. Two, is because Mr Dandy forgotten about today's dance practice, he thought it's at 3.30pm. So we didn't do split. Three, is that my arms are not hurting anymore, I feel much better. And Four, there's no four actually. Haha. Just this short post today. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4360486324740028896?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4360486324740028896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/cupid-automatic-musta-fired-multiple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4360486324740028896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4360486324740028896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/cupid-automatic-musta-fired-multiple.html' title='cupid&amp;#39;s automatic musta fired multiple shots at her'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-666483403760515656</id><published>2009-06-08T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creepy little girl with her creepy little face</title><content type='html'>I so damn want to change my blog skin. Urgh. And url, I think? But I seriously don't want to trouble you guys and of course myself. There's dance practice tomorrow, I'm DEAD! REALLY DEAD! I can't do a split! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPLIT! DIE! AHHHHHH! MY ARMS ARE STILL HURTING! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO! AHHHH! MR DANDY GONNA KILL ME! &lt;/span&gt; I wish I can shout really loud right now but I can't. My mum's at home. My only wish right now is that I can do a SPLIT. But it's impossible. I'll just wait and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-666483403760515656?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/666483403760515656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/creepy-little-girl-with-her-creepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/666483403760515656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/666483403760515656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/creepy-little-girl-with-her-creepy.html' title='creepy little girl with her creepy little face'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-3971884210283671897</id><published>2009-06-07T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i could break your heart anytime of the week</title><content type='html'>Boo! LOL. Back posting, was busy habboing with Ah-Frost last night. (: But I shouldn't abandon my blog so i'm back posting. Hehe. Had cheese cake today morning as breakfast, was delicious. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SitslaV_6nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AgCevnkZ4Bk/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344484772787776114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SitslaV_6nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AgCevnkZ4Bk/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my arms hurts so much from that day dance practice, men push ups really killed me. Now I can hardly bend my arms or even straighten it. Drink water also pain. Brush teeth also pain. Comb hair also pain. Read book also pain. Everything I do also pain. Typing also abit pain lurr. End here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-3971884210283671897?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/3971884210283671897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-could-break-your-heart-anytime-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3971884210283671897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3971884210283671897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-could-break-your-heart-anytime-of.html' title='i could break your heart anytime of the week'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SitslaV_6nI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AgCevnkZ4Bk/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6176192715668611283</id><published>2009-06-05T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saying funny things that you have never heard</title><content type='html'>Went dance today, can say it was the most horrible dance practice I attend. Mr Dandy force us do split, I just don't understand why can't I go down all the way. I just left a 3 - 4 inch hole to do a front split. But of course, there were laughters. =D Mr Dandy acted like a ghost and I only ask him jump so that he would look like a chinese vampire. But did you know what he did, he was like "Who ask me jump?" and he kicked me. Not pain lorr, he think I scared him. I not even single bit scared. LOL. Then later do 200 sit ups and 20 man push up. I'm not very use to doing push slowly, cause everytime do is fast fast derr. And push up, I don't know how they do it. Last time as taekwondo is the correct way actually. Then when dance end, there's this idiot who called me and kept quiet. I said 'hello' for 3 times, still no reply, so I hung the phone. That was 3.12pm, and at 3.15pm, that idiot called again. Well, I'm not so stupid to pick it up, waste my prepaid money. This kind of people, seriously &lt;em&gt;bo liao&lt;/em&gt;. Went straight home after that 'cause I was super hungry so I ate instant noodles lorr. Haha, so poor thing right? LOL. Let's see any videos today. My post not long enuf. Venetian Princess videos kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I kissed a girl [Elderly Remix]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IPDOB4yzzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9IPDOB4yzzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6176192715668611283?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6176192715668611283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-funny-things-that-you-have-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6176192715668611283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6176192715668611283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/saying-funny-things-that-you-have-never.html' title='saying funny things that you have never heard'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6367367932800241744</id><published>2009-06-04T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've already spoken, our love is broken</title><content type='html'>Just changed my blog song. Nothing much to post today. Btw, here something interesting. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want nobody nobody but you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hiriGwRjszc&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, Qingwen tagged me a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favourite colour out of red,black,blue,green and yellow?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Black.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your first initial?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your month of birth?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;February.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What colour do you like more? Black or white?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;I love them both. =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name of a person,same gender as you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;My mum?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite number?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like flying or driving more?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;It's impossible to fly but if it's possible, I prefer flying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like the lake or ocean more?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Ocean.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Write down a wish.(A realistic one)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Pick anyone from my wishlist!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tag anybody because I have no idea what's wrong with my skin, you can't select the text.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6367367932800241744?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6367367932800241744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-already-spoken-our-love-is-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6367367932800241744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6367367932800241744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-already-spoken-our-love-is-broken.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve already spoken, our love is broken'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-7941393810068544729</id><published>2009-06-03T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'cus she doesn't get your humor like i do</title><content type='html'>Went dance yesterday. Mr Dandy help everybody stretch their legs. Walao eh, he stretch my until super pain siaa. I was screaming like a chicken. Somemore after stretching, he kick my butt and when I try to dodge, he kick my hand. Pain ahh. He help Qingwen stretch like only 90 degrees, he help me stretch over 90 degrees lorr. Unfair. After that go do front split, I can't fully go down, left like 1 hole to go but can't go down. And Amy can do front split and center split. I'm so damn amazed, she just join the dance club. Me = Jealous. I really want to be able to do atleast a center split. Still forcing myself to do a split, I really dunnoe when can I suceed. Though I have dancing background but that time was 3 years ago. I've not been dancing for such a long time, I regret not working harder when i'm in my primary school. Btw, a video to entertain my fellow readers. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lady Gaga - Poker Face (Parody by Venetian Princess) Outer Space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h47fNaOb-JU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h47fNaOb-JU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-7941393810068544729?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/7941393810068544729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-doesn-get-your-humor-like-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7941393810068544729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7941393810068544729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-doesn-get-your-humor-like-i-do.html' title='&amp;#39;cus she doesn&amp;#39;t get your humor like i do'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4839782918817518790</id><published>2009-06-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh sweetheart, put the bottle down</title><content type='html'>I've changed my blog url and skin. Please &lt;b&gt;AUTO-RELINK&lt;/b&gt; ah. LOL. It's 12 plus now, can't sleep so sneak out to post. Haha. Some may wonder who's that in the picture, it's Avril Lavinge! When is she going to have a new album... Tmr got dance, I mean today, how many hours ah? Hmmm.. 11 hours, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's the lyrics for my blog song. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You told me&lt;br /&gt;there's no need&lt;br /&gt;To talk it out&lt;br /&gt;Cause its too late&lt;br /&gt;To proceed&lt;br /&gt;And slowly&lt;br /&gt;I took your words&lt;br /&gt;And Walk Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No looking back&lt;br /&gt;I wont regret, no&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;But still I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Ok&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;I wont return&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burnt down&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;br /&gt;Alright , Ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played me&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;Your love was nothing but a game&lt;br /&gt;Portrait a role&lt;br /&gt;You took control, I&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but fall&lt;br /&gt;So deep&lt;br /&gt;But now I see things clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waist you fiction tears on me&lt;br /&gt;Just save them for someone in need&lt;br /&gt;It's Way to late&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing the door&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4839782918817518790?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4839782918817518790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-sweetheart-put-bottle-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4839782918817518790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4839782918817518790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-sweetheart-put-bottle-down.html' title='oh sweetheart, put the bottle down'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-120898908015744310</id><published>2009-05-31T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i took your words and walked away</title><content type='html'>Went Kallang Leisure Park(i think?) today. Bought this very sweet shorts. I must say it look way much more better than Fbts. Cost $16.00, okay lar. Casual wear also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341918788096810786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SiJO1cd-3yI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OOImJgZkkLg/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went to buy &lt;em&gt;tau kua pau&lt;/em&gt;. Later my dad making &lt;em&gt;oh kuih&lt;/em&gt;, haha, my favourite. And 'It's Alright It's Ok' the song is finally out. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-0l35wGBvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-0l35wGBvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-120898908015744310?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/120898908015744310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-took-your-words-and-walked-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/120898908015744310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/120898908015744310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-took-your-words-and-walked-away.html' title='i took your words and walked away'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SiJO1cd-3yI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OOImJgZkkLg/s72-c/DSC00179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-7831291149659449184</id><published>2009-05-29T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget about guns and forgot ammunition</title><content type='html'>Hihi, back posting. =D Got back report book today, can't believe I did so badly and yet I'm 5th in position in class. It clearly shows that 1E3 standard's not very good. I had to share postions with Naomi and Wei Yi. Urgh Wei Yi my rival in science, Must beat him. My &lt;b&gt;L1R4: 10&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;L1R5: 14&lt;/b&gt;. Not satisfied. D= Haishhaish, dun want to talk about it. During morning assembly, Mrs Ng ask all dancers out. Then I thought sec 1 no need, so I still sit there blur blur. LOL. But in the end I went out lar. Dance practice during holiday on tuesdays and fridays. Haish, Tuesday got dunnoe what enrichment programme(creative writing) from 1pm - 4pm. Then dance is from 12.30pm - 3pm. Dunnoe where to go siaa. Qingwen was like go enrichment better, no need to do split. She damn scared of split. Haha. If Kung Fu Panda can do a FULL SPLIT, why can't I? LOL. Kung Fu panda is a cartoon character, cannot compare. Then by right first period is D and T, but got this student councillors nomination forum. But also good lar, Mr Chong lesson boring lurr. Only part I like is &lt;b&gt;let's get the ball rolling&lt;/b&gt;. Haha. When we went back to class then we nominate the student councillors. I know lar, most dancers will nominate Nicholas. But I won't, he and his so called brother, Daryl always make fun of my name. Not even fit to become one. LOL. After recess, I was 'abusing' Yaya. Wipe the white board marker ink on her uniform and then later chase her around. She scream like siao. Good for me lar, train my stamina. Hah, me = Jerk. Oh and i'm so into 'Family Guy Stewie', he's so funny. And here's a video. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cartoon Version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJZdtmN2woE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EJZdtmN2woE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Live Version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xnfMKxSgFlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xnfMKxSgFlI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-7831291149659449184?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/7831291149659449184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/forget-about-guns-and-forgot-ammunition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7831291149659449184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/7831291149659449184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/forget-about-guns-and-forgot-ammunition.html' title='forget about guns and forgot ammunition'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8788776876391387856</id><published>2009-05-28T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being with you is so dysfunctional</title><content type='html'>Finally I have time to post today. LOL. Was busy yesterday, watching tv. Hehe. Had Life Skill today, I was a idiot. Haha. Mr Chia was like "Who ever touch my laptop, I will purposely drop it and make you pay me one." And the moment he stepped out of the class, I stood up making the chair drag loudly. Priscilla and Xin Ping was like laughing like siao. And I think Mr Chia heard the laughs and the chair sound. He came back and look who was the person trying to touch his laptop. Walao, I couldn't control myself, I started laughing like an idiot. LOL. Next period was maths, watched Kung Fu Panda. I'm like damn tired, I watch abit then sleep. Then they didn't finish the movie so science period, Ms Kuah continue. This time I got watch. Funny. Urgh, last period was Lee Cube lesson. No movie. Do work. -.- Oh and did I post about that day at Hort Park, Lee Cube wore Sun Glasses and carry an umbrella? She look like terminator. Go Qingwen blog and you will be able to see the picture. LOL. Tmr D and T period don't know what Mr Chong going to do with us. You know what he always say..&lt;b&gt;LET'S GET THE BALL ROLLING&lt;/b&gt; =D My favourite phrase! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8788776876391387856?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8788776876391387856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-with-you-is-so-dysfunctional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8788776876391387856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8788776876391387856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-with-you-is-so-dysfunctional.html' title='being with you is so dysfunctional'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-1584379827288872094</id><published>2009-05-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well baby they are tumbling down</title><content type='html'>Today post-exams activity went to Hort Park. Boring larr. Trekking. But the view up there was magnificient. =D Rachel Kua kept disturbing me, irritating girl. LOL. Though it was like only walking, the weather is like damn hot. PE T-Shirt damn smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Shva24VM67I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pfG1CAvUfHw/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102419546958770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Shva24VM67I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pfG1CAvUfHw/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Shva23R59TI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BdsDn1RO2rI/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102419264697650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Shva23R59TI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BdsDn1RO2rI/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Hort Park. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Shva2mLsCDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QFPeYXlLlBY/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102414675216434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Shva2mLsCDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QFPeYXlLlBY/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach Bukit Chandu, then bought M &amp;amp; Ms. Colourful right? Couldn't finish it, I thought it was too sweet. So I gave the whole packet to Wei Ming and he gave them to Jun Jie. After that, we got on to the bus and I was crapping with Yi Hui. Make &lt;em&gt;Liang Po Po&lt;/em&gt; sound. Then Ms Tay turned back and said "Eh, who's that &lt;em&gt;liang po po&lt;/em&gt; ah?". Then we started pointing fingers. LOL. When we got back to school, it was only 12.45pm. So sat in the canteen until the bell ring. Went home to bath and change. At least I don't have to wear that smelly PE T-Shirt. LOL. Went Dance. Do split. I was like screaming like siao. Then that stupid Ellyne still want push me down. I will take revenge one day. I will. After that, Mr Dandy asked us to work together to create a dance. So I worked with Rachel Tan, Afiqah, Ellyne and Dayana. Was like thinking so hard until the brain going &lt;em&gt;bao&lt;/em&gt;! Haha. But in the end we came up with something that's is still okay. Next dance session need to bring dance journal liao. ZZZ. I thought only drama club need. End my post here, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-1584379827288872094?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/1584379827288872094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-baby-they-are-tumbling-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1584379827288872094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1584379827288872094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-baby-they-are-tumbling-down.html' title='well baby they are tumbling down'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Shva24VM67I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pfG1CAvUfHw/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-386304022374639306</id><published>2009-05-25T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't it crazy when you're love swept?</title><content type='html'>Went school for the very "interesting" post-exams activities. We played floor ball for the inter-class games. Was like so bored the first round until me and Xin Ping decided to cheer. We both were like extra lar, what we did only annoyed those who are playing. Then there's this idiotic girl who is so into the game, she just shouted at people anyhow siaa. I damn hate her. I can see 1e4, Nabilah and her friend damn angry. But if you ask me who's side am I on, I'm on 1E4's side. That idiotic girl, I think her name au.. something. She goes around with a face so damn 'qian da' lor. If I won't get into trouble for slapping her, I will slap her. During the "Pep Talk", I wasn't even listening. I was crapping with Venessa. Want to noe what we did? It involves tissue paper! LOL. Not &lt;em&gt;pang sai&lt;/em&gt; lar! Let me post the pictures since I myself don't even know how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShqDhWXn2eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e1g-C5G2ZoU/s1600-h/DSC00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339724917164726754" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShqDhWXn2eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e1g-C5G2ZoU/s200/DSC00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I paste a plaster onto the dummy as a nose. Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShqDhB2ydDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8feNLSRVhns/s1600-h/DSC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339724911658300466" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShqDhB2ydDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8feNLSRVhns/s200/DSC00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next we gave a facial treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShqDhHqNspI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sFHUkR6uAR8/s1600-h/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339724913216172690" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShqDhHqNspI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sFHUkR6uAR8/s200/DSC00116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it felt thirsty, so we gave it water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShqEcGbyL9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/hfh3vZYvJaA/s1600-h/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339725926499495890" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShqEcGbyL9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/hfh3vZYvJaA/s200/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, JANNAH'S GEEKS! Btw, it kinda look like the 1A2 weirdo!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, like plastic surgery right? The teeth is Jia Ning draw one. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-386304022374639306?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/386304022374639306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/ain-it-crazy-when-you-love-swept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/386304022374639306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/386304022374639306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/ain-it-crazy-when-you-love-swept.html' title='Ain&amp;#39;t it crazy when you&amp;#39;re love swept?'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShqDhWXn2eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e1g-C5G2ZoU/s72-c/DSC00124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-10558991353169272</id><published>2009-05-24T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all wrapped into one with a ribbon on it</title><content type='html'>Heyhey. I'm back posting. Hehe. Got lecture by my dad last night regarding &lt;b&gt;ACADEMICS&lt;/b&gt;. Told me that studies' not difficult to cope with, and many others. He expects all 75 marks and above next term, which means all A1. Gosh, is that like &lt;b&gt;POSSIBLE&lt;/b&gt;? Well, maybe if I work super hard. But I tend to always &lt;b&gt;SLACK&lt;/b&gt;, can't be helped. He ask me to make a timetable. Tell you what, it is never going to help. I will never &lt;b&gt;FOLLOW IT&lt;/b&gt;. I follow the school timatable because I will get into trouble if I don't. But as for my own timetable, I won't even get into trouble if I don't follow it because I'm the one who make it, and I have the rights to do anything I want at any point of time. Haish, seriously don't want to talk about it. Hmm...Nothing better to do now. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShkK92WoMOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5fKdlBBTyrQ/s1600-h/DSC05645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339310890903154914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShkK92WoMOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5fKdlBBTyrQ/s320/DSC05645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken before the CATS MUSICAL. Outside school, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShkK-PJ7Y5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/O9xi5rXM30U/s1600-h/DSC05646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339310897560773522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShkK-PJ7Y5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/O9xi5rXM30U/s320/DSC05646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I still have this picture of our dear Mrs Ng. Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Finally have time to post this 2 pics. Guess I'll end here, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-10558991353169272?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/10558991353169272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-wrapped-into-one-with-ribbon-on-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/10558991353169272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/10558991353169272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-wrapped-into-one-with-ribbon-on-it.html' title='all wrapped into one with a ribbon on it'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ShkK92WoMOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5fKdlBBTyrQ/s72-c/DSC05645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4319101385379828977</id><published>2009-05-23T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter who make her purr she's a super star</title><content type='html'>I go ooh ooh, you go ah ah. LOL. Ytd went for to perform for dance nite. Okok lar. Last part didn't have time to untangled my cloth so I dance holding 2 cloths on 1 hand. ZZZ. I hate the Nanyang Girls, they suck to the core. They said that our costume like small children and called us primary school kids. So what if we are shorter than them, they think they are so tall, but they don't the right attitude. If our costume look like small children, they look like ZEBRA, black and white. COWARD is one word to discribe them, since they have the guts to say it why not admit it. I wonder why are they part of the CW6. O.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my results. Not very good lar. I thought I was quite good with my english, I always score like A2 but this time I got a C6. I did quite well for my summary though it was my first time. 17/25. Ms Chew said usually sec 1 won't do well in summary. Hehe. Only got two A1s, that's D &amp;amp; T and Art. The others all B3 and B4. But I pass all subjects lar. Lucky. Must really start to work hard since SYF is over. I cannot afford to fail any subjects. Watch Wall.E, damn boring. Slept during literature, it was free period. Next week got post-exams activity. Boring. I wish I don't have to go to school. Aiyee, dunnoe what to write ler. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, enjoy this video. It's explains EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NTC4qkb8Ppk&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4319101385379828977?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4319101385379828977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-matter-who-make-her-purr-she-super.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4319101385379828977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4319101385379828977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-matter-who-make-her-purr-she-super.html' title='no matter who make her purr she&amp;#39;s a super star'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-599131777981598164</id><published>2009-05-21T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every girls dreams of herself in pearls</title><content type='html'>Today went UCC for rehearsal. It was a as a different stage. It's smaller, way smaller. Hate it lorr. So damn difficult to run and when i'm backstage waiting, no matter where I stand, the audience will see me. ZZZ. No choice larr. Then before we went in, me and Ellyne were like knocking Hazel and Pei Qin(Beijing 101)'s shield. Laugh like siao. While waiting to go to the stage, we went into a dressing room. I mean, I've never in my life step into a dressing room. The border of the mirrors got light derr lor. Damn nice. During rehearsal, the first time. I was like quite blur on stage. I forgotten some of my steps. Brain go rusty lerr. But the second time was better. I found a suitable place to put my props. Way much more convinient. Haish, nervous for tmr dance nite. What if things turn out &lt;b&gt;UGLY&lt;/b&gt;, then it would be like so damn embarassing. Morning, Mrs Ng ask all dancers to meet her at the side of the hall. Just because of that, I &lt;em&gt;tio&lt;/em&gt; 100% check. Farhan got caught for wearing a ring, then he got teased by Nas and Faiz that he got engaged. LOL. I pulled down my skirt until super low and socks super high. Lucky Mr Ho never catch me. Mr Ramzy saw my skirt lor. Then during History period, he was like saying Jianing about her skirt. So I couldn't resist but started laughing. And did you what he say?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Don't laugh. You also another one. Morning, I saw your skirt was like so low. Why is it so short now? Maybe next time I should tell Mr Ho about the both of you. Always pretend pretend ah? Don't think I don't know..&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he's kind enough not to tell, I'm a good girl and besides I'm not wearing mini skirt. But he said in a kind tone, and he was smiling. Hope he's not serious about it. If not I'll die. But if you really talk to him, you won't feel that he's that bad lar. He's quite friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped assembly. WHOOOHOO. I hate assembly. Was like taking the time to play my handphone games. Played Guitar Hero, Las Vegas Night and Date or Ditch. Slack. Hehe. Nothing much to say liao. Then when going home that time. Was like crapping with Ellyne, Daryl and Nicholas. They take blue tack go stick on 'Mdm Hia' name(chior noticeboard). Stick the 'M', then the name become 'dm Hia'. LOL. Sounds like 'Dem Hia'. Me and Ellyne was like laughing our asses off that time. And oh ya, on stage that tym, Hai never wear his pants properly. I felt like laughing but then cannot. I scared Mr Dandy think I siao one. Dance half way, can smile to herself one. LOL. Nothing much to write ler. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-599131777981598164?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/599131777981598164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-girls-dreams-of-herself-in-pearls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/599131777981598164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/599131777981598164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-girls-dreams-of-herself-in-pearls.html' title='every girls dreams of herself in pearls'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-749271355029456829</id><published>2009-05-19T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll never let another tear drop fall</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been "supermodel" today. LOL. Volunteered to be one, Farhanah and Ellyne also. Dress in our SYF costumes and put on make-up. (: Then when me and Farhanah going in to the Band room to take the pictures. Daryl, Nicholas and Heri use the mic on a 'crying' sound and off the lights. They wanted to scare us, but too bad. They failed to do so. HAHA. I knew where they were hiding. They say the pictures going to be put up on the school website. Yay. LOL. Got some of my results back, only one A1 which was D &amp;amp; T. ZZZ. 43/50. The others were just plain B3s and B4s. I'm worried about my maths. T.T Haish. Gtg watch 'Fighting Spiders' and '书包太重'. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-749271355029456829?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/749271355029456829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-never-let-another-tear-drop-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/749271355029456829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/749271355029456829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-never-let-another-tear-drop-fall.html' title='i&amp;#39;ll never let another tear drop fall'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-35275355041012939</id><published>2009-05-18T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been goin' crazy from the moment i met you</title><content type='html'>Just changed blog skin, I think the previous one is sweeter. Edit quite alot of things. Like text colours. ZZZ. My profile's like so damn lame. Nothing to write. Tagboard colour change also. Today marking day, tmr getting results I think. Scared. I wish all my subs get B3 above. My dad's going to kill me. Bored. Can't stand that leonard, everytym also want ask whether I have bf. ZZZ. Aiyee, go see cheat codes. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-35275355041012939?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/35275355041012939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-goin-crazy-from-moment-i-met-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/35275355041012939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/35275355041012939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-goin-crazy-from-moment-i-met-you.html' title='been goin&amp;#39; crazy from the moment i met you'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6349130623746528812</id><published>2009-05-17T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so untouched right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;23 Secrets about you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. do you drool? &lt;strong&gt;Yeaa, when I was a baby, growing teeth mah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what do you do behind closed doors? &lt;strong&gt;Dunnoe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. who do you think is hot? &lt;strong&gt;Babes?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOL. Jkjk. The sun, duhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. your current relationship status? &lt;strong&gt;None.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. do you think your crush like you back? &lt;strong&gt;I don't have a crush.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what is your current mood? &lt;strong&gt;Normal lorr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what color shirt are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what was the last thing you drank? &lt;strong&gt;Water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what are you looking at now? &lt;strong&gt;This question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. continue this. I wish/I hope &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;everything on m wishlist come true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. something you do a lot? &lt;strong&gt;Walking, breathing. Daily needs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. angry at anyone? &lt;strong&gt;Not sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. do you wanna see somebody right now? &lt;strong&gt;Who?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. name someone with the same birthday as you? &lt;strong&gt;My Brother. Jia Ming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. when was the last time you cried? &lt;strong&gt;14 april, backstage at UCC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. who do you think needs a slap right now? &lt;strong&gt;Nobody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. what's the first thing you notice about the opposite gender? &lt;strong&gt;Hmmm.. Short hair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. do you have a secret that a couple of your good friends are still in the dark of? &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. do you speak any other language? &lt;strong&gt;Tamil, Malay, Singlish, Japanese, Spanish, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what's your favorite smell? Hmmm.. What smell? &lt;strong&gt;Anything nice lorr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. describe your life in one word, what would it be? &lt;strong&gt;Hehe. &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;stupid&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. do you like the rain?&lt;strong&gt; Yeaa, &lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt; marr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you doing right now while doing this quiz?&lt;strong&gt; Typing, blinking my eyes, breathing, thinking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo liao, go find quiz to do. LOL. Anybody who want to do just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sg_VyIm-pdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pF50QXH3YnA/s1600-h/DSC02384.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336719140738475474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sg_VyIm-pdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pF50QXH3YnA/s320/DSC02384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this loose tee. Nice right? Expensive seh. $25, ZZZ. If it's cheaper, I would buy like 2 more. The shop owner told me, this kind of tee-shirt in korea now very popular. Haish, next tym go buy a white one. Hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooo, my mum cooking pasta later. Aglio Olio. (: -Drool- LOL. You think I really drool ah? Told you I only drool when I was a baby. Watched a documentry on Crop Circles. It's so damn awesome. I wish I could see a REAL ONE. I mean it's so nice and impossible. =X Maybe changing phone. Mum say my phone now still can sell at high price if 'tuo' then the price will go down soon.&lt;br /&gt;End my post here. Will update during mid-night if I could sneak out. (: And guess what? I found Mr Ramzy so called blog, well, I will not reveal the url. People privacy. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6349130623746528812?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6349130623746528812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-so-untouched-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6349130623746528812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6349130623746528812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-so-untouched-right-now.html' title='i feel so untouched right now'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sg_VyIm-pdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pF50QXH3YnA/s72-c/DSC02384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-5402451288629212335</id><published>2009-05-16T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one else is going to be around</title><content type='html'>Hola. ZZZ. Bored. Rachel was bothering me on MSN just now kept 'MUMU'ing me. Just got this music player. First song 'Untouched' by The Veronicas. =) Imeem only allow you to play 30 sec of song, so I guess I won't be using the music player available on Imeem. By the the playlist includes other songs like 'Bottle Pop', 'The Show', 'Sugar', 'Boom Boom Pow' and 'Poker Face'. =) I damn love the song bottle pop.&lt;br /&gt;No other website to go liao. I visited almost everybody blogs. ZZZ. The crazy dancers blog is so damn dead. The camp's cancelled due to the flu. And don't blame the pigs! LOL. Should I post some videos for entertainments? No special videos. Haha. Maybe I should go habboing, haven't been doing that for ages. OOOOO, got quiz to do. Really bo liao. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Real name: Ow Sin Yu&lt;br /&gt;2. Nick name: AhYu, Baby Yuyu(Both Ah Bel/Miao give derr), Super Girl&lt;br /&gt;3. star sign: Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;4. male or female: Female&lt;br /&gt;5. Primary school: Bukit Timah Primary School&lt;br /&gt;6. Secondary School: Greenridge Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;7. Poly/JC: Excuse me, I'm only Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hair color: Super dark brown&lt;br /&gt;9. Tall or short: Tall&lt;br /&gt;10. Loud or Quiet: LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;11. Sweats or jeans: Hmmmm...Dunnoe, skipped.&lt;br /&gt;12. Phone or Camera: Phone&lt;br /&gt;13. Health Freak: Nah..&lt;br /&gt;14. Drink or smoke: Taste wine, ice wine, whisky and beer before. But it tasted so bitter. It's not 'liang yao ku kou' kay?&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a crush on someone?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;16. Eat or drink: Both.&lt;br /&gt;17. Piercing: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;18. Tattoos: You have ah?&lt;br /&gt;19. Been in a airplane: Duhh..&lt;br /&gt;20. Been in a relationship: Not really a real one.&lt;br /&gt;21. Been in a car accident: DON'T CURSE!&lt;br /&gt;22. Been in a fist fight: Cannot really count, I spar with James.&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing: No&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friend: Jessica(kindergarden 1)&lt;br /&gt;25. First award: Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;26. First crush: Jeremy. Nursery every girl like him derr, so I ask him who he like and he said me! =D&lt;br /&gt;28: First vacation: Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;29. Last person you talked to: My brother, Ow Jia Ming.&lt;br /&gt;30. Last person you texted: Tan Jia Ning or Adeline if you perfer.&lt;br /&gt;31. Last person(s) you watched a movie with: Mum.&lt;br /&gt;32. Last food you ate: Mee Pok dry and Sweet Potato Soup serve Hot.&lt;br /&gt;33. Last movie you watched: Hotel for dogs.&lt;br /&gt;34. Last song you listened to: Untouched By The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;35. Last thing you bought: Neutrogena Wave&lt;br /&gt;36. Last person you hugged: Mum.&lt;br /&gt;37. Food: Too Much.&lt;br /&gt;38. Drinks: Yakult, Maple Tea, Green Tea, etc.&lt;br /&gt;39. Clothing: Hoodies, Printed Tee, etc.&lt;br /&gt;40. Books: Jacqueline Wilson, Rupa Gulab.&lt;br /&gt;41. Song: R &amp;amp; B soul, Hip-hop.&lt;br /&gt;42. Flower: Not into flowers.&lt;br /&gt;43. Colors: Sweet Pink, Bright Yellow, Black, White, etc.&lt;br /&gt;44. Movies: White Chick, Seed Of Chucky, Norbit, Hotel For Dogs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;45. Phrase: &lt;strong&gt;GET THE BALL ROLLING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Subjects: Science.&lt;br /&gt;47. [ ] Kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;48. [x] Celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;49. [x] Had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;50. [ ] Went over the minutes on your cell phone ???&lt;br /&gt;51. [ ] Someone questioned your sexual orientation ???&lt;br /&gt;52. [ ] Came out of the closet ???&lt;br /&gt;53. [ ] Gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;54. [ ] Had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;55. [x] Done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;56. [x] Broken a Promise&lt;br /&gt;57. [x] Hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;58. [x] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;59. [ ] Met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;60. [x] Pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;61. [x] Left the country&lt;br /&gt;62. [x] Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] Cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;64. [ ] Ran a mile ? how long is a mile ?&lt;br /&gt;65. [ ] Went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;66. [x] Stay single the whole year&lt;br /&gt;67. Eating: Apple&lt;br /&gt;68. Drinking: Yakult.&lt;br /&gt;69. I'm about to: Publish this post.&lt;br /&gt;70. Listening to: Untouched by The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;71. Plans for tomorrow: Dunnoe&lt;br /&gt;72. Waiting for: Christmas. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;73. Want kids?: NO! NO! NO! If my husband next time want kids, ask him go die ah! So pain I den don't want to give birth ah.&lt;br /&gt;74. Want to get married?: Hmmmm..Dunnoe.&lt;br /&gt;75. Career in mind: None.&lt;br /&gt;76. Lips or Eyes: ????&lt;br /&gt;77. Shorter or Taller: Taller&lt;br /&gt;78. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;79. Nice stomach or nice arms: Both&lt;br /&gt;80. Sensitive or loud: Dunnoe.&lt;br /&gt;81: Hook-up or Relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;82. Trouble-maker or hesitant: Dunnoe.&lt;br /&gt;83. Lost glasses/contacts: No&lt;br /&gt;84. Ran away from home: No&lt;br /&gt;85. Hold a gun/ knife for self defence: No.&lt;br /&gt;86. Killed somebody: Siao arr?&lt;br /&gt;87. Broken someone's heart: Yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;88. Been arrested: No.&lt;br /&gt;89. Cried when someone died: No.&lt;br /&gt;90. Yourself: Hmmmm..No idea.&lt;br /&gt;91. Miracles: Anything can happen&lt;br /&gt;92. Love at first sight: I guess it was just a major crush&lt;br /&gt;93. Heaven: yes&lt;br /&gt;94. Santa Claus: Orh..You mean the one at the shopping centre one ah? Chey that one, of course.&lt;br /&gt;95. Sex on the first date: Siao arr? I underage seh.&lt;br /&gt;96: Kiss on first date: No.&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?: My Mum.&lt;br /&gt;98. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;99. Do you believe in God?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;100. this is the 100th and the lastQuestion: Do you feel empty?: Empty? No Idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz is for bo liao people like me to do, so...Feel free to do it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-5402451288629212335?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/5402451288629212335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-one-else-is-going-to-be-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5402451288629212335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5402451288629212335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-one-else-is-going-to-be-around.html' title='no one else is going to be around'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4406727297134082586</id><published>2009-05-15T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not enough to say that i miss you</title><content type='html'>Moshi moshi. LOL. Exams finally over, worry about the results. You know when it comes to examinations, you won't stop worrying. ZZZ. Hai just called me ask me today got dance or not. Retarded question right? The paper states that the dance practice is next tuesday. Dance night 22 May. Haish. Sian. Will I be able to appear for the last part this time? SYF, I wasn't able, but Dance night...I have no idea. Good larr, this few day exams no nid to sit in the hall. Assembly always make me even more sleepy. Back to the normal timetable, hmmm.. Let's see who's lesson do I hate? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography - Lee cube seriously, I HATE HER. Don't know for what reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Skills - Mr Chia lessons boring lurr. -Sobs- Where's our interesting Ms Tay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this are the 2 I dislike. Btw, please all. Auto-relink hor. Or you can just leave it at guilty pleasure, it got a link here. Aiyeee, bored lar. Should go tag other people bloggies. (:&lt;br /&gt;And check out this video. I really don't want to blame the pigs anymore. They are so CUTE!&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XLlACrhLDE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=" width="400" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4406727297134082586?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4406727297134082586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-not-enough-to-say-that-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4406727297134082586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4406727297134082586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-not-enough-to-say-that-i-miss-you.html' title='it&amp;#39;s not enough to say that i miss you'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-506118629332081631</id><published>2009-05-10T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the geek in the pink take a stab</title><content type='html'>Change my blog url and skin. =D Suddenly in love with sweets, chocolates and candy. Weird me. Will be changing another skin soon. Not really satisfied with this skin. Got lots of goodies from happyy-stop. Useful. My IE cannot view favicon. ZZZ. Haish. Chatting with Yuri on MSN, she went same international school as Jee Eon. Rich lar they. International school can dye hair and have whatever hairstyle you want. They not strict one. Tmr scheduled outrage at 2am. Bought 'Wave', the Vanessa Anne Hudgens advertise derr. Quite good lar. But must waste money buy the refills. End here. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-506118629332081631?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/506118629332081631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-geek-in-pink-take-stab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/506118629332081631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/506118629332081631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-geek-in-pink-take-stab.html' title='let the geek in the pink take a stab'/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4460088853211450183</id><published>2009-05-03T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2.35am in the morning right now. I swear. Can't sleep, thunders kept flashing like camera flashes. ZZZ. My brother can't sleep too. We sneek out play com. Seriously, MYE coming, no time play computer. So take this oppurtunity to blog. So bored. Going to download song. And Jianing and Qingwen, do that somemore and I will delete your tag. Btw, Priscilla, thanks for tagging. Oh ya, watch some movies. Damn nice derr. 'Seed of Chucky' is a damn awesome show, made me cried. Lazy to plug in my USB cable, no pics for today. Come on, it's 2.35am in THE MORNING! Comfirm have bags under my eyes. LOL. Little miss PANDA. End here. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4460088853211450183?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4460088853211450183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4460088853211450183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4460088853211450183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4242512873214226377</id><published>2009-04-25T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn bored right now. Seriously don't know what to do. Yesterday got speech day. Performed the SYF piece, I don't how good or bad was the performance. But Mrs Ng it was HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE AND VEGETABLE, mainly because many people drop their props. ZZZ. Must ask those who were watching lorr. Before the performance, Mrs Ng came in and ask say who want extra muffin. I took it. It was so damn delicious. She say she will teach us for home econ. (: Dinner was awful, so damn feel like -VOMIT- , I sat together with Ellyne, PeiQin AKA BEIJING 101, Hazel and Hai. Funny lar, made me laugh. Not complaining, but how come senior eat inside dance studio, junior cannot. Unfair. Nvm, life's like this. And I hate r_ _ _ _ _    p_ _ _ !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4242512873214226377?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4242512873214226377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-bored-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4242512873214226377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4242512873214226377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-bored-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-1622171211313781940</id><published>2009-04-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SesEi1cmTtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ju1xbuGMGhw/s1600-h/DSC02214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326355980804837074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SesEi1cmTtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ju1xbuGMGhw/s320/DSC02214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SesEI0EjZLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RomOTsvGh3k/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326355533758948530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SesEI0EjZLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/RomOTsvGh3k/s320/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. ZZZ. I really don't what to start my post. Yoyo is too yesterday, so I think Hey still okay lurr. Haha. Want to change my blogskin siaa, lazy. Cannot find a nice one too. -sigh- Oh yah, so damn happy going to the CATS Musical on wednesday but sian larr, afternoon need stay back for art remedial. NO LUNCH SOMEMORE! Haish. BOREDBOREDBORED! Aiyeee, finally got pics today also. Haha. Stupid Qingwen lar, say what BOOOO! No pics. I punch you then you know. LOL. And Yi Hui, never leave me a link to your blog. ZZZ. Nvm. Bye, I go see blogskin liao. Bye. (: Btw, why I say bye so many times ah? LOL. Kaykay. ZAI JIAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-1622171211313781940?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/1622171211313781940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1622171211313781940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1622171211313781940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SesEi1cmTtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ju1xbuGMGhw/s72-c/DSC02214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8028681459571321428</id><published>2009-04-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyhey. Bet you want to know the SYF results bah. We got GOLD! Haha. I was expecting gold with honours, see under my cravings. Somemore I thought it was a good show. Got to know it the other day yesterday already. Called Mrs Ng then she told me the good news. (: I'm not that sad anymore like that day. Don't worry. I thought I late mah, so I cry lorr. Felt so embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D &amp;amp; T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her so much, why does she have to do that. It's not like I offended her. I drill hole half-way, go shift my work piece. Idiot lor she. 100% IDIOT! I DAMN DAMN HATE HER! She think she very good, she SAI AH! @#@#$%$%! Mr Chong kept 'AHA!' ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I cooled down. But I'm still angry with her kay. Wanna give her that middle section punch on her chest make sure she faint. Or turning back hook, make sure she fly away. Urgh. Then Naomi ask us line up get ready for art so that later won't so ma fan. Well, I seriously think she abit kia su, Mr Lee haven't even come yet then ask us walk liao. Then walkwalkwalk, saw Mr Lee, told him we line up liao. But actually quite good lar, if not later he shout again. Other class thought 1E3 very jia lat class. ZZZ. 1E3 now got super bad reputation liao, just because of that bully case. Haish. In cyber lab, sat with Jianing, the &lt;strong&gt;jia liao be!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Done the final assignment. Next week got art remedial at 2.15pm, sian. No lunch again siaa. Need to starve. Always like that. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do summary. Damn difficult. I seriously need to learn how to shorten sentences into my OWN WORDS. More and more people trying to control the class like me by shouting. Too bad they don't have my voice. They need to practice their VOCALS! Haha! So currently my voice still  the loudest lar. NG ZHENGYANG AKA BELLY DANCER heavy enough to step the correction tape. Made me laugh like siao. The whole thing flat siaa. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FTCT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tay came in. Talk to us about the camp. Then later got this OKTO programme say we gonna be on TV. Woah, my first time! (: End here. No pics today. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8028681459571321428?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8028681459571321428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/heyhey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8028681459571321428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8028681459571321428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-2809464824054605047</id><published>2009-04-14T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SeSi_JS_keI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HWtPWVfryl0/s1600-h/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324559865169809890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SeSi_JS_keI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HWtPWVfryl0/s320/DSC02162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today went SYF, it was great except for the last part. Me and Ellyne couldn't make it in time. Some idiots took our props. So we did not went on stage, then I was like crying back stage. But Mr Dandy said it was a good show, lucky. I'm guessing it will be Gold with Honours. (: Getting late post another day. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-2809464824054605047?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/2809464824054605047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-went-syf-it-was-great-except-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2809464824054605047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/2809464824054605047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-went-syf-it-was-great-except-for.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SeSi_JS_keI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HWtPWVfryl0/s72-c/DSC02162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4936666995176622572</id><published>2009-04-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hihi. Just bored, had dinner just now, delicious de sting ray and sambal kang kong, after tat had sweet potato. Not much happen today. I'm just worried about the SYF, I REALLY WISH CAN GET GOLD WITH HONOURS. I know all dancers are trying their very best, some can't get the right timing, but nobody in this world is perfect. As long as we know we have been working hard, we know what we deserve to achieve. I'm super bored, urghs. Maybe shld go and download hp games. And 1e3ians, you know that tym Ms Tay show us the ping pong video. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7d7001493c8c7ce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlUrD20ib5K6XjEk2KFihZBX3QxqqbP3Xp6-dilXO6BEA6-QI_UBk6o1HZrJqywiFTf_dCL3Y01ZdzpyFzIIBIdeaigf3nomoh-yjvJHWSWmbXDddSKNu_iiYcSAv5mTd862j00BmolJb-D6xk0O_NSe5WxaUAy3iSmTrgf-T5OvrVBpN1EJ6YOttOpzKZxzZBqc-hFNFPOLwp-SqiSQrh8W%26sigh%3D2H84Q1CYMRaIrIzKry_0UgXDNVM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7d7001493c8c7ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DP-Mj1_T4-KQ3iMOvH3ve89cP23Y&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlUrD20ib5K6XjEk2KFihZBX3QxqqbP3Xp6-dilXO6BEA6-QI_UBk6o1HZrJqywiFTf_dCL3Y01ZdzpyFzIIBIdeaigf3nomoh-yjvJHWSWmbXDddSKNu_iiYcSAv5mTd862j00BmolJb-D6xk0O_NSe5WxaUAy3iSmTrgf-T5OvrVBpN1EJ6YOttOpzKZxzZBqc-hFNFPOLwp-SqiSQrh8W%26sigh%3D2H84Q1CYMRaIrIzKry_0UgXDNVM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7d7001493c8c7ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DP-Mj1_T4-KQ3iMOvH3ve89cP23Y&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bo liao lar. 3 days away from SYF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4936666995176622572?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a7d7001493c8c7ce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4936666995176622572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/hihi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4936666995176622572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4936666995176622572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-367108595624436456</id><published>2009-04-09T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, your super girl is &lt;strong&gt;SICK,&lt;/strong&gt; and she's afraid she cannot go for SYF, i mean every dancer will be afraid of that because all their hard work will go to &lt;strong&gt;WASTE&lt;/strong&gt;! Well I'm better now, just throat alittle painful. Chatting with Leonard aka ASSHOLE on msn, keep commenting on my picture on the left siaa. Btw, while I was sick, I became Mrs Ng &lt;em&gt;GUINEA PIG&lt;/em&gt; for the SYF piece, keep editing my make up. Then when I want to wash off, I didn't know it was waterproof. So I apply lot of water then I keep rubbing, until the whole black thing on half of my face. I looked like a total FREAK! Then later ask went down, dancers all at hall liao. I need to cover my face while I was walking, hand damn tiring sey. Reach told Mrs Ng about everything, then that stupid Daryl and Nicholas keep forcing me to take down let them see, I then don't want, they comfirm laugh at me one. After that wash up finally can put down hand liao. Now change LS teacher liao, HATE IT MAN! What Mr Albert Chia, he so damn horny, I miss Ms Tay as 1e3 LS teacher. Why change? Because of that stupid bully case or what siaa. Saw Qingwen blog post "Just hope that Sinyu recover faster.", so kind of her. You are the best, Qingwen! That tym I sick, so less seniors care about me, except for Rachel, she is most kind one lorr. I felt like crying that tym cus I scared I cannot recover then cannot go SYF. She's like "You don't dance, just rest kay? Don't cry.", I wanted to thank her that tym but I didn't cause my voice was like so damn obviously I was going to cry. Haish, let's see how many days are we away from SYF? 5 days. I so damn scared. Going UCC on sunday, practice. By right monday, Qingwen say want go trick Mr Lee during art lesson, say " We don't want go SYF." LOL. See what's he respond. But then now I don't want, I really sick now really cannot go SYF then DIE AH! Tuesday before SYF, dancers end lessons 11.15am go dance studio, let's see, who's lesson will I miss. WAAAAAAAA! It's MR RAMZY LESSON!! WHOOOHOOO!! AND MR CHONG LESSON!!! HOOOOORAY!!! Still have to take chinese, maths and smart. Boring derr, lucky can miss Mr Ramzy lesson. (: So much things are happening around me, can't remember so much. I'm so tired, gtg. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinyu - Tricia: Relinked &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinyu - Rachel Chua: Thanks for tagging. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinyu - Qingwen: Ps. Typo error. Change liao. It's Ms Tay. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SinYu - Priscilla: Hey Pris, of course I still remember you. GSS still using the old class list, saw your name on it everytime. (: Thanks for tagging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-367108595624436456?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/367108595624436456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/gosh-your-super-girl-is-sick-and-shes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/367108595624436456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/367108595624436456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/gosh-your-super-girl-is-sick-and-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6440781163634367874</id><published>2009-04-03T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey came back from dance, quite good mood cus I'm not kicked out of SYF, WHOOOOHOOOO! Tuesday morning have to perform, nid go school 6.15am, then perform at about 7.40am plus, I super scared siaa. Some part change, I scared I no time to rush to my next step. =( But just told Qingwen and Tricia a better idea, so that we won't so rush. =) Have been practicing damn lot since I have the SYF song in my handphone liao. I seriously cannot malu on stage if not everybody will start blaming me. 12 April going UCC, practice again. 1 hour $750 as mentioned in previous post. Haish, no pics to post recently, really busy with dance. SYF SO NEAR! And oh yah, that day Art lesson while Mr Lee was on MC, Mr Dai came and take over, ask us DRAW HORSE! LOL! UPSIDEDOWN SOMEMORE! Lucky got another pic of horse for us to refer. NO TRACING. So I just draw draw lor. Then that Mr Dai also got draw mah, but on the board also UPSIDEDOWN. We think like if erase very wasteful so we did not erase. After that is Lifeskilll, Ms Tay was on MC too, (how come so many teacher sick ah?) ZZZ. Went to the arts hub, and there's this tcher a male, forget what's his name siaa. Talk to us about Boy Girl Relationship, and sex. Was like chit chatting with Jianing and Jannah. It's like we heard about talks on BGR long time ago liao. Think we still baby meh? They talk until now I won't go "EEEEE.." liao. LOL. After recess, came back, Mr Malik walk to our class then saw the picture of the horsy on the board! LOL! I want laugh but he very serious. So try control lor. Later he asked, "You think this is funny?", "Who drew this?". Everybody stunned, then we say Mr Dai draw one for art lesson. Blahblahblah. In the end, he just walked out lor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found something quite interesting on Qingwen blog. Wanna try leh. Hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;TYPE YOUR NAME WITH YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fingers: SinYu(:&lt;br /&gt;2. Chin: &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;nbh&lt;strong&gt;yu&lt;/strong&gt;jh&lt;br /&gt;3. One finger, eyes closed: &lt;strong&gt;sinyu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Elbow: &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;xk&lt;strong&gt;in &lt;/strong&gt;yhuhj&lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nose: &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;w9&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;h&lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;67u&lt;br /&gt;6. Palm: &lt;strong&gt;si&lt;/strong&gt;o&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;mj&lt;strong&gt;yu&lt;/strong&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Anybody who want to try that, go ahead. (:&lt;br /&gt;End my post here, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6440781163634367874?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6440781163634367874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-came-back-from-dance-quite-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6440781163634367874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6440781163634367874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-came-back-from-dance-quite-good.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6886936331847342903</id><published>2009-04-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today dance practice was HORRIBLE! 14 dancers were left to dance to spot those who spoil the dance, 4 were spotted. The 4 will be 'PLEASE' out of SYF by Mr Dandy. I really hope i'm not one of them. I have to dance SYF, I MUST DANCE SYF! I DON'T CARE! It's the first time I'm going for SYF, but I believe I can do it. GOLD WITH HONOURS, what's so difficult? Auntie Hoo Sheau Farn told me this, "work really hard now (so that you are true to yourself).  Then  on the big day, forget everything - forget about being the best, forget about the Gold with Honours, forget about what your teachers want, what your school wants. It's no longer important then.  Just, go out there, break a leg and enjoy yourself.  It's a one in a lifetime experience and something to remember some years down the road." Well, what she said was somehow true, but I cannot forget about GOLD WITH HONOURS! Tmr's the day, I promise to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: Hi Belbel, thanks for your taggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline(JiaNing): No time do your quiz lar. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellyne: Hi Ellyne, you no blog ah? If have leave me a link. (: And tmr's the big day, GOOD LUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-6886936331847342903?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/6886936331847342903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-dance-practice-was-horrible-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6886936331847342903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/6886936331847342903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-dance-practice-was-horrible-14.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-8061707430856355592</id><published>2009-04-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all, HAPPY APRIL FOOL! No time to post, will reply all you tags asap. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-8061707430856355592?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/8061707430856355592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-all-happy-april-fool-no-time-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8061707430856355592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/8061707430856355592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-all-happy-april-fool-no-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-3037342409031851960</id><published>2009-03-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, long time since I post. LOL. Dead enough. Now Dr. Ow trying to save it. (: P3 concert on wednesday was fine, except the part that I fell on stage. Costume SEROUSLY too slippery liao. Fell on my butt then when thursday go dance butt damn pain! I think got blue-black. =X Then I go around telling people my buttock pain. LOL. Oh yah, and that day P3 concert, Daryl hair damn FUNNY! Like dragonball! I laugh like siao that tym. Just now go Woodlands Stadium, damn hot. Lucky, I no nid run, that tym sports heat, I purposely run slowly. =X So that won't be qualified. Smart right? Actually, I also don't have that kind of stamina lar. 400m LEH! How to run??!?! ONE WHOLE ROUND YOU KNOW NOT 100m LEH! Dunno why today no 4 x 400m relay, if not I DIE AH! It's the same as RUNNING 400m right? ZZZ. Tmr got dance, 9.30pm to 12.30pm. And yesterday busker, read poem. Lucky don't have much audience, I have alittle bit of stage fright derr. I remember last year "BTPS Kool", Me and Zoey sang 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift on stage. I knew I remember the lyrics but I forgotten it on stage. DAMN PS. I think there's only 8 audience at busker's corner yesterday including the teachers and those who were standing at the corner. Hehe. Thank you so much. Qingwen, Tricia and Safura sit most infront one. LOL. Then Zou Lao Shi and Ms Haley Quek sit at the corner. Mr Lee stand at another corner. Pei Qin and Hazel stand behind the corner. Caculation correct right? 8 person. LOL. Never go assembly then cause we sitting down mah. Then I take Ms Haley iphone play. Got code then I trytrytry also cannot, whenever you try wrong then the phone will vibrate very FUN LEH! This is what happen.&lt;br /&gt;-ANYHOWPRESSPRESSPRESSPRESS-&lt;br /&gt;WRONG CODE!&lt;br /&gt;-VIBRATES-&lt;br /&gt;Repeat alot of time then they say, please try again after 1 min. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the poem I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dance for the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance even when I feel pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance knowing there's something to gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dance for the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance for everyone to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dance for the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance as the sun shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance hoping you will be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dance for the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance with words to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dance for the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance even when you leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dance and still believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dance for the love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. (: And Jia Ning, I want to learn how to use the lips as a whistle, hope you can teach me.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! Wait! Qingwen tag me to do a survey. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm another day do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-3037342409031851960?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/3037342409031851960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-long-time-since-i-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3037342409031851960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3037342409031851960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-long-time-since-i-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-1390077722382127310</id><published>2009-03-23T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for late update. I know the dance camp is on friday, but I seriously got no time to post. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceQql2a4eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZdLiTO3-9XA/s1600-h/DSC01893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316376946523431394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceQql2a4eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZdLiTO3-9XA/s320/DSC01893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reach there, we found this spot then settle down, got nice sea view lar. Lunch time, we sat there and eat. (: Then Mr Lee use Nonoi camera take pictures of everybody. Go her blog see those pic lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nonoi-kickasses.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.nonoi-kickasses.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceK55zkReI/AAAAAAAAAGA/k2hN2gplR1A/s1600-h/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316370612508444130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceK55zkReI/AAAAAAAAAGA/k2hN2gplR1A/s320/DSC01894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this competition, using your leg to dig the sand. LOL. Arthi won which me like ZZZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceK5pcNUAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5FIm_0MRoVA/s1600-h/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316370608115503106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceK5pcNUAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5FIm_0MRoVA/s320/DSC01895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put flour on my face, "nice" right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceK5Wig31I/AAAAAAAAAFw/M1R-oPtIxA4/s1600-h/DSC01903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316370603041677138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceK5Wig31I/AAAAAAAAAFw/M1R-oPtIxA4/s320/DSC01903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in the bus while going back to school. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceK4wvCQxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yTCUQ-7YmIY/s1600-h/DSC01949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316370592893649682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceK4wvCQxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yTCUQ-7YmIY/s320/DSC01949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get to try the costume today, nice right? It look like long skirt but it's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceVwc_JkoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XYz1JxzU4Sk/s1600-h/DSC01945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316382544781480578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceVwc_JkoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XYz1JxzU4Sk/s320/DSC01945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then before that was spraying the shield, gold colour. We only manage to spray 8 shields. There were only 4 spray cans. Atiqah help me spray mine. (: Btw, the spray can very smelly siaa. Must cover the nose one.&lt;br /&gt;Today post more of the pictures lar, end here. No time post. Going to sleep liao, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-1390077722382127310?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/1390077722382127310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-for-late-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1390077722382127310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/1390077722382127310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-for-late-update.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SceQql2a4eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZdLiTO3-9XA/s72-c/DSC01893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4604462309717542532</id><published>2009-03-18T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bet you want to see those pictures taken yesterday right? Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb199KugI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0KkFLmgL8hM/s1600-h/DSC01879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314418911763675650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb199KugI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0KkFLmgL8hM/s320/DSC01879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not like what Mdm Heng say, it's quite small, even smaller than the ISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb199KugI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0KkFLmgL8hM/s1600-h/DSC01879.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb2scsJJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZklUcta-dFU/s1600-h/DSC01887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314418924243920018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb2scsJJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZklUcta-dFU/s320/DSC01887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at UCC, having dinner. Chicken rice, nth much. Then the teacher go eat good food at the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb2VnI-oI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1rJ0hvzw4gY/s1600-h/DSC01884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314418918113737346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb2VnI-oI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1rJ0hvzw4gY/s320/DSC01884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see the four teachers? Ms ZouYan, Mr Lee, Mr Dandy and Mdm Selletha(Spelling?)&lt;br /&gt;Then take half-way, I think Mr Dandy notice. So I quickly keep my phone. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb3HJW-4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Qx7EwJ0nguc/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314418931410598786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb3HJW-4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Qx7EwJ0nguc/s320/DSC01892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach school at about 8.36pm. Then Daryl and Nicholas thought they saw a head in the dark dark area. But it turns out to be a KITTEN. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Practice at the new hall, the backstage super small, like nothing one. LOL. Very hot lor, practice until everybody sweating like siao. Something rong with the sound system, then dance with no music. But in the end, they fixed the problem. Go bus the most funny one, cus I sit 2nd row with Qingwen mah, then that Daryl also. He keep disturbing Zou Lao Shi, make me laugh. Later, I don't know what they say lar, then Nicholas go say Zou Lao Shi Chant and Pray, after that say he pray to the WALL. In chinese lar. I LAUGH UNTIL STOMACH PAIN lor! Reach UCC, I go refill my water bottle, then they also there. Daryl keep on 'sinyusinyusinyusinyusinyusinyusinyu', then that Nicholas thought he say what 'sinisinisini' which means 'here' in malay. Then they started calling me 'Sini'. ZZZ. Crazy one. So I change Daryl name to 'DA PIAN', 'shit' in chinese. But he dun care. When he finish refilling the water bottle, he just walk away. After that is Nicholas turn, he annoyed me so I say "You want to be Da Pian number 2 is it?" then he go say "Then you Da Pian number 3 lar." I was like "You idiot!" inside my head lor. When like 6.47pm ask us to sit down according to sec 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. Got this lady count count count. Mr Lee give out 'P3'(Pride, Passion, Perfect NOT PRIMARY 3 AH. ZZZ.) invitations. Me and Teresa act crazy go 'hmmmhmmmhmmm'. LOL. Not long after that went into the stage there. Walao eh, super dark leh. Can barely see a thing. But very big lar. Mr Dandy tell us where to position and everything. Then go home liao. In bus, cus Zou Lao Shi english not that good, then that tym she also got mixed up on the Dance Camp date, she go "The Dance Camp on sat(sad) day, no I mean friday." The Daryl go tell her, "Zou Lao Shi, SAD DAY.", then we all laugh laugh laugh. Then Zou Lao Shi super angry tell Daryl not to talk to her next tym. So I told Daryl, "Eh, you very bad leh. You are the WORST student councillor in Greenridge Secondary School.", he go tell Zou Lao Shi, "You are not the only one who said it now...". Later, he on his hp, keep playing the Cat sound that goes " MEOW!", super loud. Everybody around him laugh. Then he go say that Nicholas, "Nicholas, stop your hp that meowmeow thing lar. I know is you." I forget what happen after that. When reaching that tym, the bus light on, is GREEN colour one. Then that tym we were talking about cats. He go say he green cat, he stand up make a stupid face. LOL. Then go in school art room, put our shields down. Go home, was like alittle hungry, so I ate the bread with butter then drink the maple tea, my dad's friend bought from canada. Not sweet one, so I add 3 spoonful of sugar. Hehe. (: Today nth much happen, tmr got Dance. Friday, DANCE CAMP!! WHOOOOOO! End post here. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4604462309717542532?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4604462309717542532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/bet-you-want-to-see-those-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4604462309717542532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4604462309717542532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/bet-you-want-to-see-those-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/ScCb199KugI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0KkFLmgL8hM/s72-c/DSC01879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-3126190947442997385</id><published>2009-03-17T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:22.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In like 1 hour and 30 mins time must reach school alr. Dance practice. (: Glad that I can finally go new hall, see see this, see see that. LOL. Really bored now. Just ate lunch, or was it breakfast? Maybe Breakfast + Lunch. =X I don't really eat breakfast, woke up at nine today but the room very cooling so lazy to wake, in the end woke up at 11. Zoey asking me to help her design blogskin for her class, gotto get busy. Short post for today. (:&lt;br /&gt;And oh, that Qing Wen ah. Put my name under those who need to do the survey. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ow Sin Yu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course! Not many people have it you know? O.0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever kiss a boy in your life before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You stupid is it? Ask stupid question. Of course...NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who is very close to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The person who tag me to this survey, and all those under my ' She loves' on the left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody. I don't to mention names, don't want to offend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's your CCA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance Club. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like your CCA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if you are blind or not, did you even read my PROFILE ON THE LEFT???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have any intention of going out with your friends during the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe? If I have tym lor. But actually, i'm quite busy. So the answer is half no half yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like any like/love any boy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope. Honest answer kay. Girls in my class should noe why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If your answer is yes for question 9, state his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-NA-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you ever beat any boys before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh huh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If the answer for question 11 is yes, please state who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does pinching count? Cause I pinch Leonard all the time, when he pull my hair. I Pinch Pen Hsuan also. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 person who need to do this survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Rachel Chua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Rachelle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Serena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Venessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Adeline (Jia Ning)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad luck, you kena chosen by me. (: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-3126190947442997385?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/3126190947442997385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-like-1-hour-and-30-mins-time-must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3126190947442997385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3126190947442997385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-like-1-hour-and-30-mins-time-must.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-4509245143642353439</id><published>2009-03-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise you the pictures taken at the bio lab right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sb5XUldPncI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1f_XmJA0PEo/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313780621507534274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sb5XUldPncI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1f_XmJA0PEo/s320/DSC01794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is test tube A and B mixed with benedict's solution. They were blue at first but one change colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sb5XT52tXyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cozszZdv3xI/s1600-h/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313780609803181858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sb5XT52tXyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cozszZdv3xI/s320/DSC01793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heating. (:&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went my grandmother house, the floor damn STICKY siaa like you standing tape like that. Finish chinese homework liao. Left science and history. (: Haish tmr got dance practice, at new hall then go UCC. Abit sian, long hours. From afternoon &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.30pm to 9.00pm&lt;/span&gt; leh, wait let me count how many hours first. =X&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 30 min. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 HOURS 30 MINS &lt;/span&gt;leh!! Waapiang eh, by the tym I reach home become ROTI PRATA already ah! But in bus can sleep mah, hehe. ZZZ. (: And with my crazy friends, I don't think I will be that exhausted. It's 10pm already, still don't feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;My name is &lt;strong&gt;Ow &lt;/strong&gt;Sin Yu, &lt;strong&gt;OW + L = OWL&lt;/strong&gt; and an &lt;strong&gt;OWL &lt;/strong&gt;is nocturnal. LOL. I realised that long ago liao. (: Suddenly feel like watching 'Freedom Writers' DVD now leh, it's really an awesome show. It's a die, die must watch show lorr. Under my 'Best Shows' list. Oh by the way, wanna know what are my favourite shows?&lt;br /&gt;1. White Chicks (Comedy)&lt;br /&gt;2. Norbit(Comedy)&lt;br /&gt;3. When A Stranger Calls(Thriller)&lt;br /&gt;4. Prom Night(Thriller)&lt;br /&gt;5. Joshua(Horror)&lt;br /&gt;6. RV(Comedy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I miss out some, but will update asap. Com laggy. ZZZ. End my post here. Bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-4509245143642353439?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/4509245143642353439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-promise-you-pictures-taken-at-bio-lab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4509245143642353439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/4509245143642353439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-promise-you-pictures-taken-at-bio-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/Sb5XUldPncI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1f_XmJA0PEo/s72-c/DSC01794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-5135098719851204101</id><published>2009-03-15T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me continue my post from the other day, I not done you know. LOL. Okay, here goes. That friday went Bio Lab, i'm with Jannah doing the experiment, then we see the chemical change colour, the way the water boil so nice so we were like wanting to take out handphone to take pic but then Ms Kuah around so cannot. But I took the risk to take the pics of the beaker and test tubes. Lazy to plug in my USB cable, upload next post kay? Then at Dance, we doing one of the part. I was like holding my red cloth then that Hai go and sit on it, then when I want to pull it up, the whole cloth fly and hit Atiqah. LOL. No choice but to continue my step. I was like OMG lorr. I that time very scared and at the same time want to laugh but cannot laugh. That's about it for that day. Tomorrow going to my grandma house. It's the most boring place I tell you. All you do is sit down on the sofa and do nothing. All you will be waiting for is DINNER. What's more, it's hot and no aircon somemore. You will sweat like siao, I tell you. Urghs. Nvm. Tell you which homework I finish alr. Maths and Geography. Took hours. Science I do abit only. Still got history and chinese to finish. Life sucks. So tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-5135098719851204101?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/5135098719851204101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-continue-my-post-from-other-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5135098719851204101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/5135098719851204101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-continue-my-post-from-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-3907945452738445390</id><published>2009-03-13T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SbpKzq40zUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uBokXYdjwUk/s1600-h/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312640961983335746" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SbpKzq40zUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uBokXYdjwUk/s320/DSC01804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back from dance, today practice was way much much more better, Mr Dandy never shout at us today. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I got my energy back, the pass few practices, dunnoe why no energy, I was like forcing it out but it just won't come out. Today it came back, weird right? Haish, holiday homework is like almost all subjects lor. Kay, there's history, geography, mathematics, physics, chemistry. Lucky english don't have. Finally can have a good rest now, tuesday got dance practice, go school new hall to practice, WHOOHOO. Then 5.30pm got one bus will come fetch us to UCC, the stage there is the ACTUAL STAGE that we are going to perform. Don't mistaken, it's only a rehersal. School paid $750 per hour to book the stage. Actually, I must say the school really pay alot. See ah, the shield 1 is $7 alr, the red cloth and wooden stick also very expensive derr. So Mdm Heng say our dinner at UCC not going to pay for us liao, cus too much money used. Then friday, going to have Dance Camp at West Coast park, picnic. (: Lucky that Arthi not going. She's super duper super duperly annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I REALLY WISH TO ACHIEVE &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IN SYF! I REALLY WANT TO. IF THE DANCERS ACHIEVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WILL BE SUPER DUPER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's under my wishlist alr, and it had to be STRIKE OFF! IT MUST BE STRIKE OFF! From today onwards, I promise to work hard, my energy is back. MUST BEAT ALL THE OTHER SCHOOLS! I DON'T CARE!&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060959825603827278-3907945452738445390?l=strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/feeds/3907945452738445390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-back-from-dance-today-practice-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3907945452738445390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060959825603827278/posts/default/3907945452738445390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberry--avalanche.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-back-from-dance-today-practice-was.html' title=''/><author><name>SinYu :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12493953398763325190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DmtN5pAv_MI/SbpKzq40zUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uBokXYdjwUk/s72-c/DSC01804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060959825603827278.post-6580977792340180618</id><published>2009-03-12T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:08:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just now went dance, then Mr Dandy teach new steps but then when we do the whole item, some people never run instead they just walk. Then Mr Dandy damn angry. Never go busker's, I tot Qiara incharge but then they never practice so no show. Then Mr Lee super angry want punish us. ZZZ. Of course, I scared larr, but he never come in, lucky. Just finish my LITERATURE homework, need find meanings of 18 words. Hehe, finish it in half an hour time. Sian arhh, tmr got "D &amp;amp; T", Jian Kai say it stands for ..... &amp;amp; ......., you don't want to know. LOL. And morning he do the 'RETARDED FACE' damn FUNNY! Then he go spit saliva at Qing Wen, spit until me leh! Walao! Tmr get report book liao, lost my primary school one in this Greenridge, haish. Lucky tmr no sport heat, if not nid run what 400m C girls and 4 x 400m C girls. Very tiring one. Now doing biology homework. Need finish the whole worksheet then tmr go bio lab do practical, i'm partner with Jannah. (:&lt;br /&gt;Change blogskin and url alr, nice right? I done some edits to it. Bio worksheet question 19 very troublesome lehh. Nid write this and that. Haha, today all 1Es went swimming except for the DANCERS, so me and Qingwen nv go. Guess what I wrote bio worksheet question 19?&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Odd One Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which word does not belong to each group? State the reason for your choice.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;e) Stomach, Small Intestine, Large Intestine&lt;br /&gt;Stomach is the odd one out. It's not an intestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Btw, my dad b'dae today. Wanna wish him Happy Birthday, but he's overseas. Haish. 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