<?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-9887235</id><updated>2011-09-03T21:39:36.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drip-Drop</title><subtitle type='html'>Im Like Dripping Droplets,
Not Knowing Where I Going,
Just Following My Path,
Even Though Its Rather Tough.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113596901224291179</id><published>2005-12-30T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:56:52.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple hairstyles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After wasting 15k cash. i finally got a nice hairstyle. the first time i changed my hair i went with jaratt to the salon and it lasted a day or less. second one i went with ws and larry and lasted about 4 days? people kept calling me "ah ma". today i went with mx and i got the hair that i wantedddddddd (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/hairstyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/hairstyle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113596901224291179?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113596901224291179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113596901224291179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113596901224291179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113596901224291179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/maple-hairstyles.html' title='Maple hairstyles'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113579508649489743</id><published>2005-12-28T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T10:38:06.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Slept at 4am+ wake up at 10.30+am. 6hrs of sleep is not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;today went to cut hair. and so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it seems everyone who cuts their hair in a cheap salon shop will say "eeeeeee. my hair not nice, look like shit". ( in my case ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUT if you go to an expensive salon and spent $100+ on a haircut plus whatever you like, you would most likely say " i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but in the end everyone will say "never mind, it will grow back later".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;am i riiighhhhhhht?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113579508649489743?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113579508649489743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113579508649489743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113579508649489743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113579508649489743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/hair-cut.html' title='Hair cut'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113571340537612779</id><published>2005-12-27T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:56:45.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;some sentences copied from another blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh.. so went with mx, yanjing, jasper to jurong point. i thought i was late so i rushrushrush. I WAS THE FIRST ONE THERE AT 12.30PM! the rest of the people all late. then mx arrived gave me some unknown present. then jasper came. so i called yj.. she say she on the bus here. so we went to buy tickets. lol.. omg.. the movie ticket dam expensive leh..$9.50 ? Public Holiday!!? LOL.. and i think i paid them all..then after that yj and me pangseh them.. we run to the shop and see how much is the present. $10.90 for that piggy bank. then yj say she hungry liao, so went to KFC and eat. i so good company her eat $2.55 shrooms burger meal. i eating the burger halfway someone come disturb us. then we keep staring at the poster and pretend didnt see them. kaobei sia.. that mx took photo of me eating. after that i got no appitite to eat. quoted from his blog "LOL.. look so damn like auntie lor..like those old old experienced teachers xD". KAOBEI SIA. SAY I LOOK LIKE AUNTIE. then yj help me use her hp take their photo back. then she bluetooth to me. after that we went to cinema... i thought they all so good treat us popcorn end up buying what sausages for themselves. i treat yj eat popcorn. the promise is quite a lame show. i basically look at the english subtitles. then i thought what happen, so i lie on mx shoulder. then got neck pain.. so i sit up again. i kept eating popcorn lor, i long time never eat. after movies yj + me pangseh they all again. we went to arcade first... play the hitting game. she say i kanchiong need to relax. -_- then we stand around the daytona racing game waiting for someone to leave. then finally got this person left. so we quickly take the sit. then i saw the person playing halfway quite the game, so i played for little while then play new game. in the end she won 1st. actually can same time reach the finishing point, then her car block my way -_- after that went to toys 'r' us. we walk around and see toys. then i say want to see those dolls that can talk one... we found this doll. push the stomach can cry, laugh, can call papa and mama. then i call mx if he wanted eat icecream.. he say want. so i carry the icecream from anderson icecream to mac.. on the way to mac i keep telling yj that i feel like eating all of it insted of wasting my money. but in the end give him eat lor. then we find 50cents ice cream to eat. mccdonald say dont have ask us go KFC and try. so went KFC and bought 2 cones. then after that mx sent me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113571340537612779?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113571340537612779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113571340537612779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113571340537612779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113571340537612779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/movies.html' title='MOVIES'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113570955592962229</id><published>2005-12-27T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:00:08.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking not studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today suppose to be doing hw with debbie. but turns out we talk / slack more then do hw. she came around 12pm+. i was asking my mum science question throught skyping when she came -__- so after that cannot get anymore answers liao. we did a &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;tiny &lt;/em&gt;bit of work then she needed to go to some modern dance meeting... ask me company her to the mcdonald near westmall. i sit there for about 1hr+? but at least she treat me $1 choco cone (: so funny, we got to smuggle the mcflurry in cause she havent eat finish yet. then by the time we got down from the bus, the whole thing become liquid form... and she say liquid nicer than the ice cream. then go back she say she hungry. i ask her want to eat archar with ker ro pok anot she ask me what is archar. so i make one for her. she say quite nice but burn her tounge. hahahaha. then we started doing our work, then halfway get distracted again. in other words we hardly did our work. and my &lt;s&gt;dearest&lt;/s&gt; brother of mine PUT A PASSWORD FOR HIS COMPUTER. damn him... now i cannot play liao. i tried harassing him, but didnt work. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113570955592962229?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113570955592962229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113570955592962229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113570955592962229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113570955592962229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/slacking-not-studying.html' title='Slacking not studying'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113556254130753314</id><published>2005-12-25T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:04:14.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe christmas eve wasnt that bad. went to casseopia for countdown to christmas. the stupid game was lagging like shit, plus everyone counted at different times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/barlog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/barlog.0.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wanted to kill maple story. first they have countdown and it started snowing. the next thing they SUMMON BARLOG come and kill us for hunting x'mas drop. wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0231.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Maple0231.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;barlog arrives and kills everyone below. all those people like me stay on top and try didnt die. they tried hitting the barlog... but all misses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0236.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Maple0236.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bo liao, jump here jump there. then i started to lag like siao. after the lag i found out i jumped off the platform and was dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Maple0249.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Maple0249.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a much clearer picture of barlog. look at wad 0kon0 said. lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113556254130753314?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113556254130753314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113556254130753314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113556254130753314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113556254130753314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/maple-countdown.html' title='Maple countdown'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113543065830909485</id><published>2005-12-24T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T05:24:18.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its christmas eve. yaaaaaaaaay...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I AM UTTERLY BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i even did abit of my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CAN YOU IMAGINE??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;christmas eve and still doing homework!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;this is damn gay. i have never done homework on christmas eve. last year the house was overcrowded with people. all my uncles are here... now leh, only one uncle came with family to grandma house to celebrate. super sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2hr 28min to christmas (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113543065830909485?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113543065830909485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113543065830909485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113543065830909485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113543065830909485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas eve'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113530116956247895</id><published>2005-12-22T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:22:36.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im seriously going to kill my father and brother. they bloody hell didnt tell me my aunt and 2 cousins came on the 21st of dec.&lt;em&gt; (the day i watch kingkong) &lt;/em&gt;so my uncles say about going to mount faber at night. ask me want to go anot... i duno what to reply lor. so i ask him whether he bringing us to watch movies, according to what my brother told me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uncle: oh what movie you want to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me: narnia. today opening leh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uncle: i got free tickets to the movie leh, later i see if i can ask my friend for more tickets. maybe felicia also want to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;me: ok. but got tution hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in the end he couldnt get more tickets, so he let my cousin and i watch the movie. got to travel all the way to ang mo kio just to watch. we also got free nachos and a drink. the movie lasted 2hr 20min? it was quite ok-to-nice movie lar. the bad thing is i forgotten the story. i read the book when i was like p2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i shall not write a review on narnia, since most people havent watch yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after the movies, we went to eat dinner. after dinner, we drove all the way from ang mo kio to mount faber to see the world's tallest artificial chirstmas tower. its just a tall building with alot of lights covering it and with a big star on top. then we stand around and take photos of the scenery. after finish taking photos, the tower lights went off. so we walk around and see the view and cable car. singapore is actually quite a nice looking city from on top. then walk back to the car, the tower LIT UP AGAIN. no luck or what? want to go home then the tower light up again. reached home around 11.30pm. went to do my fathers work with my brother. after do finish, he let me play for awhile. went to maple, not many people online. i changed my hair again, LOOK LIKE SHIT. so bad luck, didnt get the one i wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113530116956247895?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113530116956247895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113530116956247895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113530116956247895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113530116956247895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/narnia.html' title='Narnia'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113516788543265112</id><published>2005-12-21T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:35:27.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today woke up at 8am+. new record since coming back from Australia. the stupid alarm went off, followed by my father's voice asking me to wake up and started to say how i should have slept earlier last night. he ask to wake up and get ready. he want to go eat nasi lemak and do marketing with grandparents. so my breakfast was damn big. coconut rice + fish + egg + chicken wing + chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 12:30pm left house to go causeway. waited for the stupid 173 for 10min. take to bukit batok interchange. then walk to mrt station and took mrt to woodlands. then call jiajia, ask her to come in the same mrt as me at chua chu kang station. so accurate, she came in at the correct door and then she walk to me. so take all the way to woodlands. reached there around 1.05pm, we 2 like blind, cannot find they all. so then i call mingxian, he at ATM. so we walk around find them, then saw them liao. i wear billaong he also wear billabong shirt. then walk to cinema to buy tickets. WTF!!!! only left the 1st and 2nd row. so i say forget it lar, see the 2.45pm one. then 2.45pm one middle section furthest is 3rd row. then the women told us got 5th row but its side section. so take that one lor.. buy finish already then walk to food court. i see like nothing to eat like that. so i just bought a can of lime coke. dunno why i suddenly remembered that my mum used to go causeway to buy things from crystal jade. so i suggest to jiajia, since she also say nothing to eat. i bought 1 wu kok and 1 egg tart then go back foodcourt. the boys all talk non-stop about maple. around 2.30pm we went cold storage and buy some potato chips. i bought 1 big packet of LAYS BBQ chips. whereas mingxian buy one small packet. then i tried stuffing the packet into my bag. so obvious lor -__- so i open the packet, let the air out and fold it again. then managed to go in without being checked. so i was probably eating the most during the movie, everyone just sat there watching. im only writing this down for jiajia tag. after 1hr+, we held hands. happppppy? 3hr 8min later, i panicked. thinking that i would be late home. so went popular to buy some tape and then take mrt go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own review on King Kong&lt;br /&gt;4 and the half stars out of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;this movie more worth it then chicken little in my opinion. i paid less and watched longer. not for young kids and faint hearted though. they should have changd the movie from PG to NC16. fancy letting a young kid see an ah pek going to a nude bar and finding a size 4 women. bleh. some of the monsters damn disgusting. especially the bugs type and that disgusting earthworm-look alike. oh, and tell me why kingkong managed to flick away 3 t-rex? ITS 3V1. KINGKONG SHOULD HAVE LOST! of course he won trying to flick away 3 t-rex lah, if the girl die, then no story liao. how come kingkong fell off the building, and landed dead on the ground WITH NO SOUND?! couldnt the director at least have a big BOOOOOOOM when kingkong fell what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS: special thanks to you 2 who sent me to the bus stop (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113516788543265112?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113516788543265112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113516788543265112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/ROFL.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/ROFL.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot get it back. tele also cannot tele up to get. 20 sec later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/gone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/gone.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*poof* gone liao. think before you throw your items :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113455399099292280?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113455399099292280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113455399099292280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just came back from bukitview. bought most of my sec 2 books. i see the maths textbook so difficult, gonna be dead. got to work extra hard to catch up, hopefully i dont go to NA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113445386718927211?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113445386718927211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113445386718927211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113445386718927211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113445386718927211'/><link 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Went to westmall and eat first then go lot 1. eat untill i see the time around 12:30pm, then panicked and ran to the mrt station take the mrt. then when i reach chua choo kang, i call larry first... phone engaged. wtf. then call mx, somewhere at lot 1. then call jiajia, on the way here. so i was the first one there? then larry call my hp, say he at public phone. then i saw him running, then i call out "OI! OI!" *waves hand* one uncle thought i call him, then he look at me. then after that this person started walking by, i told larry "is that mx??" larry wave to him, then the guy ask "ni shi larry ah?". they started talking and talking while. i gave him his koala bear, his facial expression was like "eeeeeeeeee! omg!!! wtf is this ugly thing?!". afew mins later, jiajia and jiali appeared. then 10min later, melvyn appeared with his godsis. they all shake hand, like so formal like that. next we went to ticket counter and buy tickets for the 2:30pm show. found out that larry, jiajia and jiali havent eat. so follow them to the food court. then larry first buy finish first, then he sit down and eat. me and mx sat opposite him, so when he came we + koala bear were staring at him and his food. so funny lor, like he cannot eat in peace.. got 2 person staring at him. then jiali and jiajia came with their food. so we all sit there wait for them. eat finish went up again. mx bought us this big tub of popcorn and 2 drinks. then we went in. so we keep passing the popcorn, they all take 1 or 2 popcorn then dont want liao. i keep eating, then i pass to jiajia. then dunno what happen, the whole tub fell.. and all the popcorn was wasted. $8 leh.. i see already pity the person who pay + the person who have to clean the cinema. so nearly the whole time no popcorn to eat... the movie was quite ok lah. storyline abit plain... then after movies they all duno what to do, stand there like gong kia. so me, jiajia, jiali all walk around and see things. i been to like every shops that sell games, and none of them have the maple x'mas edition cash card. the boys just stand at the railing and chat. then jiajia suggested we go westmall and walkwalk, since here nothing to see. then i ask them, they also ok lor. so we went there. near the entrance there, dunno how come.. I SAW YANJING AND LINGYING!!! they all say i soo tall.. where got??! walk up and down until sian then go home. watched abit of rainbow connection then found it gay so switch off tv. then my dad ask us to watch harry potter, see untill 40min then play computer. slept at 12:50pm+ woke up 8:45am+. then went to novena church at 11am. after that went to orchard road to shop for stuff for x'mas. then at takashimaya, i thought i saw masked rider riyuki on stage... turns out to be some another person from this another show. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113422365703593398?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113422365703593398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113422365703593398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113422365703593398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113422365703593398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/lot-1-movies.html' title='Lot 1 Movies'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113409004118711708</id><published>2005-12-08T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:00:41.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The day before slept at 12am+ next day woke up at 7:45am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday slept at 1am+ today woke up because of my stupid alarm which rang at 7:05am and after that i couldnt sleep anymore. then finally got downstaires at 7:45am and ate breakfast. im still adjested to australian time? weird... the later i sleep the ealier i wake up. WTF?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yesterday went to bugis with tiffany. walk walk walk also didnt buy anything. then she bo liao, go to cold storage and buy a bottle of water. i bought myself pokka green tea. 90cents only... australia sell overpriced!!! $1.45 for a small bottle. then took neoprint for fun but its so dam expensive. then she wanted to go town to go to this shopping center. took another neoprint then go to Heeren to walk around. then we walk abit only, took another neoprint. lol... so zi lian. after that we decided to go home, around 6pm+. so we wanted to go plaza at first, so walk and walk to the bus stop. NO 171!! then we continue walking to another bus stop. ALSO DONT HAVE. so i went to 7-11 to ask about maple 20k cash card, all got old one... the new one haven't arrived yet. then we walk furthur and finally the bus stop got put 171. so we took the bus and the bus stop at plaza singapura. i knew something wrong liao... so quickly ask the bus driver. he told me "ooh, wrong side". so the driver drove off to the next stop. we had to walk all the way back to plaza singapura because she decided to take mrt no matter what because she didnt trust me -_- got one direct train also dont want take, so i followed her and ended up taking like 3 different mrts. then we come out from the mrt station and walked to the bus interchage and took a bus home. on the way home, saw my godmother. talked to her while walking home, then was late for dinner. -__- luckily only got lost once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113409004118711708?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113409004118711708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113409004118711708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113409004118711708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113409004118711708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/bugis.html' title='Bugis'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113387461242033561</id><published>2005-12-06T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T05:27:23.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination REACHED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have finally arrived in singapore!! i had safe flight back and managed to find my luaggage. the plane ride back was quite alright. i mostly just watch movie and listen to music. dinner was alright, but supper was horrible. some overcooked noodles with some weird sauce and lots of veges. i ate a little bit only. i didnt really sleep in the plane, just close eyes for half an hour than cannot sleep. then after i reached home, i still wide awake... like cannot sleep. went online to see if anyone still awake... turns out only 1 person talk to me at 11pm+ T_T so super sian now, bro come back liaoz then cannot play his computer. just last night i saw him computer screen, FULL OF GAMES. he told me "now im playing DOTA. all my friends also playing". just now i saw him playing DOTA, i told him "i dont see what so nice about DOTA leh". he told me "thats because you dunno how to play". bleh. now cant play his computer, so downloading maple into my dad's laptop. 23% only... should have downloaded it in the morning. i also have realised that my grandma handphone is NICER than mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she gets samsung SGH-E530C in &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and it has a camera&lt;/span&gt;!!! dont ask me why my grandma needs a camera phone. last post i upload maple story pictures, this post im going to upload ragnarok pictures from last year even thought its soooooooo outdated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;note: people who are lvl 30+ and above will find this boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/swordie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/swordie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;introducing my swordswomen who only lvl-ed untill lvl 29.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/porings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;poring island. who killed me?! THE ANGELING LAH! THE ONE WITH WINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/porings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/porings2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;different angle. angelings = cute but dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/maya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/maya2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;taken at ant hell. 8 dead people!!!!! which monster could have done this?! the good thing about ro is that when you die, they dont minus exp unlike ms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/maya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/maya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;answer : MAYA! maya is such is gay monster. they know all the novices go to ant hell to hit eggs and they must sent a monster to kill of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/spawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/spawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wtf is spawn? spawn = item drop by dead frog? spawn = monsters never spawn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113387461242033561?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113387461242033561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113387461242033561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113387461242033561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113387461242033561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/destination-reached.html' title='Destination REACHED'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113373930480206095</id><published>2005-12-04T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:11:20.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute maple pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now its 9:58am in the morning.... and NO ONE is online, apart from aussies. can't blame them since its 6:58am in singapore. 8 more hours to go. i so sian now so decided to put some maple photos/screenies/pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/beforeandafter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my maple timelime. i have a thing for mrs.ming ming headband, thats why i have been wearing it since i got it. cannot help it mah, iits sh0 kawaii nehx! i also realised that i havent been buying my own armour, except for the purple dorness robe, ice wand, panlid and wiz wand. lvl 32 then i decided to buy a panlid. good bargain for def 9 @ 350k. another then that, my armour is people buy for me/ people give me for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/boyz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;how act smart of me to go so deep in the dugeon with 4 boys and be killed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/cargo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;some gay cargo. (above) and other gay monster that can do lightning. i think its taurospear? duno lar. then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i died TWICE. exp from 16% drop to 5%. hurhur. note: the picture is not mine, sorry for such a vandalized picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! i like to save money one [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/double.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TWINS! both also met a kerning! freaky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/lolgayhair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Archz had the &lt;s&gt;coolest&lt;/s&gt; hair in maple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/d35tiny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DestinyZ and D35tiny. F5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113373930480206095?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113373930480206095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113373930480206095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113373930480206095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113373930480206095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/cute-maple-pictures.html' title='Cute maple pictures'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113369620328175408</id><published>2005-12-04T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T03:36:43.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying to SINGAPORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY POST BEFORE I FLY OFF TOMORROW!!!!! in case im not using the computer tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HAVE FINISHED PACKING MY BAGS/LUGGAGE AND IM READY FOR TAKE OFF! hopefully nothing goes wrong and i land safely (: will blog in singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113369620328175408?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113369620328175408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113369620328175408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113369620328175408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113369620328175408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/flying-to-singapore.html' title='Flying to SINGAPORE'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113352151127815610</id><published>2005-12-01T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T03:05:11.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EVERYTHING IS GGGGGAAAAAAAYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday was last day of school. when i got there at 8:30am, i saw afew girls carrying music stands. the i realised, I GOT BAND PERFORMANCE TODAY!!! so i panicked, think about what to do... and then decided to run all the way home to take my clarinet. then ran all the way back to school. lucky when i reached school, the homeroom bell rang. so i went to put my bag in my locker and went to gym to join the band. then people start going to the gym for our last "college assembly". blah. so we had prayers at first then after that they started giving out the the awards. they give a certificate and some flag to those who won. they go according to who did best in what subject... not who comes 1st, 2nd or 3rd in each class. so weird. the biggest joke of the girl who did best in CHINESE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SHE ISN'T TAKING CHINESE NEXT YEAR!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the most they could do was give it to some chinese girl.... or some girl who is learning chinese next year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or maybe they could give the award to me. which is totally impossible... duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/200/Picture%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from my homeroom people :) cards and candy canes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i got this from my kris kringle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/200/Picture%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a teddy bear!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113352151127815610?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113352151127815610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113352151127815610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113352151127815610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113352151127815610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113334672995795298</id><published>2005-11-29T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T03:19:03.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollerskating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today we went rollerblading/skating!!!!!! but in the morning we had some house group trivia quiz. the teacher reads out about 15 questions and got to write down the answers on a sheet of paper. we did about 6 different trivias? sooo boring. some of the question so difficult.. like "Who wrote Oliver Twist?", "What is St.Dominic surname?". where we got remember this kind of thiiinnnnggggggg? after the trivia, they gave out 1 small dounut and a pop top to the year 7 and 8. they gave us some time to eat and then meet in the hall to go to the rollerskating place. took about 1 hr to reach there? turns out the place quite small.... the rink smaller than jurong ice skating rink. the place dam lousy lar. the people who came first were very lucky, they get to rent rollerblades. whereas our bus which came last, so they rented all the rollerblades out, and only left with rollerskates. the worst part is... i never ever rollerskated in my life!!! so quite angry lar, want to set up a roller place also cannot have a resonable amount of rollerblades for hire. so at first i cant even move, so just use the hand railing to drag myself around the rink. after awhile managed to move around without the handles... quite fun. some of them also just sit there the whole time doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WAHLAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;just now got mushmom and i never see. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;AND i died again today, the worst part is... im a damn cleric. cleric are one of the people who aren't suppose to die easily? im a cleric that dies 1 time each day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHY GIRL CANNOT SCOLD BAD WORD??!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113334672995795298?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113334672995795298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113334672995795298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113334672995795298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113334672995795298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/rollerskating.html' title='Rollerskating'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113326558378631754</id><published>2005-11-29T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T03:59:43.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today we had a small home econs party. food was very weird. they had springrolls, small triangle currypuff-look-alike and pink fishball-look-alike. another plate was some small puffs and fried sausage. ate abit only, not very appetizing. we had chinese and maths. year 8 maths learn percentage, i p6 already learn... need to learn again? the teacher said something about giving us a head start... blahblahblah. in science we finish watching the space movie. then after that we watch Apollo 13. the first people to land on the moon. quite alright, not really very boring. our teacher gave us lollies to make us pay attention to the movie. last 2 period was english and chinese. chinese first, we watch some show on how to learn chinese while the teacher open packets of prawn crackers to go around the class. see halfway, then suddenly "XIN JIA PO" pop up in the screen. i got a shock of my life sia. then after that got "MA LAI XI YA". and the teacher HAD to point that "feeonahh is frrrem singapore...XIN JIA PO." we played some so called chinese games after watching the video, all of them were grumbling that the video was boring. our last english lesson we had some free time. can play the teacher board game or play the board game that some of our classmate made. tomorrow we're going to go rollerblading! woooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i found out the greatest news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my grandparents are fetching me from the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my father had to tell me in MSN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then i had to call him to using skype confirm this news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;AND ITS TRUE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113326558378631754?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113326558378631754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113326558378631754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113326558378631754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113326558378631754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/lame-day.html' title='Lame day'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113315527349159599</id><published>2005-11-27T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:57:48.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just added a countdown timer and added a song i uploaded for the first time. SUPER BORED. actually want to go shopping for the 2nd last time before i go back sg, then mum say too cold, dont want to go out. so im stuck here doing nothing. Maple having Major Network Expansion untill tomorrow, sooooooooooo bored. what rubbish should i added to my blog? maybe should decorate my desktop... its so plain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img518.imageshack.us/my.php?image=deskier6yo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/6759/deskier6yo.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why is there like so many numbers? seen it in some blogskins html before... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;764,382,868,484&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cannot be height and width?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113315527349159599?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113315527349159599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113315527349159599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113315527349159599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113315527349159599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/edit_27.html' title='Edit'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113305138927757182</id><published>2005-11-26T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:29:49.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUNTDOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;i changed my blogskin today. wasn't done by me though, done by my friend (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;COUNTDOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;5 DAYS TO SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;8 DAYS TO SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;28 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;soooooooo excitied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;SCHOOL HOLIDAYS = no need to face teachers and school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;SINGAPORE = pigging out on food i haven't tasted for almost a year, get to see friends, hot weather, shopping centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS = presents!!!!!!!!!! duh. birth of jesus (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113305138927757182?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113305138927757182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113305138927757182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113305138927757182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113305138927757182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/countdown.html' title='COUNTDOWN'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113291022698640775</id><published>2005-11-25T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:17:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today was seriously a bad day. i had geography first, we had to do a geog quiz for our last lesson using the internet. waste my internet bytes... then we had chinese, we watch a stupid video on how to learn chinese. if i still remember correctly, its worse than the ones on channel 8 every sat, early morning one. we watching halfway, the announced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TODAY ALL YEAR7 COMPETITION WILL BE CANCELLED DUE TO BAD WEATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;or something like that. WTF!!!! then i see outside the window start to drizzle.. then after that stop. at recess i look outside, the sun shining SO BRIGHTLY. we made christmas decorations for the classroom for religious. you make already can go out and play games. i use for 5min i got byteover. cannot use the internet T.T so i just find something else to do. we had maths and science for the last 2 periods on FRIDAY. maths we just make patterns, science we watch movie on some spaceship who travel around the solar system for 6years. then on the way back, i fell down. dont ask why... i slip and fell. luckily my house so close, if not i die already. so limp for 1min then reach home. thank god maple working again!!! 7pm the sun still shining so bright, still quite hot. after that, the will be cold wind and it will rain at night. weird weather right? thats melbourne weather, can have 4 seasons in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113291022698640775?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113291022698640775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113291022698640775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113291022698640775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113291022698640775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113282942030086430</id><published>2005-11-24T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:51:11.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regretting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maple having an urgent check again. why can't they just fix the stupid PROBLEM &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FASTER&lt;em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today i made a new blogskin! now trying to figure out on how to change other people's html. i have been using the same html for 5 times for different blogskins. now want to change abit... i made christmas cards in school today AGAIN, but this time in FRENCH. examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Joyeux noël - Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bonne année - Happy new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;only know afew words. we had to do a test before we made christmas cards, and i hardly know what the passage is about. we have to read a passage, then answer some questions... i managed to answer most of it though. french very weird to me.. and now i regretted not choosing to learn chinese for next year. i choose french, AND I GOT INTO THE FRENCH CLASS. everyone was shock when i said i choosed french instead of chinese. they thought i so pro at chinese, should choose chinese. i find this week very boring, mostly just make christmas cards or watch movie. PE was quite fun, i think the teacher want to play the last softball game before tomorrow. all the year 7 are going to another school to play t-ball/softball for the whole day. i have no idea how to play... should have just choosen softball instead... now that i actually know how to play. going to wrap present for my kris kringle now. au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113282942030086430?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113282942030086430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113282942030086430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113282942030086430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113282942030086430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/regretting.html' title='Regretting'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113273536449331805</id><published>2005-11-23T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T02:16:13.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERsian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today was is daaammmmmmmmmmmmmm sian. MAPLE PATCH AGAIN!!! last time also patch, today also patch. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT FREAKIN GAME? anyway, today after homeroom, i went to this room and sat for that advanced maths test thing. i seriously have no idea how to do most of the problem sums. i think my maths drop standard after coming here...  i overheard some girls discussing and  saying that was quite difficult and they didnt know how to solve the problem sums and blahblahblah.. then this girl ask me how did i go, i say "i have no idea how to solve it". the girl HAOLIAN LA, passby and say "really? i managed to do all the questions". if she was so SUPPPPPPERRRRRRRRRR smart, why the fuck is she in year 7? shouldn't she be in year 8/9 maths class? geeez. after that walk back to my normal class, since the bell rang already. after that i saw my locker locked, i search around for my key. DONT HAVE. so got to run all the way back to the other classroom to get my key. im not used to having a key lo, i never actually lock my locker. so i ran all the way back, was quite later. when i came in the classroom, turns out we are making x'mas cards. quite boring... i just drew a snowman and it said merry christmas. recess, then we had double english, we watch a video the almost for 1hr 15min. before that me and my partner gave an oral presentation on this picture book. i can't believe i did 3 orals this term! my voice is like singaporean-trying-to-sound-like-aussie. so i sound really weird. and when i go back to singapore, i will have a stupid slang. we had home econs after lunch, we couldnt cook... so we just did some work and make invitaions for our friends. we're going to have a christmas end-of-semester party on tuesday. so everyone who is not in our class and got invited very happy lo. on friday im going to go to another school with the whole year lvl to play softball/t-ball at another school. last time we play netball/hockey, now we play this. then next week we going somewhere to rollerblade? i dunno.. i heard people say one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113273536449331805?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113273536449331805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113273536449331805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113273536449331805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113273536449331805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/supersian.html' title='SUPERsian'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113265554888215795</id><published>2005-11-21T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:32:28.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGGG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I CANT BELIEVE I GOT A DETENTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i got a advanced notice though. THE PE TEACHER IS SOOOOOOOO JIAN. she gave me and afew students detention for not wearing our PE uniform. we thought we had swimming lo, so we didnt wear PE uniform. she so unreasonable, dont care what we say just told us "imediate detention". i spent an hour just doodling on sheets of paper in my pencil case. i last min then remeber i had detention, so i didnt bring any homework. then the last 10min got to fill this sheet asking "why do you think in your own words, you got a detention?" and alot of this stupid questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today was quite busy for me, i got band in the morning. we going to perform christmas songs on the last day of school. after that our PE lesson we went swimming.. finally our last lesson. we didnt do anything fun lo, just keep swimming like siao. then we had geog, we finish watching the "Lion King" for the whole 50min. after lunch is double music. teacher didnt come, everyone so happy. so the relief teacher brought us to science lab to see movie. we watch "Clueless", since everyone voted to watch that. quite alright show... after school got detention. i nearly forgotten about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113265554888215795?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113265554888215795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113265554888215795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113265554888215795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113265554888215795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/omggg.html' title='OMGGG!'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113212161069118377</id><published>2005-11-15T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:13:30.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarinet exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My clarinet exams didnt went well... i think im going to fail. i thought the exam 10:58am so i went there around 10:40am to find out that it was 10:38am!!!!!! i panicked and quickly put my clarinet together. the pianoist say she ask them to go for break while i warm up with her. she so nice to help me do that. i try using the new reed, *blows* ssqqqqqqqqqqueeeeeeeek *blows* squeeeeek. now the new reed is against me, so i use the old reed. i warm up with her quite bad lor, my fingers like ice like that. so nervous!! then after that the teacher came back from break. i give them my music pieces and general knowledge sheet. i started to play my music with the pianoist. quite ok la... luckily didnt squeak or play wrongly. we did the aural exam next. she play the music so confusing lor.. so i anyhow sing. the teacher say i sing to low.. ask me to sing the same pitch as the piano. i try singing, she say ok. so she play a melody next and ask me to clap silently with it. i can't remember the stupid melody, she play so fast. so i anyhow clap, she say "quite close". then ask me to play scales for her. i forgotten how to play. she ask me to think about it before i play. i think i play too fast and not accurate. i play all the scales she ask me to play, then i leave the room looking half shocked. i think i fail already... the teacher who teach the violin ask me not to be too worried. if i fail $42 down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113212161069118377?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113212161069118377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113212161069118377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113212161069118377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113212161069118377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/clarinet-exam.html' title='Clarinet exam'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113196277382075211</id><published>2005-11-14T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T02:06:13.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OMG, my clarinet exam is tomorrow. no wonder i didnt see my friend leaving the class. im keep this short... too lazy to type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my lovesick half-aussie cousin msn nick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When the violet's red and when the rose turns blue. Baby I'll still be in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113196277382075211?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113196277382075211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113196277382075211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113196277382075211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113196277382075211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/wrong-date.html' title='Wrong date'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113184107132478001</id><published>2005-11-12T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:17:51.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronounce it correctly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i feel much better after venting out my anger on my blog. so i decided to deleted that post. oh yar, &lt;em&gt;girls&lt;/em&gt; aren't suppose to scold bad word right? now i am going to show &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people out there who don't know how to pronounce "mun".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when people eventually found out my full name... they always get "mun" wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i get people saying weird pronunciation like "moon" and "marrrn".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wtf is wrong with people?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PRONOUNCE "SUN".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you don't pronounce it as "soon" or "marrn" do you?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SO SAY "SUN" then change the "S" to "M" and you get the proper way of saying "mun". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;like that also very difficult meh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113184107132478001?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113184107132478001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113184107132478001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113184107132478001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113184107132478001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/pronounce-it-correctly.html' title='Pronounce it correctly'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113169097884368061</id><published>2005-11-11T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T03:10:42.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i took pictures of my pencil case, school diary and school bag. i very sianz, thats why i did this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Picture%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stylo billabong pencil case... looks damn big right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Picture%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;alot of rubbish right? the blue colour pencil case is where i put the pencils, pen and all that... look so i always doodle in class so i must make sure got some spare paper. the markers and colour pencil is extra one, for decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Picture%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese worksheet!! AHAHAHHAHAHAAH!!!!!! I GET A+!!!!! chicken feet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Picture%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113169097884368061?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113169097884368061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113169097884368061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113169097884368061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113169097884368061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-stuff.html' title='School stuff'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113170141479948910</id><published>2005-11-10T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T03:11:06.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today had geography for first period, talked about animals. how the animals were brought from england to aus. the animals liked it in aus because of the warm weather and they started to breed. now its becoming a pest, and eating australian native animals. quite interesting to know all these... i had chinese next, went to the computer lab to do this so call "test". so easy, just type in hanyoupinyin and choose the characters. the hanyoupinyin they give is like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" wo you yi ge gege, liang ge didi "&lt;br /&gt;" wo de lao shi jia zhu zai zhongguo, bejing "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're doing on family. learning baba, mama, gege, didi, jiejie, meimei. havent learn the long list of how to say uncles and aunties yet. as usual, alot of people asking me for help. one even want me to sent my chinese work to her. but i didnt sent... i just play games on the computer. bell ring, had recess... halfway through they all ask us to essamble at near the front of the school. it was the 11th hour on the 11th day on the 11th month... so we had 1min of silence to pay respect to those who died in the war. after that we got 100min of religious education... it wasnt that boring today. we just wrote a prayer and decorated it nicely. 95 min has passed... 5min to lunch. i relised that my lesson was at the beginning of lunch, so i rush like mad to the music area. we practiced all my exams pieces and we did sight reading which im bad at and we did aural work. i choosed "sing the last note of a melody played" and "clap the rythemn of a melody played". my teacher play the melody, i also dunno how to end. so i anyhow sing. she told me "fiona, you need to use more of a singing voice.. like laaaaaa *in a high medium pitch voice* " then i also follow her way, she told me "yes, thats ittttt!". she play one more tune, i purposely say sing quite high pitch, she told me was too high... then i sing lower, she told me was too low. wtf!! i have a sore throat which is getting worse lar.. she told me " i am very confident in you, and wish you all the best". i say thanks and walk out since my lesson over already. didnt have enought time to eat, so very hungry. the last 2 lessons i managed to survive maths and science... science was quite funny with my 2 partners. i end here, going to maple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113170141479948910?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113170141479948910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113170141479948910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113170141479948910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113170141479948910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/interesting-day.html' title='Interesting day'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113162311560389675</id><published>2005-11-10T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T03:45:15.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i learned a new sport! SOFTBALL!!!!!!!!!!!! we didnt really play it on the field, just in the gym. i was like so freakin scared because i dont know how to play it. whereas other people know. so they each take turns to whack the ball. when my turn, i turn to my classmate and said "errm... how do you stand" so she tell me how to stand and show me how to pitch. the pitcher threw the ball at me, i swung my bat, and the ball went flying. WOOOOOOOOOO~ i just run to first base, then run to second base, but too late liao... the girl catch the ball. so they tell me i out. so i went to sit down, the teacher stop the game to explain. "fiona, FIONA!!! listen!! softball is a TALKING GAME, so if you see someone infront, ask them to run. alright?" WTF!!! HOW TO FUCK I KNOW 2 PERSON CANNOT BE AT THE BASE?! I FIRST TIME PLAY LEH!!! but i was quite happy i made it to 1st base, and managed to hit the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GOOD NEWS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I BECOME CLERIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mx was kind enough to let me leech till i lvl. i think i said something i shouldnt have said... =/ God, i feel so guilty... anyway, then we went to see the old man. yj online!! ask her to come. this guy my ex classmate, also come!! all my friends waited for me, so gan dong. haiz i leeching yj and jl. ahhahaahahaha... i heal them lor, they help me kill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113162311560389675?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113162311560389675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113162311560389675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113162311560389675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113162311560389675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113151774289621303</id><published>2005-11-08T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:54:56.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think im getting sick. my voice sound so gay, and throat hurts abit. i think because of yesterday swimming lesson. but yesterday i didnt swim as much as the previous lesson lor, yet i feel worse the day after. oh ya.. about the swimming lesson, luckily this time i didnt die of drowning... i nearly died of tiredness. i know alot of people pro at swimming lar, but im not so good. i think tomorrow then i put pictures in my blog... today abit lazy. i forgot to mention about the clarinet rehersals for the exam... it went well i guess. i playing and the woman playing not the same time. either i playing slow or playing fast. geez. 14th is my exam!!!! wish me luck. if i fail i swear i will never play the clarinet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I REMEBERED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i never actually liked the clarinet at first. I WANTED TO PLAY THE DRUMS!!! i told afew people this story before, about 4-5 months ago, about how i didnt get to play the drums because the teacher didnt think i was good enough. so i got moved to playing the clarinet. one time i remebered going to Crown casino ( &lt;em&gt;its called that la, but i went to the arcade. IM UNDERAGE! &lt;/em&gt;) and trying to play the machine drums or whatever its called. i think i got like a D or C each time??!! i think i know why the teacher didnt let me play the drums....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me n yj keep putting the boxes. so fun! she also change armour liao, cannot see her face. i gave her a live performance of my exam pieces, she say Minuet was weird, but Pink panther was nice. If anyone want my recorded "album" feel free to ask me to sent you! 2 songs only and... FREE OF CHARGE! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i think my cousin is lovesick or something, but i find this quote very sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;the gaps between your fingers are for another to fill in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;23 days to DEC 2nd!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113151774289621303?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113151774289621303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113151774289621303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113151774289621303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113151774289621303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113135189335346806</id><published>2005-11-07T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:03:41.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored of maple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nowadays maple so sianz lor, actually this morning want to blog one, then my mother scold me say dunno what later i dont go to school... so i watch TV lor. yesterday mapling with mingxian. was leeching on him frm afternoon, take a break to go to church, then eat dinner, then continue leeching and looting. now that he go chalet liao, no one to heal me, let me leech liaoz. haiz... also was angry at him yesterday, he gave me a lollipop! OMGOMG! i wanted a lollipop for so long.. didnt expect him to give me that. im too materialistic... so i accepted it. while at the store, i took a new screenshot. he being a chi gu pek... look at him!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/kiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GOT A CHI GU PEK LOOK ON HIS FACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/drawing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SO DAMN FUNNY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;was so bored today, i drawed my own comic. NICE RIGHT?! except for the feet, i dont know how to draw feet lar. mx wearing a basketball jersey, but he is player "0". his mouth also like the maple F3, his hairstyle i try to follow maple one, but look so shit. AHAHAHAHHAHA. i still cannot help laughing when i draw it. im the one beside him, looking at him in a weird way. i know the girl does not look like me, but i just anyhow draw lar. this is only a joke lar, dont take it too serious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he say i said something that made him sad... what i say?! oei, i know you KPO will read my blog one, wtf i say?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;today was boring, so restless since holidays is in 19 DAYS!! i have done my easy peasy maths test, yet to do science test. sianz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SHOPPING FOR GIFTS/PREZZIES! ORDER BEFORE TOO LATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;please dont ask me australia got what. you want you say, if not forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113135189335346806?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113135189335346806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113135189335346806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113135189335346806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113135189335346806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/bored-of-maple.html' title='Bored of maple'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113118315077616443</id><published>2005-11-05T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:32:31.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse racing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DUE to the overwhelming thing that there are more and more people reading my blog, i decided to UPDATE :D:D this post got afew pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;Today i was woke up by my mum at 11am to get ready to go SEE HORSE RACING. and why i wake up so late? was mapling to get evil eye tails with help from mx... or whatever his real name is. the ah pek la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a292/xiaofizzy/ahpek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOK LIKE AH PEK RIGHT ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;em&gt;why go horse racing? so bo liao leh!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, but i no choice loh. we took a&lt;strong&gt; tram&lt;/strong&gt; all the way to the city and from there we took a &lt;strong&gt;train &lt;/strong&gt;to the place. i am so pissed off. why? because the train had SO MANY PEOPLE AKA AUSSIES, AND I GOT TO STAND AND BE SQUASHED by them. did i mention that they dressed up untill like want to go party? all of them wear so much perfume or deodorant the air is so damn polluted. when we reached the place, everyone all rush out like siao. we got into the place and we stand infront and see the horse zoom by for 3 sec, then gone liao... then we saw got one place the horse standing there, so my mum take picture lor. i know some of you never seen australia horse racing, only see turf city horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horse being walk around.. nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;look at the top!! the horses racing each other. and a crowd full of aussies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/320/Picture%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;got 4 places you can sit, the ground, the hillstand, the grandstand and the members stand. obviously you pay for what you get. but i really wanted to sit on top of the grandstand in an air-con room and watch race. LOL! shiokkkkk ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;alot of people go and bet on horses, so my mum also go bet. ahaha.. but bet only $5. i didnt do anything much, i mostly sat down under a tree and watch from the tv. i hate the sun ma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i stop here.. lazy to write more lorh. leave some comments on the tagboard (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113118315077616443?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113118315077616443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113118315077616443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113118315077616443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113118315077616443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/11/horse-racing.html' title='Horse racing'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113073355304993967</id><published>2005-10-30T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T03:22:46.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So outdated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EEEEKS! im so out-of-date. it seems everyone in singapore has "kor, di, jie, mui, god bro, sis, marmee, dadee" except for me! &lt;em&gt;how i know?&lt;/em&gt; friendster and maple lor!! the girls also become pinkster. guess i got to buy lots of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; shirts and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; nail polish to fit in with all the ah lians. EVERYONE IM COMING BACK AT DEC 0_! date to be confirmed... come back for updates (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113073355304993967?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113073355304993967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113073355304993967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113073355304993967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113073355304993967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-outdated.html' title='So outdated'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113050461243151540</id><published>2005-10-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T06:03:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarinet exams coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i just received like a notice saying when is my rehersal for my clarinet exams, what time must be there... go which room warm up... all that shit la. the only bad thing is that i got to play with the piano -_- it sounds totally weird lorh :/ i did it with my clarinet teacher like &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TIMES before she actually stopped practicing it with me. then i got to do this clarinet general knowledge with my teacher. got to draw minum, crochet and rest. my rests are sooo gay. what to do lor... at first i thought finish liaoz... never thought got to do for the other pieces as well. diaoz... eeeeyerr, i feeling so nervous leh. my first music exam and i have no idea what fingering is what name (&lt;em&gt;like no fingers is "G"&lt;/em&gt;) :\ i only know which note is which fingering. hope i dont fail lohs... and whenever i tell people i doing CLARINET exam, they go "oh, got such thing ah?". of course got lar! if got piano grade 1 exam, why no clarinet grade 1 exam? -_- ahhh.. i got an inspiration! im going to make a clarinet blogskin later :D and i'll keep updating about my rehersals and my exams soon. wish me all the best :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113050461243151540?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113050461243151540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113050461243151540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113050461243151540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113050461243151540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/10/clarinet-exams-coming.html' title='Clarinet exams coming'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113030838324332690</id><published>2005-10-25T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:41:35.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie or truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i saw this girl handing a PILOT G2 PEN to a certain &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;. i was quite shocked.. since im probably the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY &lt;/strong&gt;one who has it. i went up to her locker and asked the &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;. heres how the conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: do you know that pen just now, can i see it?&lt;br /&gt;she:*digs into her ugly red pencil case and shows it to me*&lt;br /&gt;me: is this yours?&lt;br /&gt;she: *sounding firm* yes. i bought it..&lt;br /&gt;me: oh *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she siao one leh. during class she keep putting the pen out trying to make sure i see it. then she keep clicking the pen. TRYING TO PROVOKE ME OR WHAT?!! i ignore her and face the other direction lor. she is either telling the truth or freaking liar. EXCUSE ME, I WENT TO SO MANY SHOPS AND I HAVENT SEEN A FUCKING PILOT G2 PEN IN MELBOURNE. CCBKNN. PILOT LEH!! AND ITS THOSE CLICKING PENS THAT ALOT OF MY SGP FRIENDS ALWAYS USE IN CLASSS!! TAN MA DE. i hate her FOR LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113030838324332690?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113030838324332690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113030838324332690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113030838324332690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113030838324332690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/10/lie-or-truth.html' title='Lie or truth?'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-113022691123899463</id><published>2005-10-25T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:55:11.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today we went to the Melbourne zoo. SIAN LEH! i been there twice this month and i think im not going there again. we pretty much have a bad day la. after we got down from the bus, it started drizzling, then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;RAINING.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some of them bring umbrella but most of them use their "spray jacket" to cover their heads. i got to share since i forgot loh. walking in the rain and stepping on muddy puddles is not really a nice thing to do. we see the monkey family first (orang utan, gorilla..etc) then we see cat family then the platypus and giraffe. blahblahblah.. dont want to keep going lar. we went to the kisok for a lunch. i ate one of my sandwich and kept the other one, after that i just bought an overpriced ice-cream ($3.20). after sitting ; walking around like a siao person, i decided on &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;potato cakes&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;em&gt;wtf is that?&lt;/em&gt;) its potato mash into a circle and fried $2. the price quite ok... then after that we attended zoo school for a little while. we sat in a circle and got to pet a snake and a frog (&lt;em&gt;o.O&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;nice meh?!&lt;/em&gt;) quite ok la.. first time i touch one.. got a phobia :/ then the zoo "teacher" showed us this nocturnal animal which we could &lt;em&gt;hardly &lt;/em&gt;see due to the fact that she off-ed the lights and so we couldnt see anything... after zoo school we get to go off in groups and run wild around the zoo. get it? wild = wild life = zoo? anyway, as usual i dont have anyone to go with and the person who asked me went with her other friends, so im stuck alone. went to ask my "friend" keep saying dunno. i dont get the fuck why people "DUNNO" is "YES" OR "NO". heres what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my friend - &lt;em&gt;*runs off to her other friend and ignores me*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me - &lt;em&gt;* follows her, waits for a while and asks her other friend*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;other friend - &lt;em&gt;*looks at me, whispers and walk away*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;say NO can liaoz lah!!! make me waste my time. so i run off to another classmate and ask her. she said "ya sure!" in a very &lt;em&gt;i-not-sure&lt;/em&gt; voice. my other classmate come, i repeat my question. she looks doubtful then say yes. so i follow quietly behind them... and saw baboons and monkeys again... -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then we went to see elephants, and butterflies then walk back to the backgate and saw everyone there liaoz. i saw alot of people buy zoo gifts. quite expensive leh... dunno why they buy for. then on the way back so sleepy... now i play computer to rest my sore leg. stop here. bye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-113022691123899463?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/113022691123899463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=113022691123899463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113022691123899463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/113022691123899463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-at-zoo.html' title='Day at the zoo'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112969190405714116</id><published>2005-10-18T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:41:07.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside computer area</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People seriously think I am weird or a loner or a person who does not actually like socializing. This girl came up to me just a while ago asking what I am doing. How the hell am I suppose to reply her? “oh, I am just looking at my blog” or “I am just surfing the net looking for something to do?” or tell her that I am trying to use the stupid adobe photoshop to make something nice for my “big sister”. cant she just leave me alone? why does she care anyway? The only reason she asked is because I was sitting in front of the stupid computer during recess and she saw me sitting in front of the computer during lunch. Why does she care anyway? The most she would do is gossip to her friends about me, not even talk to me. I knew I should have gone to the library in the first place, so she wouldn’t see me. I am using such good English because the computer keeps correcting me work loh. Anyway im trying to download brushes into my school computer, but it would not allow me. GEEZ. Anyway, I stop here liaoz. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112969190405714116?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112969190405714116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112969190405714116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112969190405714116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112969190405714116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/10/outside-computer-area.html' title='Outside computer area'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112927766765719864</id><published>2005-10-14T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:14:27.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy or angry or sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MAPLE IS REALLY MAKING ME PISSED OFF. i have waited 24hrs already. ccbknn. i just tried starting the game like 1hr ago, and guessed what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dear Maplers,&lt;br /&gt;There will be an urgent server check from 1500HRS to 1600HRS (+8 GMT) on 14th October 2005.&lt;br /&gt;The update includes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;* Bug fixing for item drops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;* Rescue of maplers stuck in Florina Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;- MapleSEA Network Administrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sheeeeeeeeeeesh. likedat also must hole up everyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 18px" height="18" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/400/screen.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this is the same person who was offline in my previous post... see lah! this guy also damn pissed off sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im now like waiting... IMPATIENTLY. going to fetch my mum from airport soon.. wonder what she brought back?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;btw, today we had chinese noodle day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wtf is that?! (&lt;em&gt;some people might ask..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;chinese noodle day is where the chinese people come to our school selling chinese junk food. aka spring rolls, dimsim (wtf?! dimSUM), fried noodle, fried rice and sweet prawn dumpling... i thought no one was going to go.. considering the number of stupid comments like how it smells and what its made of. i bought prawn crackers during recess.. the best i ever tasted in melb. then we had double religious.. which was borrrrrrriiiiiinnggggggg. we had to do another newspaper. the teacher was going throught this 7page word document with us. i nearly fell alseep!! but i was mostly staring at the clock and hoping that it will reach 12:20pm or something so i can run off to my clarinet lesson which was much more interesting. then when the it was 12:20pm, me and my partner ran off... and we brought money since it was class time and nobody would be queueing up for food. she bought 2 packets of dumplings, while i bought 3 spring rolls for $2. then we went to the music area and ate our food.. while waiting for our lesson. i thought my springroll would be warm... but i was wrong! the stupid springroll was damn freaking hot... then the band teacher came and put up all the audition lists to let people know which band they got into. I GOT INTO SYMPHONIC BAND!!!!! along with my friend and partner... whoopie (: the rest of them got into concert band. then my clarinet teacher gave us a clap and said well done o.O i think i played really crap x= clarinet lesson was alright.. she gave us 2 new pieces after like 2months. after the lesson, i went back to locker and stuff everything inside and buy more chinese food. but i didnt have enough money.. so my kpo teacher ask what i buy and why dont i try the noodle...etc. told her not enought money... she tell me go sahkah the cook, say if i speak chinese she may give me for free. -_- after the lunch bell rang, i quickly tell the woman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"ni ke yi gei wo pian yi ma?" (&lt;em&gt;can give me cheap anot?&lt;/em&gt;) *points to prawn crackers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the women look at me and i repeat myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"gei ni la.." &lt;em&gt;(give you la..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after taking it i told my chinese teacher and she goes "you rucky gerr" (you lucky girl) i went happily back to my locker and get ready for the next period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im going to do a countdown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- 48days to HOLIDAYS (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-unknown number of days till i go back.. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thats all for now.. got to go airport liaoz.. bye &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112927766765719864?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112927766765719864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112927766765719864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112927766765719864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112927766765719864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-or-angry-or-sad.html' title='Happy or angry or sad?'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112920935749167465</id><published>2005-10-13T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T06:15:57.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off at Maple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Im so bloody pissed off. i waited to whole day for 10pm (my time) and guess what? they extended it to 30mins more... thats alright i guess.. but the for the THIRD time they bloody hell change it to 12pm. KKNCCBNB. i heck care that im being so vulgar. but i cant help me lor... feel like beating up the stupid GM. i have like 5 people on msn with their nicks saying complaining that maple got extended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;here are some examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/msnnick2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/400/msnnick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sure nobody will believe that anyone would write that... well you're right.. thats because im the one. many hokkien swear words. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/msnnick21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/400/msnnick2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my friend would kill me if the person saw his msn nick. oh well... sianz?! IS THAT ALL? ANGRY ABIT MORE CAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/msnnick31.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/1600/msnnick32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3283/724/400/msnnick32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; offline already.. but his nick is quite updated eh? hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;going to get killed if they saw their msn nicks here. lol. going to sleep liaoz. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112920935749167465?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112920935749167465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112920935749167465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112920935749167465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112920935749167465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/10/pissed-off-at-maple.html' title='Pissed off at Maple'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112903318392917085</id><published>2005-10-11T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T05:19:43.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i had swimming. OMFG, I NEARLY DIED. we went to this swimming place and we had to indoor pool. yay... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not.&lt;/span&gt; the pool is hardly heated. just ABIT warm. so we had to do like freestyle, breaststroke, backstroke. OMG, you should have seen how bloody evil the woman is. she made us swim back and forth different time CONTINUOUSLY. everytime half way through swimming, i would stop and gasp for air, and the girl behind me would catch up. thats not fair. after reaching the end, STILL GOT PEOPLE ASKING ME TO MOVE. excuse me, i know you're good and all, but please let me fucking get some air before i go lah. so no choice but to swim back. swim back i also stop halfway, walk abit, then continue swimming. she made us do like 20 laps all together. then after that we had to change. im like WTF. i thought i came here to LEARN how to swim, not be TIRE TO DEATH by some freaking lady. geez, if i know i dont go swim loh. kaobei. then after swimming the last lap i felt so sick. cannot walk properly, feel so sick.. like want to vomit. on the bus ride back to school i felt worse. luckily i didnt throw up. i went to my locker to get my clarinet for my band audition, and i took a OT. so i nibbled something on the way to calaroga for the audition. after eating that i didnt feel that sick anymore, so i had my band audition and i played really bad... maybe not bad.. but ok. the band teacher was saying something about my tounge-ing. i have no idea what the heck she is talking about, so i just nod my head like a dodo, and walk out of the place. guess it was alright. im sure i will get into ONE band only.. not TWO. clarinet teacher will be dissapointed? i dunno... heck care larhs. end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112903318392917085?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112903318392917085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112903318392917085' title='0 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this stupid fucking disgusting breakfast. we watch a video on breakfast for about 1 period then the next period we make the breakfast. so disgusting lor... is you toast the bread, then you mix a raw egg, cheese, bacon and pasley. mix already you put on top of the bread and put it in the grill to cook. meanwhile we cut a orange, the orange got pattern sia. zigzag. then when the bread cook liaoz, we go sit down and eat. i eat one, so jia lat. so disgusting got so much cheese. then i eat half of the orange hor, the stupid orange juice all squirt all over me, but the orange quite sweet. then after i quite full liaoz, still got one more bread and half a orange left. the teacher suddenly say "go wash the dishes now, you got 5min before the bell ring. if you cant finish the orange, bring it home. the oranges are expensive". diaoz, so i quickly walk pass the teacher and da bao all the leftover home. i also in the end never eat the bread lor, then i give my father the other half of the orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112849546649999263?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112849546649999263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112849546649999263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112849546649999263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112849546649999263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-we-cooked-breakfast.html' title='Yesterday we cooked breakfast'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112813081281851420</id><published>2005-09-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:43:18.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i may have mention this in lots of post, but i think i may want to go back to singapore. going back means more homework, more stress, need to study three times harder than others, going to fail most of my subjects BUT i will have heaps more friends... i think. i nearly cried when my father told me that i wouldnt have a chance in the education there. what will happen if i go to ITE?? i also dont know what school i will go to. i have a place in BVSS, but should i go there? or should i go to another school? im feeling so stress right now... so just take a gun and shoot me. i cant live anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112813081281851420?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112813081281851420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112813081281851420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112813081281851420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112813081281851420'/><link rel='alternate' 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what. oh wth, i will just write anyone i can think of... not according to who my best friend or enemy or whatever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;name twenty people you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. yanjing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. larry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. ning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. lilin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. bethany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. davita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. jiajia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. johnathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. jun yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. marianna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. jemina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. vivian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. tiangyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how did you meet 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;erm.. since i was born. shes my older cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what would you do if you never met 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i actually dont know the person. untill i saw him in my church and school. so i wont be .... cannot say la. paiseh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what do you honestly think of 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shes very fun in maple. like to bully larry with me. wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;have you ever liked 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pri3 that time know her. of course la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if 1 died tomorrow, what is one thing that you would like to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG. NOOOO. i will grieve for her and pray that she may rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;would 2 / 11 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eeeeeeee... no lor. both girls. no lesbian please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do you think 12 is hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ahem. generally im not sure. shes my cousin. *coughscoughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;would 1 / 17 make a lovely couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EWWWW... not another lesbian couple again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tell me something about 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nice straight hair (: but abit frizzy. lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do you know any of 3's family members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yup. i think i know one of her cousin whos her neighbour. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on a scale of one - ten how cute do you think 14 is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cannot say bah. later she kill me how, shes my cousin again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what would you do is 4 professed their undying love for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*tries not to vo...m..it..* eh.. so funny. that day he siaosiao, in maple call me dear. but sadly he forgot the next day. sheeesh, guys are so what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what language does 19 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chinese and english. maybe some hokkien? i dunno much about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who is 8 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shes single. we go to an ALL GIRLS school lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is 4 the sexiest bitch alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. LMAO. WAHAHAHAAHA. SO FUNNY. no la, he is a guy. so not really a female dog. LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is 15 your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ehhh... ex what? he is my ex classmate and schoolmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do you ever see yourself with 12 / 18?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no. one is my cousin and one is my old friend who had a transfer ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how is 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;being a loner now. LOL. just kidding. shes a prefect aka counciller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what do you think of 1 - 20?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all friends/cousins obviously... but they all random people i put so.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what did you think of this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NICE. some of the questions damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112800507932751875?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112800507932751875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112800507932751875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112800507932751875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112800507932751875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/09/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112795813848025900</id><published>2005-09-28T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:42:51.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relized something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have realized that nothing last forever. Including friends. We all have to move on. And after 10 years later you might not even remember that person. it really scares me, but thats reality. At sec 1 you miss your primary school, at JC/POLY 1 you miss your secondary school. im really afraid to move on... i wish everything will stay the same. well, nothing last forever. Im at the point of deciding whether to go back to sg anot. will i be able to fit back into the education system? and fail all my subjects? or will i stay here and go back to sg after university? im scared to face reality. I HATE MY LIFE. i really dunno what to choose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112795813848025900?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112795813848025900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112795813848025900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112795813848025900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112795813848025900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/09/relized-something.html' title='Relized something'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112780783628179720</id><published>2005-09-27T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:44:20.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TO ALL THOSE REGULAR READERS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so sorry i have not post for LLLOOONNNGGG time. im was very busy that time, so i went on hiatus. NOW IM BACK!!! wooooo. Sunday i went to the royal melbourne show. the ticket very expensive leh. then go in MUST PAY MORE. pay more for those funfair rides lor. i only ride one rollercoaster but it sucked. i got a shoulder cramp after that. so what lor... wasted $6. then me and my dad went to see the dog show quite ok bah. except some of them dont even listen to their owner. LOL. then we walk walk walk then eat lunch. we finally settled for hotdog and then we walk walk again. we went to see all those animals.. cows are the worst nia.. all the shit all over the place. smelly like hell. i sound like those city girl sia. but TRUE!!! it really stinks. then we went to see sheep, dog, cat..etc. we spent like most of our time walking around the massive place, and seeing what showbag we buy. i dunno whether to choose Dolly or Girlfriend mag showbag leh. so i pick Dolly one cause got free bag. inside got deodarant (which smells weird) , this month mag, sweets, face cream, corn chips and some vouchers.. and of course the bag itself. not really worth it, come to think of it. oh and i started playing maplesea recently, its not as good as ragnarok online. but its free and its 'IN' so i play lor. larry and matthew are my enren. give me alot of things... my blogskin got 2 of them, yanjing and the chiobu... ME! LOL. not chio lar. just kidding around. muhahahaha. going to play maple liao. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112780783628179720?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112780783628179720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112780783628179720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112780783628179720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112780783628179720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='LONG TIME NO POST'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112479853298904431</id><published>2005-08-23T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:47:03.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken or beef?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today we made chicken burgers in home econs. i mean I, ME, MYSELF made chicken burgers. half the class made the same thing. i rather make beef burgers than chicken. the teacher say " those people who standing beside the stove, raise your hand. that would be my partner. you will be making beef burgers". next she said " those people who standing beside the sink, raise your hand. that would be me. you will be making chicken burgers". gosh. that is sick. i shivered when the teacher gave me the raw chicken. it looked utterly gross. and the marinate was GROSS. marinate for chicken burger is spring onion, parsley and tomato sause. mix then with raw chicken and cook. i mean like GROSS. its sooooo sick. then i got to grill my bun and add some weird spread to it. i tasted each of the spread by scooping abit with the knife and tasting it. all taste weird. so i just took one which the girl before me took. since it was a greek spread and she was greek. then another 2 girls came and took the brown looking one. i asked what is that, another girl who also came to took some spread said the it was chicken with something. and the white one which i took was yoghurt with something. i was like eeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww gross. but she said it was really yum. so no choice lor, since i already spread. then i added all those yucky things like tomatoes and cabbage. well then all of the class sit down and try the food. mine was alright. but i ate half of it and threw the rest away. oh, and i had to wash. washing the frying pan was gross shit. it turned all the water black. yuckyuckyuck. but i managed to wash all the dishes and still alive. yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112479853298904431?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112479853298904431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112479853298904431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112479853298904431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112479853298904431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/08/chicken-or-beef.html' title='Chicken or beef?'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112454953945259907</id><published>2005-08-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:44:46.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEARING post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could not blog yesterday due the overwhelming emotions i have. i cried again. &lt;em&gt;twice.&lt;/em&gt; in front of my classmates. i could not help to control my feelings. here comes the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;period one: geo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;things were alright then. but teacher didnt come, got a relief. we just did our treasure map and thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;period two: chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after geo, this greek girl came to me and said "sorry to be mean but why dont you talk in class? why do you copy our work?" im like shocked. i said "when did i copy your work?". she replied " well you copied another girl`s idea and you used it." im now seriously sad and angry. how could she say that to me. then i started to cry and the girl saw me and ask us what she told me and the girl goes "i told her what i told you". then she brought her to a corner, and people who saw was just handing me tissues and padding my back. geeez. the least they could do was scold her. im going to &lt;strong&gt;SWEAR&lt;/strong&gt; right now. leave before its too late. msg to the girl, i dont care if she sees this. YOU MOTHER FUCKER. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME. YOU ARE REALLY PISSING ME OFF. YOU ARE SUCH A WANNABEE. EXCUSE ME BUT IF YOU KEEP OPENING YOUR BIG MOUTH TALKING, WHO IS GOING TO LISTEN??! FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FUCKING WANNABEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there. all my anger all gone. *beams widely* the chinese teacher didnt really notice my red eyes and constant sniffing. thats really weird. we made chinese lanterns. bahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;period three and four: religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i finished off my homework on the computers. guess what? she &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY &lt;/strong&gt;asked me "can i sit beside you?". i just nodded my head. i wanted to scream "LEAVE ME ALONG BITCH!" but i couldnt of course. i asked her afew questions and she thinks im her friend again. well im NOT. get a life. after what you said to me. i just asked her for help and thats it. no more. humph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i had clarinet lesson. teacher gave 10 more mins to the previous group before us. not fair. ohhh. i get to learn the pink panther song. the one that goes [ the ta the ta the ta the ta the ta the the ta... ] well cant say here. abit confusing right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;period five: maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i came like 10mins late because of clarinet lesson. we had a test, and the teacher didnt scold me. yay. well i was one of the first to finish. so quite good already. compared to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to Chaddy to shop. utterly embarassing shopping with parents. went to like 4 surf shops and couldnt even find something on discount. i went to a roxy shop it was nice. but i highly doubt they are going to have discounts. one top cost at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; $40&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;i dont have that much money. so in the end just bought a mag with free hair dye. weeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112454953945259907?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112454953945259907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112454953945259907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112454953945259907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112454953945259907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/08/swearing-post.html' title='SWEARING post'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112435911046748058</id><published>2005-08-18T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:45:01.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I havent blog for like sssssssssssssooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long. *sigh( im like so stressed right now compared to last semester. i have a assignment due at &lt;em&gt;least &lt;/em&gt;every week, thats why i have no time. did i mention that i blew up my school internet credits? im like so stressed. we have to do this aim test this term. it was all right though. phew. today we had reflection day. no idea why they have it. we went to this place its like really nice with all the landfields, sheeps, cows and horses. but its like in the middle of nowhere. it was quite all right. we played a game, then did some dancing, then draw our ideal friend with good qualities. we had lunch break and all of them quickly ate and went outside to look at the scenery and hopefully get to touch the sheeps. which of course they managed to get close to but thanks to the game me and afew classmates were playing, they ran away. gosh, they were so pissed off with us. they tried several times after that though. after lunch we had to make a play with a song. its not fair though. other groups have fashion show and a cool dance song. we got a boring one. booo. i shall not describe how we did it. its too complicated. thats all for today. i got my religios interview and science report due &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;. cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112435911046748058?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112435911046748058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112435911046748058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112435911046748058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112435911046748058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/08/reflection-day.html' title='Reflection day'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112367610719338546</id><published>2005-08-09T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:57:07.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just want to wish singapore a very 40th happy birthday. I LOVE SINGAPORE TO THE CORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some nice comments =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is where i belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;has loads of YUMMY food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGA&lt;/span&gt;PORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is always warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;has lots of high rise buildings. ( good or bad? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't think of any more nice stuff. bleh. the PORE is not missing just highlight to see the PORE of SINGAPORE. one of my friends birthday is also on the 9th of august. but not 40 years old larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just love singapore forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mwwwwwwwwwahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112367610719338546?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112367610719338546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112367610719338546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112367610719338546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112367610719338546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!!!'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112254161842798501</id><published>2005-07-28T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:57:23.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Played netball the WHOLE day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today i played netball for ssssssooooooooo long. my leg is now sore and i think i have blisters. we had two periods of classes then we walked to another school to play netball. we had science at first, we used the microscopes. but most people were not really observing. the teacher provided this squirt bottle to hold the specimen down. but everyone started fooling around and started playing with water. they play for sssooo long then teacher actually realise that they were playing. we had RE next, total bore as usual. the teacher was like irritated by the jack hammer sound and the vibrations. haha. she made us do questions. SOOO BORING! she let us out 1 min early. then we pack our bags and get ready at the front of the school. we walk all the way to the school. then start playing. here is a list of positions i played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WD: i think i was best at this position? not sure. but i quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA: GOSH! i was against WD, and this girl has a really HARD body. block me ah, so hard to get over and overcome her sia. and i never played the position again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GD: basically i have a good team and they did most of the work. so i didnt do much. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GS: i did GS for my last game, i shoot &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; goal and everyone was like cheering for me. next min, "FIONA!!! WATCH THE BALL!!!" im like...wtf. give me my moment of glory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh and we while we were playing on the grass patch, i fell THREE times. gosh. my butt is so pain sia. then i manage to block the ball BUT it hit me face. so bad luck sia. we won all the games except for 2. one draw and one loss. and our school won the netball game. woooooooooo. i have like a maths survey task to hand up, badminton training AND clarinet practice TOMORROW! argh. fuck it. so much too do, so little too time. haiz... so terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112254161842798501?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112254161842798501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112254161842798501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112254161842798501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112254161842798501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/played-netball-whole-day.html' title='Played netball the WHOLE day'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112203728244975388</id><published>2005-07-22T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:57:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Added loads to my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woah. i added lots of things today. i added a music player, i edited my profile and i looked for html code for the picture all tried to understand all this html stuff. took me a long time to figure out norrhs. check it out when you're free orhh (: I think im going to change the pattern of my blog much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first period geo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we had the entire period to the the poster. but i only did the map of singapore which im pissed off, cause there are like 10 million roads. maybe not. i should have sone something better though. heck care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;second period chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after geo teacher left, all those girls go and write "ni hao wo lao". spell wrongly nia. then they change to "ni hao wu lau" hehe. reminds me of wah lau. then the teacher was very happy cause they all write "we love you". hahaha. siao derhh. then the students ask her to say "dui bu qi wo chi dao le". haha. then she made us say "mei guan xi" sshhhesshhh. like that also need. bleh. maddie acutually TALKED to me and put her hand on my shoulders like a friend. wwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. and hi5ed me. pretty lame... but im happy =D I got 2 sweets aka lollys in aussie language. bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;recess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nothing much. bex SAT with me cause her friend was not here today. hmmm... pretty suspicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;third and fourth &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; RE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;arrghh. first &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; RE.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;teacher was not her today. yay. but father martin came and talk to us about meanings of mass and all that. so boring nia. yawning away. one period have passed, and finally the father decided to leave. thank the lord. then next period got to do some work. then the teacher explain and explain about abraham,then i needed to go for clarinet lesson. but i didnt ask the teacher. the clock was ticking. she went to the board and write something then i went and tell her and left the class. i run all the way to the locker like some siaocharbo. took my clarinet, books, report and folder. threw it on top went to toilet and ran all the way to calaroga and found that im 5 mins EARLY. great just great. band teacher ask me why i absent i say i was sick then she ask me what about the previous week, i say i forgot. haha. then the clarinet teacher keep eating while she teach me. the other girl never come. this girl i hate ALOT came and join us for the lesson. she SUCKED at clarinet. i at least sounded better. MUHAHAHAHA. not to be show off or anything. she SERIOUSLY sounded terrible. squeeky and not clear. then we play for few more mins then dismiss. pack clarniet and walk back to locker. at locker there, i saw her clarinet case fell off and the clarinet pieces all came out. HAHAAHAHAHAHA! ORBI! then the girl i was suppose to have lesson saw me already then shouted "OMG! i forgot about my lesson, can you believe that?" hurhur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fifth period maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did the survey thing for the whole period. computers were FULLY booked and so i basically didnt get anything done except for asking people for the survey thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sixth period science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did nothing. just write some stuff and went through the book. she give us work to do but in the end she NICE to us. dont give us homework. yay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;end of day. very tired liaoz. need to sleep. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112203728244975388?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112203728244975388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112203728244975388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112203728244975388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112203728244975388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/added-loads-to-my-blog.html' title='Added loads to my blog'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112193769171026704</id><published>2005-07-21T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:58:08.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame time at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think from now on i blog stuff that i think is worth blogging. getting lazy to talk about the day. haha. so first period was french and i handed up my french celebs thing. then we had to do this listening comprehension which i think they mostly talking rubbish. i like most of the time could not understand what the hell they are saying. bleh. then got science, the only interesting part was just using the microscope to see blood cells and stuff. then recess. after recess was english. we didnt do much we just use the computer. i was typing up my story lerh. very lame. somemore got to draw. sian diao. then had homwroom. we got to draw picture of ourselves. most of us draw stick figures with a nice head and a triangle dress. hahaha. and then we got to stick our pictures on this paper which is drawn like a football field. they called it footy aka aussie football. while i was drawing this girl ask me "have you been to a footy game?" i was like "no"do you know the rules of a footy game?" again i said "no" then she explain to me that footy is like soccer lor. then we got to sit in a circle and see where we want to paste our stick figures. after she do all the girls only left me. wtf lor. then she ask me i say "the place where they do less work" what to do... i dont know ANYTHING about the fucking footy. they just paste me down near the goalie. ahaha. aiya. hate care la! then lunch time i did my english story. since i know i wont do it at home. we had PE next. we had to choose between netball or hockey for this year 7 game they are hosting. i choose netball since i suck at hockey more then netball. blah. anyway, some of them never bring mouthgard, so we cannot play the real game. but we just did some warm-ups. i dunno what happen but halfway thru warm-up, my mouth got too much saliva, because of the stupid yucky mouthguard. i wanted to go already then the teacher call us and tell us what to do for warm-up next. then i want to go the water cooler also cannot go...haiz. after she finish saying, i quickly threw my stick and ran to the water cooler and phhheeewwwwww all the saliva. so yucky. hopefully no one see lerh. then i wash my mouth and mouthguard and quickly go back to the game. yuckyuckyuck! after PE, we had maths. we got to make out this survey and ask everyone in class. i ask everyone in class then i had no choice, got to ask my enemy. i stand infront of her, she PRETEND to ignore me. then i say her name louder. then she look at me. i ask her to help me do the survey. my survey was what is your favourite show. dunno whether anot she PURPOSLY go and mark my survey as none. like no tv show that is listed here. HATE her. STUPID IDIOT BITCH!!! then i do another one i dont ask her. stupid snobbish bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112193769171026704?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112193769171026704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112193769171026704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112193769171026704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112193769171026704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/lame-time-at-school.html' title='Lame time at school'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112184349684898593</id><published>2005-07-19T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:59:07.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffed potatoes...EEWWWW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today nothing much happen lor... but the most interetsing subject was probably food tech aka home econs. we spend like first period listening to how to cut mushroom, grate carrot and all that cooking stuff. then tell us need to do this do that. talk so long. then got to take out all our untensils then get the food. i quickly do that do i can get the salami. only limited pieces. so quickly grab lorh. haha. got to take 3 vege so YUCK lor. then we got to take 1 meat (the salami is meat) then got to take butter, milk and pepper. i go back to my bench take my cup go back take milk and pepper. they all use the measuring tablespoon to pour the milk but then i overheard need to use the teaspoon to pour the milk. so i went back to my bench. pour out some and then start chopping the veges. i actually suppose to cut the salami last but i cut it second. stupid me. later kena contaminated. haiz. so dont care la. just continue doing. then take the potato cut it into half, scoop out the inside, mash it and mixed it with the veges. then stuffed it back into the potatoes and sprinkle cheese. open the microwave then the teacher help me press. after that then i realised that i didnt put in the butter. ahhhhh. so after finish microwaving i put in the butter since it will melt easily with the hot ingredients. stir the ingredients and done. then i started eating. YUCK! taste like crap. got corns and peas and green capsicans. YUCK! YUCK!YUCK! i eat halfway cannot ta han already. secretly go and throw all the veges away. then help wash up. my partner wash also not clean. still got soap foam on the knife, washing board...etc. then she say i fussy. kao eh. you yourself also never do the job properly. then i got to dry the dishes leh. i use her cloth and my cloth to dry the dishes, only fair what. she also really dont care lerh, so i use. haha (: teacher sopt check say our plates are wrong and ask me to check the cupboard opposite us. i check all green plates. then the other girl say she got 3 blue plates and 1 yellow plate. so we swap. my partner ask her to wash first but the teacher just take and wipe it and put it back into the cupboard. we look at each other. so yuck lor. teacher ask us to wash she herself never be a good example to us. bleh. then finish already we sit down and watch a video. thats about all for what happen. oh btw, the maths teacher didnt check our books BUT he gave us a fuckin table task. argh. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112184349684898593?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112184349684898593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112184349684898593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112184349684898593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112184349684898593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/stuffed-potatoeseewwww.html' title='Stuffed potatoes...EEWWWW!'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112167660879224651</id><published>2005-07-18T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:00:48.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad hair day...argh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im like very very pissed off now. and mostly stressed too. Today we had double science lor. then the teacher did something different. but the topic is still on the lame forensic science lerh. so anyway we did this thing. she go and shine this picture on the OHP and ask us to remember and be eyewitnesses. then she give us a plastic sheet that have lots of nose, lips, scars, eyes. then got to cut out and combine them to form the picture she shine on the OHP. so lame sia. but fun nia. me and liv got the eyes wrong. then we quickly change the eyes. hahahaha. cause if correct get 1 point. then got to do another face. we make already then the teacher ask for volunteer to make the face. liv raise her hand nia. but then i never go up with her and do. hahaha. she raise her hand derhh not my problem larh. so she go and make the face. then all this shouting came saying "nonono its wrong. turn it upside down. nono..its his left" and all that crap lah. then got maths, the teacher say got to check our books!!! die!!!! no bother really does maths cause the teacher doesnt check but now die already!! then had french got to do the celebs thing. teacher only give us 20 MINS!!!!!!! stingy poker!!!! then after 20 mins she say "girls quickly go back to the classroom go log out NOW!" hardly got time to do at all. most of it i do at home derhh. now i need to find more infromation sia. like very little words like that. lunch that time i go library and use this COREL photo paint. i open my old image i do before and added some stuff to it. then this girl and her friend sit beside me. then the girl ask "hey. how did you do that can you teach me?" i tried to teacher her lah but my voice sound very akward. after that got this year 7 thing. at first i saw my friend that i went to the gym because she also go there. but then i saw her PE teacher let them in. i was like OMG! go wrong place. i quickly run all the way back to the hall. i saw one of my classmate standing outside the hall and she told me the chinese teacher just went and i need to mark off my name. so i run all the way to B7. i quickly run pass the teacher on the staircase up. then i sit down panting like siao. then she just ask who never come and then got to GO BACK. wah kao. i so tired sia. then we go to hall hear this sister talking about her trip to africa and about the people there...blahblahblah. quite boring but i manage to stay awake. hahaha. after that got geo teacher go thru textbook and ask us to do some questions. so difficult nia. i think do history better. stop here liaoz. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112167660879224651?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112167660879224651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112167660879224651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112167660879224651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112167660879224651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/bad-hair-dayargh.html' title='Bad hair day...argh'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112152062826576349</id><published>2005-07-16T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T06:30:28.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today didn't really do anything except play computer and stay at home the whole day. haha. its on of my favourite times. but i also did my famous french celeb thing. i did mine on brigitte bardot. no idea why. just did. i did it on point form but i dont think thats what the teacher wants. hate care la. i also look for pictures and definations my geo poster. after that i sent it to my school e-mail account for printing. my printer is completely redundant. it just sits there with no ink and all that we use it for is scanning things. so lame right. then after that i started doing some crap stuff. then me n yj talk for awhile, then she go plaze. then after that i go church. after church, me and my mum went to walk all the way in the dark to a pizza shop nearby. we ordered the same thing last week. the pizza was Giovanni's Special. but we ask the guy to replace the olives with mushrooms and he did. but this time there was this fat guy behind the counter. he was ok with the no olives part, BUT he wanted to charge us 60cents for extra mushrooms. wtf la. then mum dont want to pay cause last time we got it free. so we STILL paid $7.30 for pizza with olives. damm that guy. so walk home and we sprinkle cheese and eat. not as nice as last week. last week the another guy who made the pizza spread this hot sause around the pizza before putting in the ingredients but this guy put the ingredients then dump the sause in the middle. shit ass guy done a sloppy work. so then turn on laptop and start playing again. then me and yj created a new blog since our old was really retarted and last update was like on the 22nd feb. couldnt think of a new name at first so we ended up with "starrsjiiemeii" haha. quite nice and quite lame lerhh. then i do the layout and taggy and all that crap. yj toulan sia. and im sitting on a chair which is really retarded cause its quite low so it strains my muscle when i type. so i aint gonna type longer anymore. till then, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112152062826576349?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112152062826576349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112152062826576349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112152062826576349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112152062826576349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/nothing-much-happening.html' title='Nothing much happening'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112132411503378584</id><published>2005-07-13T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:02:07.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sick already...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today was a bad-ok kinda day. woke up around 7:20am. then lazy to get up then bad mood. lol. i bad mood if i dont get enough sleep in the morning. so change went to school lerh. going out that time see the whole place so wet like that and all muddy all over the place. was damm cold. did the usual packing of locker. bell rang then went to homeroom. i give the teacher a note for not coming to school and she terror...maybe not la. but anyway she ask this 2 girls from my class to tell me what h/w i got. only need to check my science pracs. i got one prac havent finish so while teacher talk and notices are read i quickly draw an anyhow-looks-decent-enough drawing of the concave and convex mirrors. then went to science teacher teach. bell rang went all the way up to B7 for RE. we watch the last part of prince of egypt then teacher talk talk talk say dunno got what task must do. say must interview someone. aunt/uncle etc. wah seh. lame eh. then got 1 person extra got to hand up the mary mozac. i havent done finish yet. then she ask who still havent pass up i dare not raise my hand. aiyar. by tomorrow must handup sia. recess went to library and went to computer. tried using photoshop for like 2mins and the bell rang. had maths teacher go thru the test. mostly people not listening. then need what graph paper to learn how to draw graph. i dont have sia. then also need to buy. sian ah. then got homeroom. girl brought this slice thing quite rubbery. like not nice. but they all say yum. ke siao one. then got what crap discussion about the holidays. then discuss about report. talk a little bit then stop already. teacher went to get prezzie for me and one girl. cause our b'day was in the holidays. i dunno which one to choose lor. then me and the girl shake it afew prezzie. lol. the this girl from my class, lex, birthday never get prezzie so she also take one. the other girl she took lex's prezzie cause lex say "take the brown-gold one, is a good present" so i think in the end thats up she took lex present. she got a sportsgirl bracelet while i got 3 bracelets and one blueberry lip butter. and i forgot what lex got. then lunch went to library to use computer again. went to a website for tutorials but tried also dont understand. i try again and read carefully and manage to do what the tutorials did. then the bell rang. we had french and geo next. we did this french natioal day worksheet since it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;national day today. she gave us one of this choc-caramel nugget. i didnt want to eat it untill i got home. but then she gave us another one. so i ate one and keep one for later. she then gave us this effiel tower cut-out thing. so we cut it and then fold the side and glue them together. we did this for the rest of the period. we then meet the new geo teacher. shes quite nice. but then when she tried to remember my name she call me vivien. wtf la. i dont even LOOK like vivien. i corrected her and then she just talk about the geo poster we have to do. bleh. one lesson start to tell us about geo task already. then after that tell us to design front page for the last 10 mins. bell ring. go to locker. then hor i put my nugget inside my pocket. pack up and went to homeroom. after homeroom went to locker with bex to get my mozac and waterbottle. went to the gate then i started searching for my nugget. DONT HAVE!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! haiz. regret la. should have ate it in class. then it started raining heavily as i walk. then i started skip-running like some siao char bo. stand below tree for while then start running again. so terror. then i stand infront of my house and wait for the girls to go. wah kao eh. take so long. then i run in my house. shoe wet. BLAZER wet. on the heater and keep dry. my fringe was like dangling soaked. had a warm bath then now typing blog and having lunch. wah. hectic day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112132411503378584?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112132411503378584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112132411503378584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112132411503378584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112132411503378584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-sick-already.html' title='Not sick already...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112123602882596511</id><published>2005-07-12T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:04:39.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night i dunno why suddenly have a big headache or porbably a migrane. it hurts so bad. couldnt sleep. i think it was around 5 something am? tell my mother she ask me to go under the blanket. i cannot ta han already really very pain. summore one sided. right side pain. then i wanted to vomit like that. woah so horrible experience. want to vomit also cannot vomit. sianz. then i keep sitting near the heater and keep going to the kitchen cause got the feeling like want to vomit like that. in the end i bring a small ice-cream tub beside me. tried to sleep but the pain got worse. i think i fall asleep then wake up and vomjt into the tub, then fall asleep again. my mum tell me not to go to school, dont go lor. but i never miss school before and absent. so guai leh. i fell asleep again but then was wakon up around 9am by my mum who was calling me. i tell her no migrane already, she ask me want to go to school anot, i say dont want la. so late and oso not feeling that well. answer telephone already went to bed and sleep. wake up again at 11am cause i thought got that 70s show but in the end also nothing to see sia. all those kiddy kiddy show. lame. but i watch it anyway, since i didnt feel like moving and didnt have the mood to play computer. then i eat some biscotti in bed and drink tea. whole morning just watch tv. i make a chicken sandwiche for lunch. i watch oprah wifney show untill 3pm then start playing computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thats all for now. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.S notice that the font is green? looks like the colour i vomited. EEWWWW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112123602882596511?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112123602882596511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112123602882596511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112123602882596511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112123602882596511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112048567349352384</id><published>2005-07-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:03:48.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obession with FANLISTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wwwooooooooooooooo. my latest obsession is... FANLISTING. if you look scroll down the box beside this i am a FAN or many colour/person/food/animal etc. haha. but its not in organized order. i go accroding to what time i joined the fan listing. hehehe. i sumited a digimon blogskin at a late time just now hoping that there will be more comments. but was i WRONG. 3 comments so far. booooo. one girl said it was OUTDATED. wtf lar. digimon one is my favourite lehs, not my biz if you dont like it right?!! sleepy now. ZzZzz. cannot type liaoz. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112048567349352384?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112048567349352384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112048567349352384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112048567349352384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112048567349352384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/obession-with-fanlisting.html' title='Obession with FANLISTING'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112037890720666026</id><published>2005-07-03T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:03:12.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumited 3 Blogskins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WOOO!!! i sumited 3 blogskins to blogskins. 3 days in a row. today is the 3rd day... feeling so cool. LOLS. haiz...here holiday nothing to do, so boring. everyone got go out while i just sit here with my beloved lousy laptop. feel like downloading gunbound to my mother's new laptop, but scared she scold me. these few days not much to update. but last wednesday we went to this big shopping centre. my mother and i take the train to this place to wait for my auntie to fetch us to the shopping centre which was nearby. we went walk around looking for things to buy ler. but in the end they buy nothing i bought one roxy wallet. not exactly VERY nice but okok larhs. im still looking for the perfect roxy hat but still have not find it yet. after looking at many surf shops. then we went to eat our lunch i order pork ribs and lemon chicken and rice. i wanted sweet and sour pork but dont have lor. but the pork ribs taste abit like sweet and sour pork. then my mum and my auntie (her sister) go and order this crispy vege thing. very crispy but very oily. i only eat one mouth full sia. then we finish eating we walk a little bit more then we go back to my auntie house to spent the night. when we got there my cousin had his friends over. they keep making alot of noise lor. then at ngiht i cannot sleep cause they make alot of noise. then after they left i fell asleep. next morning we went shopping again. my auntie went and buy a formal dress. i bought nothing. hehe. dont want to type already. bye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-112037890720666026?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112037890720666026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112037890720666026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112037890720666026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112037890720666026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/07/sumited-3-blogskins.html' title='Sumited 3 Blogskins'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-112011742335862783</id><published>2005-06-30T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T04:25:43.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiz I took</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found this online quiz while browsing a blogskin designer blog. See what they have to say about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that is quite true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;err... maybe. but i think most people judge by looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yup! duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you must be joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ya i do. but im too young to start working. ahahahahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that would be great... i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am not the courageous type la. and yes, im afraid of failure. FAIL my exams = DIE! thats why im afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yup it is. but i dont think im independent enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MATURE?! ahahahahahaha. GOOD ADVICE?! ahahahahaha. people dont ask me for comments larhs. err... i dont have relationship so most problems need my head to ressolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/9887235-112011742335862783?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/112011742335862783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=112011742335862783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112011742335862783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/112011742335862783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/06/quiz-i-took.html' title='A quiz I took'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111986839877542103</id><published>2005-06-27T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T03:33:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Update...LOLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Long time never update liaoz. ahhhh. i want to update buy lazy la. i talk about friday. friday was footy colours day. then i got no scarf or anything lor. actually my "friend" was suppose to lend me in exchange fot the sims hot date. in the end ALSO NEVER LENT. hate her la. then i go to school without any footy things. heng ah got quite a number also never bring. then we had our LAST drama lesson. YAY!!! drama is so damm boring. but the last day we play some games. then we had lesson. fast forward to lunch. during lunch i went to buy a sausage from the sausage sizzle stall for $1.50. so expensive!! then i went to sit down with another group of girls. i decided to change my friendship group ma. after 10 min, they annouce "sausage are now $1" KNN!! recduce leh!!! i wanted to buy but i neeed to borrow another 50 cents so i decided not to buy lor. after 10mins again, they annouce "sausage are now 50cents" WTF!!!!! so cheap!!! KNN!!! then i wait 5 min then i hate care la, go and buy. i go there see like almost 1 or 2 piece left. i still wait then this girl got the last piece and they annouced no more. then the lunch bell rang. hahaha, lucky never buy. during class they annouce how much cans each house collect. Waratah lost to Kurrajung BY 1 CAN!!! i feel so guilty. i got 1 can i suppose to donate but i never donate. if i donate then its a DRAW. ahhh. so what one lor. i lazy to write anymore la. bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111986839877542103?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111986839877542103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111986839877542103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111986839877542103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111986839877542103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-updatelols.html' title='Finally Update...LOLS'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111827869674197650</id><published>2005-06-08T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:47:51.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop not working...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haiz... at home computer not working sia. now i at school blogging. feeling so down now at recess so decided to blog. the stupid laptop cant even on. so im stuck at home doing nothing but watching lame shows. sssooooo bbboooorrriiiinnnggg. now i regreted not appreciating the laptop even though it sucks so bad lor. the group dont like me le. so my desicion is made up. im going back to singapore next year. unless a miricle happens and i actutally make friends. if not no chance of staying here. zlich. i oso want to type about what happened during camp, but i got limited time to type so much. gggrrrrrrr... we got this history greek play we are suppose to do and my group have not even started yet. and its TOMORROW!!!!!! im at the library at school, feeling like a lllooossseerrr. bleh. dont want to type anymore. i will blog as soon as my mum gets a new laptop or the old one gets fix. till then... bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111827869674197650?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111827869674197650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111827869674197650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111827869674197650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111827869674197650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/06/laptop-not-working.html' title='Laptop not working...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111728422556842686</id><published>2005-05-28T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:47:33.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went shopping and bought lots of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i went shopping. But in the morning i wake up early cause the damm freakin bus comes every HOUR. So got brush teeth, washe face, eat breakfast. aiya. fast forward. zoom &gt;&gt;&gt;. walking and going to reach the tram stop . while walking there, zoom. the tram pass by. AAHHH!!! miss the tram by a few mins!!!!!! me and my mum then decided to walk further to another road to a bus stop. going to reach there, zoom. the bus go. AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! WTF!!!!!!!!!! MISS AGAIN!!!!!! we decided to try taking the tram again, when walking there half way, zoom. the tram pass by AGAIN!!! kao bei la. so damm dao mei/unlucky. then we got to walk back to the bus stop which is like 5mins walk BACK. so we ended up sitting and standing there for a WHOLE HOUR. so damm cold sia. my hands was like ice. then an hour pass, and the bus FINALLY come. then take ssssoooo long to go to the shopping centre. this shopping centre really VERY BIG. can get lost one. i only see one part leh. ): only go home that time then we realise got ANOTHER PART!!!! AAAHHHH!!! kao bei. so unlucky. i bought 1 jacket, 2 long sleeve and 1 pants. what to do ler...got to buy all this for camp. i just now pack everything. the suitcase like want to burst leh. then i got to put my other pair of running shoe in my bag cause to big, cannot fit in the suitcase. hope i dont freeze to death. i also bought 2 packets of starburst sweets. my mum say dont buy so much. but i want ma. i remember when i queueing to but the shirt, this brat see this jacket i bought earlier. same design, different jacket. she tell her mother "mum this is so nice. please buy me this. i dont have any jacket. pppllllllleeeaaaaseeee" in an annoying voice. the mother keep saying "no. you have enough jackets." but eventually also buy the jacket for the daughter. i feel like telling the daughter "the jacket is nice, but if you're wearing it, it looks CRAP!!!". but i didnt. duhz. she wear clothes quite weird. she got curly hair, she wear this weird comination colour jacket, miniskirt, black knee length pants and running shoe. weird?! then she saw this pink belt and she tell her mum. her mum say "you have enough belt, now BACK OFF! i already spent $160 on your clothes". HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! orbi quack. around 4 o'clock we quickly go to the bus stop. we see this two girls saying we miss the bus by a few mins. WAH KAO!!!!! miss the bus AGAIN!!!!!! wah...really unlucky!!! then we quickly make our way to the other bus. we lucky arrive in time sia. phew. then we go home liaoz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111728422556842686?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111728422556842686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111728422556842686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111728422556842686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111728422556842686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/05/went-shopping-and-bought-lots-of.html' title='Went shopping and bought lots of things'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111719871821635731</id><published>2005-05-27T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T05:08:58.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the better days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today maybe is one of the better days. Maybe not for the starting of the day. We had drama for the first 2 periods. so sianz la. we go in groups then later got to put up a performance with a smelly mask. then after that i got to go for music lesson. i think i see my group not happy like that. then i tell the teacher, then she tell me to show her my music thing. then i dunno what the hell she talking then she show me. she open my planner so pai seh sia. infornt got alot of doodling. haha. then she show me. kao bei la. waste time only. she is the ONLY teacher who need to look at my planner. other teacher say "ok you can go to your music class" she SSSOOO special need to SEE. like dont trust me like that. my partner just run off, never tell the teacher, and never get scolded. KAO BEI!!!!!!!!! IDIOT TEACHER!!!!!!!!! then i had music lesson, miss recess. sssoo hungry. got to wait untill lunch then can eat again. so i take my time to walk back to class from music. so sianz. then we got chinese test. so easy for me. but i got different one lor. ): my partner same class as me then she hate chinese she take even LONGER to get to class. wah kao. come to class late still manage to sit the test in time. diaoz. then after chinese lesson got science. im so dead. i dont even like how to answer the questions on the book. camp is on MONDAY!!!!! im sort of half excited half worried. im worried i got to sit with a annoying girl who is sort of my friend. but she like very sort of weird lor. then i also worried i ended up in the same room as she and her friends. one of her friends like sort of weird weird one. the other one maybe okok la. i very scared!!!! i hope i dont end up in the same room. very HENG i never put their names. i put other people name. so WORRIED!!! but if i end up in their room i'll try to ta han. aaahhh!!!! its killing me!!!!! i shiver at the thought pf sharing a room with them. goosebumps poping up. lol. tomorrow wake up early go shopping. need to buy more clothes and SWEETS! :D hehe...I PRAY REALLY HARD! *squeals*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111719871821635731?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111719871821635731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111719871821635731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111719871821635731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111719871821635731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-of-better-days.html' title='One of the better days'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111674251971561658</id><published>2005-05-21T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:43:39.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People who cant spell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i just look at some blogs from people who i know. some of them cannot spell at all. iif miiex type liikex tiishx veriix niice nehx... ahahahahas. tuhx miie nortt veriix niice nehx. it shows you cant spell. and you're dumb and stupid. and its not cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111674251971561658?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111674251971561658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111674251971561658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111674251971561658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111674251971561658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/05/people-who-cant-spell.html' title='People who cant spell'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111674071695287721</id><published>2005-05-21T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:00:31.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Athletics Day and more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;These few days never update blog liaoz. hahaha...lazy to type. Anywayz, last thursday was Athletics day. like sports day... have hurdles, 100m, shotput...etc. i only in 2 events sia, javelin and ball games. javelin okok la... didnt win anything though. but hor theres this girl quite short, she can throw the javelin about 17METERS. PRO LEH!!! i only throw like 7METERS. haha...lousy right? but some of them suck more than me can even throw properly. then next event i have is ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;games. the ball game we play is tunnel ball. everyone stand up and spread their legs wide wide then first person throw the ball down the "tunnel" and the last person catch it and run infront and throw down the "tunnel" again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waratah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;division A WON!!! YAY!!! aka my group won against 3 other team. then after getting my ONLY ribbon i go back and continue to sit and watch other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after all the events finish, want to go home that time they announce which house won what.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cassia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;won like 4 awards.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kurrajung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;won OVERALL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dianella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waratah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;never win anything. LOL! then last friday all the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kurrajung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pupils/teachers wear this sticker saying "Kurrajung domination". wah lau. hao lian sia. they won OVERALL TWICE!!!! one is this time one is last time swimming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;carnival event. they dont need to hao lian lah!! btw,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kurrajung&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dianella&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waratah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cassia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;are all houses. Yesterday so fun in msn. me and yj chat very long and play sg habbo hotel. i go and "take photo" and make it into msn display pic. so cute!!! hehe. then we did photo swap and got something VERY funny happen which i cannot mention here sia. SSSOOO FUN!!! For today theres this irritating Security alert pop up by norton anti-virus saying that i need to enable my virus protection. when i open the anti-virus software i click enable then stupid thing wont ENABLE it. my fault meh? damm irritating. oso i let my neighbour cat into the house for awhile, i so scared the cat do something. it just walk around and i dunno why suddenly it got angry and when i try to carry it out of the house for like the 3rd time it like want to scratch me so i quickly ran to the door and open it so the cat can go out. and it did. lol. the cat quite clever. when i make the door a little bit open, he use his paw and try to push it open like humans do like that. so funny sia... gonna see whats the cat doing. cya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111674071695287721?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111674071695287721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111674071695287721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111674071695287721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111674071695287721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/05/athletics-day-and-more.html' title='Athletics Day and more...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111638573491679526</id><published>2005-05-17T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:05:45.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissection of a bull's eye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After science lessons and putting my books in my locker i went to the library to blog. here to tell you what happen at the dissection of the eye thing. it was not very scray nor very gross. just an eyeball. one girl in my class felt queasy and ran out of the classroom after seeing the eye. lols. we cut open the eye and all these brown liquidy stuff and jelly came out. eeewwww... me and my partner thought we had cut the lens but when i use my finger WITH GLOVES to dig inside, i found this small little ball. which is the lens. our bull's eye lens was like the size of your little finger's nail. others was like your big toe nail. then we draw the diagram and need to label. i cant be bothered lar... go home then say. hehes. thats all i can remember lar...about the dissection. so after we dissect we went to the computer lab on B level and type out the experiment. one of the girl from the group, sister came. they talk about mali, the girl who ran out of the science lab. the girl's sister say she ask mali why she dont like dree. mali say dree is in the popular group and never talk to her. this make me realised that i have zlich chance to bunk with them. bex ask me to bunk with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; of her friends.&lt;/span&gt; dunno whether to say yes or no. haizz...i hate my life...REALLY BAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111638573491679526?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111638573491679526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111638573491679526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111638573491679526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111638573491679526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/05/dissection-of-bulls-eye.html' title='Dissection of a bull&apos;s eye...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111631352896124864</id><published>2005-05-16T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:56:16.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life just gets worse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NEW update of my sucking life in school. today they gave out this stupid handout saying to choose who you wanna bunk with. like as usual, no one would write my name down. great..just GREAT!! why the fucking hell cant they choose bunk mates for us?!! since the whole MAIN idea is to socialize and make NEW friends. huh...HUH??!!! like thankfully theres this sentence saying if you dont mind being anywhere just tick this sentence. i'll just put afew girls i know, which is HIGHLY doubt they will put my name. who cares anyway? one thing for sure is im not going to enjoy this camp. i have a feeling... the only person who can help me is God... and myself. i cant speak up, i just dunno why lor... which reminds me about something. i have like 2 BIG TASK to do. ones due before the camp and ones due after. AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we got to do all this english thing about this storybook we have to read. LLLAAAMMMMEE!!!! we either have to do lots of art or do lots of writing. i have no idea each section have 5 things that we need to do. i like art but she made us do LOTS of art. like design a costume, draw a scene from the book, draw a fridge that the mother might have in the story...etc. siao right?!! the other one is to write lots of things. and i REALLY REALLY suck at writitng and i NEVER got an A+ in english before. one of 5 task is to write 3 postcards in a WHIMSICAL approach. what the heck is whimsical???!! after camp we got to do this ORAL thing. their idea of ORAL isnt looking at a picture and talking about it and reading a passage. their idea of ORAL is to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TASK 1. talk about your experiences on the camp. your talk should include your inital expectations, a highlight, a challenge, your overall impressions and perhaps a suggestions ifor next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TASK 2. with a partner interview a charater from the book and think about this charater and their experiences, how would they answer this question (be true to the book) and in what situations the interview might take place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TASK 3. tell a tall story to the class. this is the chance to let your imaginations run wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and YYEESS!!!!!!!!! this is what was written on the sheet our eng teacher gave us. and NNOO!!! this is not a lie. i take the time to type out all the crap we have to do in an &lt;strong&gt;ORAL&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHH!!!!!!!!! better not talk about this anymore if not i shoot myself. tomorrow we gonna dissect an bull's eye. so exciting. dunno whether i will vomit anot. lols. gtg now... tomorrow maybe in school i will update bahx. see ya =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111631352896124864?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111631352896124864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111631352896124864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111631352896124864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111631352896124864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-just-gets-worse.html' title='Life just gets worse...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111607586977550582</id><published>2005-05-14T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:03:34.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my school life so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now then i update my blog, after so long. lols. quite busy lor...well school life now seems okok la. i now like adding 's' after words like lols, hahas, hehes. funny right?! recently, i found out this gurl from school also from singapore but in year 8. she must think im freaky since i sent her a message that i saw her blog on on of the computers. lols. on fri it was mevidal day or something for the year8. they were dress in all sort of costumes. and we have like lame new school rules lor... they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. must push tie all the way up the hard collar shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. must pay 20cents if you didnt bring locker key. waseh. siao right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;begining to speak up now. =) yayness!!! hahas. but they like never sms me or talk to me on msn. kao bei la. =( their nicks all got shoutoutz like " GoOd yOu'Re SpEaKiNg uP FiOnA :) " and they oso like to tYpE LiKe tHiS. and NO! they didnt have any shoutouz to me =( idiot lar!!! lols. but i cant expect much since im not their GOOD friend and last time even one of them ask me to leave their group cause i dont talk!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!! i learn a good quote from Peiyi "they laugh at me because im different i laugh at them because they are all the same". they are all the same lor...blah..BLah...BLAH!! talk non stop. i lent money to this girl and she never return me back my money. i lent her 65cents but STILL!!!! i lent her on tues and she still never return me. on friday i go to the canteen i saw her with a $5 note and when i ask her for my money she told me she forgot to bring my money and that was her friend money. kao bei la. on thurs she say she bring. she liar. WHO THE HELL CARES IF SHE IS THE MOST POPULAR GIRL??!!!! and she still dare to borrow money. *sigh* why here dont have da er long. let her borrow money from them and if she never pay, got alot of interest and they will hang pig head on her door. wahahahahas. so evil. &gt;:D sports day coming soon...on thursday. i am like only in 2 events. thats ball games and javelin and the walk. the walk not counted just walk slowly . no ribbons. no nothing. on wed, we're gonna dissect a bull's eye. eeeewwwww... i gona write about it during lunch. lols. btw, i did an egypt history brochure for like last min, so no time to update my blog. gonna get like a B for it. i dunno how to do this kind of thing lor... i mostly just copy n paste from websites. hahas. gtg soon. till next time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111607586977550582?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111607586977550582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111607586977550582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111607586977550582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111607586977550582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/05/update-on-my-school-life-so-far.html' title='Update on my school life so far...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111555446318219171</id><published>2005-05-08T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:02:48.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My life sucks. im jinx for life. the only way to end this curse is to die... but i wont though. just yesterday before church i was playing the computer. i decided to get a drink and i opened the door. WHAM! the door hit my glasses n it broke. i was so shocked. my lens broke. i mean like my lens is so thick. and the lens broke, just like that. now i use double sided tape to stick it together. it sucks. its so obvious, and worse still, i cant find my contact lens. im jinx...as you can see. last year, my glasses got washed away by the sea. now my framless glasses that i paid with my money is gone. now i got to do some shit work for my dad in order to get a new CHEAP pair. i feel like shouting "NO WAY!!!!! I RATHER PAY IT THEN WORK FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!" but as you know, life is unfair. you just gotta listen. im now doing his shit work n typing this with my specs with other half of the lens gona fall out any sec. on friday we had this fiesta thing. we had to PAY to free dress. meaning wear anything you want to school. we had a prayer in homeroom then we had to go to a St.Dominic Church ,which was opposite us, for a mass. after mass, they start setting up stalls selling things like popcorn, candyfloss, hotdog, raffles, crepes. our whole middle school waratah was selling pizza. each of us from middle waratah paid $2 to buy the pizza. and they sell for $2. so lame. i spent $5 overall. $2 for pizza, $1 for trying my luck to get a chocoalte bar, $1 for a soft drink which is spilled half of it, $1 for a popcorn which tasted like like shit. then they annoced that need to change into costume. our costume is big oversized shirt which has no one wants. siao hor? then we went to the drama thether and put "make up". the make up is some brown stuff which smears all over yr face. eewww. one of my friend put so much looks like she landed on mud. we did our dance and play. guess what??! we won overall!!!!!!! with our crap dance and all. i think our play ending sucks compared to others though, lol. our ending is we all standing down there and shouting the waratah cheer. which is not a GOOD ending in my opinion. anwayz, we won!!! thats what is important!!! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111555446318219171?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111555446318219171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111555446318219171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111555446318219171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111555446318219171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111526277380782821</id><published>2005-05-04T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:12:53.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;aiyo... today we got dance rehersal for fiesta, i so tired sia... and yesterday we have double PE so we ended up playing netball for like 100mins. at first we got to run the WHOLE block and back to the school. then after that we play netball. which i like totally suck at. the teacher say must let everyone try a position, in the end oso all those shooting position all go to those people. i always get defence. &gt;=( i hate them leh! so what if i suck lor, my biz right?!! the positon i get is either WD,WA or GD. only last game i get GS. guess they must be angry since i didn't even catch the ball. so bad luck. only once i caught the ball but missed the goal. we play for ssssoooo long... come back home my leg all sore. pain ah!!!! we spent most of our homeroom period practicing the retarted dance. now i sitting in the library writing lor... so sianz sia. btw, when we got back from the dance to homeroom we saw the place so nicely decorated!!!! i made a pizza sign for our stall in the fiesta. looks like shit worx. gtg..better not write now later kena seen by people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111526277380782821?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111526277380782821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111526277380782821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111526277380782821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111526277380782821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-tired.html' title='So tired...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111397910742110279</id><published>2005-04-19T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:22:02.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a bitch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;There a farking bitch in my class. shes my classmate n left hand side locker partner... how dao mei is that? the story goes on very long... when we first started school we were enemies and we are STILL enemies. that bloody farkin bitch!!!!! hope you die!!!!!!!!! you know shes VERY mean!!! last time i always ended up with her suprisingly... then got one time PE i ended up in her team. and you know what she WHISPER to her friend?! "whats she doing here?!" OII!! KNN!!!!! THINK I AFRAID OF YOU AH??! she got face tell me in my face la!! tell your friend for what?! scaredy cat!! come lah!!! then today at PE we have netball traing. so i was holding the ball as no one wanted to play with me untill the PE teacher shouted "Fiona! this group of girls would like to play with you.." i laugh ah! they WOULD NOT like to play with me. thats because they are doing nothing and just standing there chatting does not mean that they want to play with me. so we were force to play and we just throw here throw there.. when sheb throw to me she PERPOSELY go and throw so hard. how to tell..?! when she throw you catch and feel the force and your hand quite pain when the ball slam at your hand. bitch la she. so then also today after science, we go back to the lockers to get our lunch. i arrive before my below locker partner come. so i start putting my books back, then she say "Fiona, steph is waiting for you to move" and i tell her "i know.. IM NOT BLIND!" then she go and tell steph my below locker partner what i say to her. BIG MOUTH WOMAN! i soo damm angry i slam the locker and walk off. before i walk off steph told me "its ok, Fiona" she HERSELF says its ok then why your BIG MOUTH tell me for what?!! dont tell me steph dare not tell me??!! she and i got quarrel before cause she keep saying i take so long. my foot ah. now we okok never quarrel. friends already... but i yesterday accidentally drop the locker on her head...dunno whether angry with me... and btw, i was rushing ok... so that steph can put her books. i threw everything in and quickly put in neatly and ran away.. how good is that?! she leh... stay at the locker, look at her hp and SHOW OFF! she put her bag on the third space everytime, so everytime go home, she will pull and pull untill the bag come out. one times she pull ah, the WHOLE locker wobble. siao la she. so anyone who support me pls tag my tagboard and give me suggestion to make her life like hell. greatly appreciated. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111397910742110279?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111397910742110279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111397910742110279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111397910742110279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111397910742110279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/04/theres-bitch.html' title='There&apos;s a bitch...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111390379940241564</id><published>2005-04-19T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:56:02.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First few days at school since holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today ssoooo damm bloody cold. the weather very weird... cold wind and have sunshine... so my legs were frozen. luckily PE in the hall.. or else i die le. in english we had to this film review i dunno what movie to review lehz. all oso not the BEST. i thought about using "house of the flying daggers" or else "around the world in 80 days" but both of them the story so lame... cant think of a good film. so i dunno what to choose lor. i ssoo sianz..started playing habbohotel. veri fun although my cousin say lame. hate care him la. since school started no longer start talking with the group. so i go library and read books. so ke lianz... the people aren't friendly AT ALL! some of them are... today after school i walk back home then walk back to school again. siao hor? but then we go back is to buy pants and some cotton thights for winter. when we go there, so many people!!!! then i saw 3 classmates trying the winter uniform. the winter uniform is soo gay. its long sleeve and a ultra thick n long skirt. i saw all the student in my year level all complain the uniform so big and all the mothers all joke about the uniform. so after i try out and buy, the whole shop nearly empty sia. anwayz, yesterday i did the most stuuupiidd thing in my whole life. during drama, we walk ard like a siao gina. the drama teacher says it good exercise. i say we look like idiots walking round n round. then we got to do another play. 2 want the beach and 2 want the cafe, i want the hairdresser sene. lol.. in the end they choose beach. my group play so lamee~ sure get C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111390379940241564?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111390379940241564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111390379940241564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111390379940241564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111390379940241564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-few-days-at-school-since.html' title='First few days at school since holidays...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111286062463951904</id><published>2005-04-07T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:55:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED OFF!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*may contain vulgar words and crude language*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am so damm pissed off!!!!! my mum ask me to shower and i did.. BUT!!!! when i came back after changing, she was using the computer. well to me its ok if she uses it. so after that i decided to do some exercise insted of waiting for her to get out of the computer by staring at her. after excercising for awhile, she called me in. so i went in to see the computer logging off. I WAS SOOO ANGRY!!! i was doing the ad-ware programme half-way and she totally wreck it!!!!!!!!!! the bloody programme scans the WHOLE system so that might take awhile AND SHE RUINED IT!!!!!! so i got to on the computer again!!! then i tried to enter use her account which i always use and GUESS WHAT??!!!! SHE SET A PASSWORD FOR HER ACCOUNT!!!!!!! im was so PISSED OFF!!!!! how could she do that!!!!!! i have been using this computer for so long!!!!!!! luckily, im smart enough to log in to another user and change her setting to "remove password". well i hope this fucking computer get all the fucking virus and it will crash!!!!!!!HAHAHAHA!!!! good bye computer!!!!! im now trying to install lots of things n make this fucking computer lag!!! and so moral of the story: NEVER TRUST ANYONE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111286062463951904?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111286062463951904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111286062463951904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111286062463951904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111286062463951904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/04/pissed-off.html' title='PISSED OFF!!!!'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111215474615420542</id><published>2005-03-30T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:55:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM MOVING BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THATS IT!!!!!!!!! I MOVING BACK TO SINGAPORE AT THE END OF THE YEAR!!!!! I DONT CARE!!!!!!! the only problem is which sec school should i go?? well, if anyone see this please voice your opinion in my tagboard...not like anyone bothers looking at my blog...*sigh* life here damm sucks!! maybe only come back here to study for university only. but another then that, IM MOVING BACK!!! not that anyone will miss me or anything... and im NOT going to celebrate my 13th birthday!! AAAHHHHH!!! cant stand it anymore!!! its killing me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111215474615420542?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111215474615420542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111215474615420542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111215474615420542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111215474615420542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-moving-back.html' title='I AM MOVING BACK!!!'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111215164336833122</id><published>2005-03-29T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:54:42.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Books ARRIVED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YAY!!!!! finally the chinese books along with Heather's letter arrive! she rocks! i dont have to be the only one not learning in the class! just suprised though the book no han yu... well good enough it came! today i went walking around, seeing those old old building around town. i think walk about 2km. so darn tired... dont know why my mum like to see all those old old building and see those park/gardens. after walking, we went to target to shop. our leg very pain but i just dont care and look around. then saw this pants almost the same except pink. wth. if i know got pink then i wont buy blue lor... idiot! so later i try another one pants..mostly pink in colour.. then not properly done..like not fitting like that, so dont one. luckily got try, if not later regret... then later we went to SUPRE and look around. so morden. got all the loud music and funky clothes! i try small size damm tight! medium is abit tight...large is okok la. and my mum say that i wont be able to wear any clothes cause im too young! ha! so then after trying two pattern, finally decided on a purple top. very decent. not sleeveless and not low cut. i very happy almost like couldnt feel my leg pain anymore! now currently got 3 weeks holiday. i left my music book at school!!!! I DIE ALREADY! 3 WEEKS HOLIDAY i never practice! just kidding la..never practice for about 4 days. hope the school open so i can rush there and take my music book home. i very worried leh..mum says school sure got open..but i doubt so lor.. anywayz, one day i saw peiyi blog and she link me! omg! one person link me without me asking or vice versa! nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111215164336833122?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111215164336833122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111215164336833122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111215164336833122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111215164336833122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/03/chinese-books-arrived.html' title='Chinese Books ARRIVED!!!'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111130278838509822</id><published>2005-03-19T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:54:21.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress ah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wah...so stress. i got to write poem 8 verse and 4 lines AND 500 words essay. nice hor?? idiot english teacher la, give us so much english homework. IDIOT LA!!!! tried to get some help from my mum to edit the 500 words essay, but she just edit afew parts only. wth. one of my friend, Lysa, help me edit the poem i did. she oso help to to edit afew parts oso. well this the poem with her edit and some of my work =) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I pray to god everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Praying that it might rain one day.&lt;br /&gt;Looking out of my window,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing light brown horizon of land all dried up.&lt;br /&gt;The days are getting worse,&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to think that I’m cursed.&lt;br /&gt;We might just move to city,&lt;br /&gt;And they’re going to bring me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just move into the city,&lt;br /&gt;What an awful place to be.&lt;br /&gt;All the people staring at me,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so trapped.&lt;br /&gt;All this traffic and people,&lt;br /&gt;This not my kind of life, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked in this place,With none of my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Alone with no one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Where the nightmare never ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;With nobody, not even my peers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;To listen to my cries, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;to wipe my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that I would go back to the country,&lt;br /&gt;Where everybody is friendly,&lt;br /&gt;It would be so good to be there,&lt;br /&gt;Where the sheep always baaed.&lt;br /&gt;How I long for those days,&lt;br /&gt;Where I could just sit around and laze!&lt;br /&gt;Watching the cows graze,&lt;br /&gt;While I just look and daze…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*credits to Alyssa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yar...not really the best poem in the world. at least not bad la. my first time what. the poem is about the girl who lives in the country and it has not been raining for many days. so the parents no choice but to move to the city and stay. she never talk when they move, in other words she hates the city. so got to write poem from her view. got to think for so long leh. im sick of editing and seeing this 2 work. i mean need to pass up on tuesday, so nvm for now. anywayz, i see lots of people using the "honey honey world" blogskin with cyndi pics on it. grrrr....i know its not copyright or anything but once one of they're favourit singer blogskin comes out, everyone starts using them. awww..how sweet..NOT! cant find any good blogskin that suits my mood...but im REALLY going to change this "honey honey world" one. well...i guess thats about it.oh...and i use green colour as it was st.patrick's day afew days ago. and i remembered that i went to science club and made glittery green slime!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111130278838509822?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111130278838509822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111130278838509822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111130278838509822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111130278838509822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/03/stress-ah.html' title='Stress ah!'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111054223060720923</id><published>2005-03-11T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:53:40.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob.. T-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sumtimes it really hurts my heart seeing that people go to a mix sec school that almost everyone goes too. i mean going to a all girls school sucks. i may even go back home as i cant stand this any longer... seeing people write in their blog about their life and best friends and who they like.. really makes me sad and wishin i could just fly back straight away. but its not that easy... here lifestyle is easy n slow. back home is stress n fast. i only been here for 2 months n i feel like glying home already. no one really treat me equally like do..i mean like when they sit with each other, they talk alot when i sit beside them...silence. it REALLy hurts my heart to see them treat me different. i dont talk alot either...with them i mean. my locker partner..at one time we made fun of our sci teacher...and i was really talking n having abit fun that time. i guess its not easy adapting to an enviroment.... so i wish that god will help me. amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111054223060720923?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111054223060720923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111054223060720923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111054223060720923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111054223060720923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/03/sob-t-t.html' title='Sob.. T-T'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111035454790997620</id><published>2005-03-08T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:58:15.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i got band practice then tomorrow got clarinet lesson...sianz ah. Today so embarassing i thought i go school ABIT early and everyone have not arrived yet..I WAS SO WRONG!!! Upon arrival, i put my bag into my locker, take my clarinet case and music book out and went up the stairs open the door the go the hall...to MY HORROR....all the students were there sitting down and looking at me arrive late..SO EMBARRASING!!! then i quickly put my case and books down aside n took a seat in the clarinet section. then teacher/instructor kept talking... then she say split into instrument group. then we got the room next to the hall where they have all these keyboard for piano learners. we all squeeze inside there. AGAIN somthing embarassing happen... i saw everyone putting their clarinet quickly while ONLY me had a hard time putting in.. mine is new...STILL!! then the senior ask if i got cork grease i showed her a small container then she say she'll just take hers she help me grease it and help me fix abit...ME ONLY got problem!!!!! i was SSSOO embarassed....then one girl her clarinet goes all squeaky when she plays..ahahahahaz. i left out this news that on monday when i came back i saw them talking!!!! i was OMG...they made up with the girl!!!! 2 DAYS and they made up!!!!!! anywayz...nvm la. got 2 girls like very "mean"..they only save seat for the rest except me..LIKE I DONT KNOW LIKE THAT bytches!! they all give me this stare... except for one girl whos nice to me in the group. im sick and tired of them doing this to me!!! and today during lunch i walked 3 WHOLE rounds looking for them at every..YEA..EVERY spot where they used to sit and failed to...ended up sitting in the library for 5 mins colouring some homework for history which the teacher didnt ended up checking!!! anywayz..on the way back saw them and both of them CLAIM that they were looking for me...HARD TO BELIVE...then they were all sitting infront of this cross of jesus tucked away by some plants. some people are ssooo terribly they actually drop/spill/put VEGEMITE infront of JESUS!!!! hello!!!! JESUS..?? i was in TOTAL shock!!! then they were having this "fight" as one of the girl hit another girl and then the girl who was hit started pretending to cry. the trip over me and hit my leg...THANK GOODNESS it didnt hit my injury if not i would have shouted like hell. Today i got a science test. think im gona fail..didnt study that well. YAYNESS!! i got an "A 81%" for my maths!!! woohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111035454790997620?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111035454790997620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111035454790997620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111035454790997620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111035454790997620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/03/shocking-day.html' title='Shocking Day'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-111009449256437046</id><published>2005-03-05T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:48:39.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My injured knee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Currently im putting my left leg on a stool. reason why... i fell down while riding the bike on friday. well...its a long story. but here goes...i wanted to ride to follow someone who i thought i know..but in the end i didnt knew... so i rode up the hill quickly and the bike started wobbling so badly and it lost control...and suddenly i ended up on the ground face flat and my knee and elbow was in pain. then i slowly got up and started to ride slowly up..thankfully it was very near my hse frm the place which i fell. then my mum just ask me to wash my own wound.. and i did when currently doing tat i was screaming like hell..was it pain what. so i sat down n play computer while it was drying. the wound was very red then i saw drop by drop, red drops flow down frm my wound. it was damm gross... so got to wipe slowly. after that my mum decided put gauze n some cream to make it better. i ask her to change it dont know how many times as it was so ugly. eewww. yesterday my hole wound was covered in this yellow liquid..double eeeeewwwww... and so today i spend the whole morning lying on the sofa as mum didnt want me to move. so i spent the whole morning looking at the tv or looking at my sci book. hope my wound gets better.. i think it is though...its drying up. btw.. tomorrow can go for DOUBLE P.E... sob..sob..sob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-111009449256437046?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/111009449256437046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=111009449256437046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111009449256437046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/111009449256437046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-injured-knee.html' title='My injured knee'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-110992608879862325</id><published>2005-03-03T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:02:44.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YAY!!!! my clarinet has finally arrived after so many days. not fair lehz... only today den arrive it should have arrived on wed!!!!! idiot la!! never mind...good that is here liaoz. today during lunch i went with the grp. we made-up already like i said before. i have a feeling like if i talk more they'll like me more as im so quiet. i oso find myself abnormal not talking as much. anywayz, after they asked ppl where she is n tell them not to tell her they asked, they went to the locker room to check if shes there. i went to put my container back as it was on the way ma.. n found that they were gone!! i went around finding them but failed to. in the end decided to go back to my locker and guess what??!!! I saw them sitting on the floor.... i was like -_-" haizz... my efforts looking for them are wasted!!! and i oso found out that makeing a line with yr scissors on the back top part of yr planner is the "in" thing. so i did.. is quite a gd idea ma!! kana scolded by my mum but not realli scold lorx.. she just say "why u do tis for?" heeheehee... COOL DAI MA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-110992608879862325?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/110992608879862325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=110992608879862325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110992608879862325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110992608879862325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-things.html' title='New things'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-110983204227418465</id><published>2005-03-02T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:51:05.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today is school photo day.And they actually make a big deal out of it lehz!!All so hao lian de. Each time i go to the toilet, so crowded sia!! Either adjusting their hair or putting mascara or foundation. makes me wana puke sia..i mean like crazy ah.. nothing to do better in their life like that. i mean like no big deal..if all the people hair messy only yours nice whats the point.. haizz anywayz, now for other things. Today got clarinet lesson, n i dont have clarinet lehz!!! my dad la.. say what not worth renting...since we already bought it and its going to arrive in like a week time. so learn some basic stuff... like reading notes.. which i still suck at. tats one of the reason why i quit band at pri school... cause i suck at reading notes. i think i'll never master it. oh did i mention tat i hav to pay $13 a lesson? SIAO RITE??!! haizz...can find alot of nice good old food here.. i found my yummy chee kweh!!! but not as nice sia.. cant be tat picky ehz? good enough my mum found a stall that sells em!! nice dai! now my dad computer gone no more gb to play...so now very sianz..shyt la nothing to do now... and finally.... double yay!!! as they're talking to me again.. u know.. the group... nice!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-110983204227418465?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/110983204227418465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=110983204227418465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110983204227418465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110983204227418465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/03/photos-day.html' title='Photos Day'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-110922623279162212</id><published>2005-02-23T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:51:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling terribe and sad today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i think i did something very bad...maybe not tat serious lorx..but still....During PE today a friend to be wanted to use the light javelin i took but instead i said no. Then she looks angry and yet sad. Now i feel terrible, and during class i daren't sit with the "group". But her frens still say hi and bye to me...so is that a good sign?? I now feel sad as i feel so bad. And when i add her yesterday and she went online today and she said ask me who i am. I replied "Fiona". She goes "fiona who?" and i was lyke in total SHOCK!! Then i told her to guess who i am as my dad suggest it and i did. Guess what was her re-action?? She replied "i dont know who u r u must be harassing me".HAHAHAHA!!!! You're not -miss popular-must be frens with- why the heck must i harass you??!! Funny lehx..My dad den again tell me to tell her "sori see u tmr den" and i did and i quickly block her. Didnt want to let her see mi online. Plus oso today smth very funny happen. Back home, the weather so hot right and lyke wan to die rite? Today the water pipe kana hit by the machine cos got construction... so no water for the water cooler and tap in the toilet. See their face lyke wan to die lyke that and hor they let us home early lehz!!! So we miss last period and second last period. NICE SIA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-110922623279162212?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/110922623279162212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=110922623279162212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110922623279162212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110922623279162212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/02/feeling-terribe-and-sad-today.html' title='Feeling terribe and sad today'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-110878948760500615</id><published>2005-02-18T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:50:46.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have learned so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;These few days i learned lots of things, sum good sum bad... Good thing is that i learned how to ride a bike.. YAY!!! The bad stuff is that my things are DAMAGED after sending them here.. GGGRRR.... feel like killing the person hu destroyed it!!!! I oso learned that my school has all this stupid stuff to learn like drama.. DRAMA!!! how stupid and lame is that??!! And now we got to this research thing of mime. Then we have this performance coming up..and all my team mates sux.. They all take over lyke they're in charge.. BLEH!! Then we have to learn religious education.. the teacher is lyke totally... freaky!!! i guess... Tell them we learn enough already!!! Then we have to learn chinese which is SSSSOOOO easy for me, french is hard though. Hope i make some frens so if not im a loner..meaning no frens to be with.. even though theres 1 girl... shes always like so annoying... hope these few days gets better.. wish me luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-110878948760500615?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/110878948760500615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=110878948760500615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110878948760500615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110878948760500615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-i-have-learned-so-far.html' title='What I have learned so far...'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-110733016768614195</id><published>2005-02-01T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:50:12.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;School is ok i guess.. except that theres too many ang moh...haiz..sum things here is much easier ecept english.. i suck at it terribly here. Im like almost the only asian in the school and everyone has like friensd and im like a loner and that means like i have no frens. And theres this girl hu is a fuckin idiot.. and i just KNOW she doesnt like me.. and she was like "whats she doing here?" and stuff.. bleh.. fark her.. and theres swimming trials tomorrow n im probably the ONLY one who doesnt know now to swim... its TOTALLY gonna be embarassing and i dont have goggle so i cant see anything at all... and i have a bathers which is 2 piece and most ppl probably all wearing 1 piece... and its cold now..so tomorrow should be cold.. and im scared..but i wan to go........Today is FREEZING cold btw.. n i have PE today and that means wearing a skirt and i was like freezing as my classmates almost all have trackpants and so they were warm...and it has been raining all day and the news say its the coldest whether in SUMMER in febuary since 1951...im like.. having cold feet and all...argh.. fark the weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-110733016768614195?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/110733016768614195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=110733016768614195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110733016768614195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110733016768614195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/02/school.html' title='The school'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-110569648342861387</id><published>2005-01-14T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:53:59.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pain start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think no one understands the pain i feel rite now being in a new country and all... its really tiring and sometimes i just wish i was at home doing the usual stuff like going to school and stuff.... BUT NO!!! My mum has to move to a new country and get a damm old house with nothing but cracked n stained walls... and theres oso lots of insect which totally gross me out!! And to make things worse she told me if i could never survived in the country... i mean like wtf.. i saw in a mag theres sssooo many suscessful women.. and she thinks i could NEVER be one of em'...mother not confident of daughter... wtf lorz... now im living in such a painful state.. i got to wait for my couz to do something else then i can use the comp.... at least my mum is getting cable and unliminted internet.. or else i'll die of boredom here..the pain is too much too bear.. I feel like crying sometimes by the remarks she made.. but i guess.. life is still ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-110569648342861387?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/110569648342861387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=110569648342861387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110569648342861387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110569648342861387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-pain-start.html' title='My pain start'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9887235.post-110460081706501075</id><published>2005-01-01T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:48:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games related day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today.. play gb with one of my frens... first time in was winning.. second time i play..half way through d game... chicken out!!! So i quit... sommore pretended i dc.. wahahaha..shh...lolxx... Also my fren's fren sent me a game patch... i try to do stuff to make it work but failed too.. so sad....dunno hw he do it...comp wiz sia.. sch is re opening again!! hurraayyy!!! Cos tis few days so sianz... stare at comp... summore no one likes to play gb liaoz... oni 1 or 2 lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9887235-110460081706501075?l=drippingdroplets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/feeds/110460081706501075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9887235&amp;postID=110460081706501075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110460081706501075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9887235/posts/default/110460081706501075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drippingdroplets.blogspot.com/2005/01/games-related-day.html' title='Games related day'/><author><name>Fiona.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05847042160185841308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
