<?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-21981790</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:59:00.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oxymoron</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-8407673028582529585</id><published>2008-01-27T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:05:00.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohkay ohkay so maybe the last post was on my birthday LAST YEAR. but im back ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here and there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the span of what. 5 months? many things happened heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short. NJC WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olevels came flying and left along the same highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant really say that im mighty pleased with my results but oh well. i could have done worse i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. as long as i can go back to nj im good to go ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only drawback being that i dont see su-ann and eug at least 5 days a week anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics are insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably just cry too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had like a little &lt;3 to &lt;3 with crystal ytd. was good. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think throughout the many months ive probably burdened ben the most haha. hey ben. thank you. for all our rubbish arguments about results (most of the time me whining though heh) where we go after we die and how it feels like to be dead. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance ytd was sweeeet. except/esp the splitting against the wall part. hey i didnt know i could split haha. practise !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love emo dance whoosh ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay most of us j1 dancers are staying in nj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we danced to a really sweet-in-a-let's-break-up-but-i-still-love-you song ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ask me if I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I choke on my reply&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather hurt you honestly&lt;br /&gt;than mislead you with a lie&lt;br /&gt;and who am I to judge you&lt;br /&gt;on what you say or do?&lt;br /&gt;i'm only just beginning to see the real you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;the honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;and I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romance and all its strategy&lt;br /&gt;leaves me battling with my pride&lt;br /&gt;but through the insecurity&lt;br /&gt;some tenderness survives&lt;br /&gt;i'm just another writer&lt;br /&gt;still trapped within my truth&lt;br /&gt;a hesitant prize fighter&lt;br /&gt;still trapped within my youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;the honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;and I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times I'd like to break you&lt;br /&gt;and drive you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;at times I'd like to break through&lt;br /&gt;and hold you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;at times I understand you&lt;br /&gt;and I know how hard you've tried&lt;br /&gt;i've watched while love commands you&lt;br /&gt;and I've watched love pass you by&lt;br /&gt;at times I think we're drifters&lt;br /&gt;still searching for a friend&lt;br /&gt;a brother or a sister&lt;br /&gt;but then the passion flares again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;the honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;and I have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you til I die&lt;br /&gt;til we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when we touch; olivia ong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-8407673028582529585?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/8407673028582529585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=8407673028582529585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/8407673028582529585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/8407673028582529585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohkay-ohkay-so-maybe-last-post-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-2650980431568974128</id><published>2007-08-18T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:40:41.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being sixteen doesnt feel much different from being fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just makes not waking up at some ungodly hour to go for physics class very justified. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR WISHES AND FANTASTIC PRESENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh sandra ! today right. brandon is eleven years and seven months old ! his is on the 18 too ! haha. JEALOUS RIGHT. (: its fate i tell you. haha but i still love you ohkay. you and brandon haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i shall not list out everybody who wished me cause ive to like check my phone and i dont feel like it heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patrick was first at 37 seconds though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go swinging with wei. but to cut the SUPER long story short we just sat at the playground eat cake look at invisible flames and WALKED to church. we had like one hour plus with nothing to do see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to slowly unwrap my present. cause the wrapping paper was so cute ! and holy haha. then made him wrap it back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as one of my presents desmond and lucas gave me the scores for hymns. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eugenia forgot that it was my birthday until like ard eight. apparently she was too excited after finding wangchuanyi's blog. THEN WHAT'S GNA HAPPEN TO EVAN YO ! poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. thank yous to my beloved EVERYBODY for making my sweet sixteenth so sweet ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-2650980431568974128?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/2650980431568974128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=2650980431568974128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2650980431568974128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2650980431568974128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/08/being-sixteen-doesnt-feel-much.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-408346807194323218</id><published>2007-08-17T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:20:38.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessie is so lucky i tell you. normally people have like wakeup calls but she has sleep sms-es ! from YOURS TRULY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i remind her to sleep properly at like 12+ haha. even though im not really sleeping yet myself i know that she'll drag until god knows when and end up sleeping at three. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly wonder why i did my physics fys so fast when everybody else took forever. hmm. but i think charmaine and suting are just slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL TMR MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's english was funny. the usual. but today we weren't talking about like wearing banana leaves or smth along that line. we were talking about changing stuff like sian and omg DIAO-ED into standard english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diao-ed is such a weird word i tell you. reminds me of some ahbeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sianxzxz! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinglish !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think jessie is sleeping now. I WANT TO SLEEP TOO. d-a-m-n that physics paper. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine was super funny ! she was all suaku-is-mountain-tortoise!-y and its was like OMG. the lesson was just AHH. and laughing. lots of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIASU: neurotic, paranoid&lt;br /&gt;PRO: (according to madam audra it means prostitute so we shouldnt keep screaming WHY BOUGAI SO PRO its just bad for the image man) knack, panache ( i think this word is really cool. PA-NAH-SHAY), adept&lt;br /&gt;LAME &amp; LOSER : flat, two-dimensional, insipid&lt;br /&gt;CORNY: knackneyed, cliched&lt;br /&gt;AVANT GARDE: invididualised&lt;br /&gt;BLUR( or as suting says sotong) : not with it, behind times&lt;br /&gt;SUAKU (charmaine insists its mountain tortoise haha) : country bumpkin&lt;br /&gt;NUANCE: change&lt;br /&gt;SIANXZXZ: frustration, torpid&lt;br /&gt;SLOW: lackaidaiscal&lt;br /&gt;EPIPHANY: moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have pretty dumb juniors dont we. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boycott whoosh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-408346807194323218?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/408346807194323218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=408346807194323218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/408346807194323218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/408346807194323218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-4619137617174629139</id><published>2007-08-10T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:36:29.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im smiling to myself as i write this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister thinks that im crazy. but she has always thought that i was crazy and i think she's crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again i think my whole family is crazy so i guess it must run in the blood. haha. i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE LAM SU-ANN AND EUGENIA CHIN JIAMIN A LOT A LOT A LOT AND A LOT MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im serious. ive the best friends in the world. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wednesday with them was A-W-E-S-O-M-E. the epitome of it really. AH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we trekked to all the better within-red-line malls. orchard bishan and ps. omg. all in like a few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was totally BIMBO DAY ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohkay i should stop smiling to myself. but AHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunch was at ajisen. smth really funny happened there but i shall not divulge for fear of making eug more embarrased than she already is. omg she was screaming and su-ann and i were laughing so loudly that the whole restaurant turned to look at us. either that or we're too pretty. must be the latter haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097083135772355986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rrx6G0JYbZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/455k2WBQyxg/s320/IMGP4454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;eugenia's bowl is the empty one. AND she finished her tofu while mine's at the bottom it looking barely touched ! argh. and su-ann's looks like she had started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that doesnt even start to describe how fast she eats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a lot of funny things happened and i suppose. that's how it is with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh man. i dont want to think about how much i'll miss them if we dont go to the same jc. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;su-ann ! njc is opposite hwachong ! (: so if we aim for njc together you can have a higher chance of seeing him ! and he was in tuition today so no go for makeup class haha. he was quite funny today. shall torture you some more on monday. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097083127182421378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rrx6GUJYbYI/AAAAAAAAAOs/15kvkau2X4E/s320/IMGP4448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097083118592486770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rrx6F0JYbXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fp6csvz04R8/s320/IMGP4451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097083114297519458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rrx6FkJYbWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/B8k9hUBUmy0/s320/IMGP4450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097083101412617554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rrx6E0JYbVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/bP3ESIMoF9o/s320/IMGP4447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097083930341305778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rrx60UJYbaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/SJ3zUE_sMVY/s320/IMGP4460.JPG" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well i &lt;3&gt;WE'RE FRIENDS CAUSE WE'RE LIKE THAT AND WE'RE LIKE THAT CAUSE WE'RE FRIENDS. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and i saw qinghuang that day too. after falling asleep in tll. he's tall now. VERY tall. not that he was short to begin with but when i first recognised him i was like when did he get so tall ! haha but it was nice seeing him after so long. hear some news about the housewives club you know ( that's what mssee called jessica adeline and i. housewives club ! i think its because we talk too much haha).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH YEAH. that day mr yau said that those who aspire to be taitais shouldnt take physics in jc. and before he said that i was already thinking of dropping physics when i go jc. must be a sign. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anger i'll try to find teddies for you ohkay ! done ive blogged about you. haha. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohkay. BIMBOS ARE L-O-V-E. and a lot more. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i shall print out our pictures so that we can look at them everyday and go OMG YAY US !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and eugenia. i dont really care whether evanyo updates his blog. SERIOUSLY. and you love us more. rmb ! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now we have so many identical things that its impossible to forget that we set a record for being the best friends ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont you think we're so special. we've nv been in the same class yet we're still so close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;god must really love the three of us to keep us together for so long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-4619137617174629139?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/4619137617174629139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=4619137617174629139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/4619137617174629139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/4619137617174629139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-omg-omg-im-smiling-to-myself-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rrx6G0JYbZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/455k2WBQyxg/s72-c/IMGP4454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5797904357384872271</id><published>2007-08-05T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:03:56.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEN SEW I AM NOT AN EMO BIMBO OHKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thinks that im an bimbmo. i was like AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he's teaching me bad stuff tsk. and he calls it general knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im innocent whoosh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i always talk to anger about weird stuff like power rangers. and when im with charmaine we talk about oprah. ohkay she talks and i listen cause poor me doesnt have cable. WHY DOES CABLE-ING MY HOUSE COST 3000 DOLLARS ALONE WITHOUT ANY CHANNELS. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times like these i wish i lived in hdb or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann eug and i are gna get pullovers ! yay-ness. ohkay su-ann and i decided without eugenia but im sure she'll agree. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay ive been blogging a lot. shall stop now. so you all can relish in the past few posts ! yay you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH LITTLE MERMAID. charmaine and i are big fans of little mermaid ohkay ! except that i havent watched it in ten thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe during choir camp we can watch bring it on ! unlike like the eye last year. which wasnt really scary except for the lift part. AND BECAUSE OF THE SHOW CRYSTAL AND I HAD LESS TALKING TIME. we were sleeping on the stage like thingthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luke as president of the CFC (chick flick club ! cause unlike people like all the other guys he watched like mean girls and bring it on ! haha) should push for the a bring it on marathon! (: bring it on again is pretty bad though. the girl doesnt even look like a cheerleader ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long talks on the steps with 2000 calorie (according to crystal) drink between us screams Y-A-Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5797904357384872271?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5797904357384872271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5797904357384872271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5797904357384872271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5797904357384872271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/08/ben-sew-i-am-not-emo-bimbo-ohkay.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-3891376432309753853</id><published>2007-08-05T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:53:10.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANGER AND I ARE LURBXZXZ I TELL YOU ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to her for like an hour last night. it's probably one of the fastest moving conversations ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this is not a sex hotline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted by our one and only ( should be one and only i dont know another one) NG BI RU ! her name is so cool its like two letters two letters two letters haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anger ang wei'en lied to me asdfjhbsdvmndo. WHERE'S YOUR POST THAT'S ALL ABOUT ME HUH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da ren you da liang. shall forgive you cause i didnt blog another time last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our conversation was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like all ohkay we will study hard together and go nj together ! yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were planning like. ohkay monday she has tuition so cannot. tuesday ive tuition. wednesday have to stay back for higher chinese and after we both have tuition so cannot. thursday we have to stay back for amath but then she has tuition after so cannot. friday she has tuition after school and ive tuition in the evening/night with su-ann which i cannot pon for fear of being eaten. so saturday it is ! at amk library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until two minutes later i was like. OMG ANGER NEXT WEEK NO SCHOOL! ( at least for the last three days anyway) and she was like oh yeah ! ALL OUR PLANS WASTED !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and it was just really really funny last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she and samantha like to call me ying wen pai. which means like english i dont know. whats pai in english. i think its like just very very very english (which also translates to not cheena like them (: ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anger very nicely dissected my type. -.- i would like to mention that she's very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her type = not my type.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. blue/grey/green eyes like those red-eyed monsters &lt;/strong&gt;( according to her she was thinking about power rangers and how the bad guys always had red eyes. -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. brown/golden hair like LIONS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. speak with the "CHARACTER EDUCATION" slang. &lt;/strong&gt;(this is from like SEC THREE. which is eons and eons ago. AND I DID NOT SAY IT WITH A SLANG !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. ALBINO! haha! &lt;/strong&gt;( albinoism is a recessive disease.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE I TOLD YOU SHE IS WEIRD ( is cause she's still weird).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i dont have a type. i just like that guy so that i can annoy her. (: just like biru. must be the surname. yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think after our talk last night i was like emotionally unbalanced. cause i was talking to my jie about stuff online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we both need to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause if its either take a break or break. i'd rather we take a break. dont want argubly one of the more famour pair of cousins to die off do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. so will it be christ the king or risen christ. or if she drives we can go sfx or somewhere further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that we are not as alike as we used to be. what with me getting all blah. turns out we still are and will be alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jie i'll be here for you ohkay. cause you know what they always say. blood runs thicker than water. even though there is more water in our bodies than blood. but whatever. blood trumps water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really dont like gg online. cause what i see is that. oh youve changed (negatively of course). oh youve i dont know. fill in the blanks. and it pretty much applies to i dont know. some people i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just slow on the uptake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am utterly convinced that i have the best friends in the world.&lt;/strong&gt; what with crystal geri ben sam matt anger charmaine-maine-maine su-ann eug and of course a lot more but i cant possibly list everybody out. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chen mei guang guang guang guang guang guang guang and yan dao ! (more of anger and my weirdness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we realised that we have the same stardom dreams so we. ohkay i forgot what we were doing but we listed all the guides and we can form a HUGE band ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anger biru charis denise eugenia fathiyah germaine i jessica kaixin limyuanting m n o pamela quincy rachel su-ann tanyirong uma v weekie ( yeah i changed it so we can use her for z ! haha) x yanying zhixin !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the abcs of guides. (: of course there're a lot more of us but the letters overlap ! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to be happy and be more like eternal sunshine (that would be sam with his LAZY pigeon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like people swearing at me or around me. there was once somebody swore ard me and i havent spoken to that person yet i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. ANGER I'VE BLOGGED ABOUT YOU. HAPPY ! youd better be haha. we can continue our conversation in school tmr and you'd better not like molest people during jogging you weirdo. but i still love you ohkay ! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-3891376432309753853?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/3891376432309753853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=3891376432309753853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3891376432309753853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3891376432309753853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/08/anger-and-i-are-lurbxzxz-i-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-2494129634567416959</id><published>2007-08-04T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:54:10.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started out with anger and i deciding to pon chemistry class. like i got the msg at ard nine and the lesson was supposed to start at eleven. -.- we were like all NO SO LAST MINUTE DONT WNA GO. so we didnt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were msging about darling. haha super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh crap!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;denise is getting hooked on to my darling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she better don't. &amp; i must tell weixuan to stop influencing her to be cheena anymore.if not her "type" will change, HAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to her. i like lions and red-eyed monsters and i was like what ! haha. i nearly fell off my chair reading her msg. what she really said was that i like people with gold hair ( i think she means blonde HAHA ) and with blue green eyes like a red-eyed monster. super funny la anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORD IS &lt;strong&gt;NORDIC&lt;/strong&gt; (blonde hair blue eyed) ANGER SWEETIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like your darling now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by fu qi xiang i mean they look alike but of course she took it as that they look like husband and wife. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (which is what i wrote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so from the above, i can conclude that denise is failing her chinese, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I AM NOT FAILING MY HIGHER CHINESE THANK YOU VERY MUCH. i think i did better than you ohkay ! haha. its just that laoshi likes to ask me questions that i dont know how to answer) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause she doesnt understand the meaning of fuqixiang. but i can actually forgive her because she said that darling and i look alike!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoshi is evil. he called me twice yesterday. ting hui ting hui !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my day started to suck. that was at ten ohclock. so i hid in my room for like one hour doing god-knows-what (again god-knows-what is code for i-know-but-im-not-telling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are super red and puffy now. esp my right one. i can barely see anything. and im nasal. and ive a headache. and i dont feel like going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdoizsegkjnfriuhsernvoijsd;ldvms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-2494129634567416959?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/2494129634567416959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=2494129634567416959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2494129634567416959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2494129634567416959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-started-out-with-anger-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-7332678644795917999</id><published>2007-08-03T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T08:30:04.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>glen just told me that his parents think that im sec two. AHH. ohkay i can just imagine how weiwei will react if i tell him. probably go SEE I TOLD YOU YOU LOOK LIKE A SEC TWO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH. so i shall not tell him. or maybe i will. see my mood tmr. and have to see if i can catch him before mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut. HIS PARENTS THINK THAT IM CUTE ! (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has made me happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but weekends. hmm. i shall bring jingjing to church tmr. and leave turtle soup at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben and jerry's have a flavour called turtle soup and geri and patrick wanted to try it but of course i forbade them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week in school has been fun. (: as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY AWESOME WONDERFUL BIMBO EUGENIA ! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're friends cause we're like that and we're like that cause we're friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;now tell me. how many best friends (forever and ever and ever and ever..) have their own tagline. TELL ME ! haha im glad i thought of it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot a lot a lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wrote that in her birthday letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine is weird haha. ripped this from her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and denise and i decided to be really punctual. so we could get gd seats. at the back! haha... this only applies for chi. normally we're punctual so that we can get gd seats at the front/centre so we can pay attention :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(yeah im sure we pay attention. to our conversation. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;denise devours teddies... (oh no wait. i forgot that she can't eat that fast to "devour"them)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what exactly does she mean by that huh. i eat fast enough ohkay ! maybe im just a bit slow. but just A BIT. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and she thinks praying for them can sancify &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(SANCTIFY ! TSK CHARMAINE ! WHAT WOULD MDM AUDRA SAY ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; her violence and give her moral high ground to commit more murder. she doesn't even feel guilty when she sees her other stuffed teddy bears each day... :( even though they might be endangered!! *gasps*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i like those teddies too! :) if she rmbs to bring them tmr, we can eat them together and be partners in crime... haha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im serious. she cant get any lamer. i guess that's why we're friends. haha.&lt;br /&gt;cause that day i was telling about the pencil i bought for her. ( omg i buy pencils for her haha. ) so i was telling her about the food i bought to last me through lunch and recess for the week ( i bought pocky and chocolate teddies if anybody's interested).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine: WHAT WILL YOUR STUFFED TEDDIES SAY DENISE !&lt;br /&gt;denise: OH NO. I HOPE CHOCOLATE TEDDIES ARE NOT ENDANGERED !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we said a lot of other super lame stuff but this is the gist of it. yes we're always like that when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to expand our vocabulary. &lt;strong&gt;we have decided to embark on our arduous journey to the dining hall to partaketh&lt;/strong&gt; ( actually its partake but we thought that partake-th sounds more sophisticated haha)&lt;strong&gt; of the life-giving food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to say shall we adjorn ? but since mdm audra said that we must expand our vocab we're using the new one. will change when it should be.&lt;br /&gt;charmaine and i are in no way ahemahem (it's a four letter word that only a few of us know haha. starts with an a and ohkay i think i should shut up now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to fight with anger for her darling. (: (i think she'll kill me to get rid of one compeititor )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah her. and like ten thousand other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094484289716251970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RrM-eEJYbUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EofVM4yBdW8/s320/yan+ya+lun+!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup this is her darling. i took it off her blog. i was like telling anger. OMG SO CUTE ! cause i was trying to convince her that i REALLY REALLY REALLY like him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i was thinking that he'd better speak english or we cannot communicate haha. anger was like his english is good ! haha i dont know whether shes trying to get me to not like him or smth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anger is weird. just like charmaine. i think its because they sit together in class haha. i sit with weixuan so ive turned cheena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weixuan is super funny i tell you. everytime weiwen and i say smth about china and taiwan she'll be like NO THEY ARE ONE COUNTRY. ONE !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and weiwen and i will be like. hmm ohkay sensitive subject and stop talking leaving her to rattle to herself haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah back to why anger is weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;during jogging ( a horrible half hour when the whole student population have to run. upper sec mon and thurs lower sec tues and fri) she suddenly ran up to me to like run her finger down my back and im like WTH ANGER ANG ! it was funny cause she does stuff like that ALL THE TIME. but she's totally straight. as can be seen from alvin and darling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she likes molesting people. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ive managed to convince anger that she looks like darling. check out the eyebags. im serious they really look alike. and the teeth. and she's super happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by fu qi xiang i mean they look alike but of course she took it as that they look like husband and wife. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and EVERYBODY liked the chocolate teddies btw. they were all like omg i ate that in primary school ! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just found out that im in the same primary school as santosi for three years hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well that's my totally fun school week. amid a lot of laughter and more laughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;charmaine asked why my blog is so uninteresting. like HELLO I ALREADY HAVE SU-ANN AND EUG HOUNDING ME I DONT NEED ANYBODY ELSE HOUNDING ME ASKING ME. you know. questions. more like interrogating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah i dont put scandalous stuff here in case youre wondering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tmr is saturday. hmm i can finally get my jacket back from jie. whoo !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shall bring shades tmr in case i walk out with geri to 7-11 and meet you-know-who.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we're one more week closer to the prelims and olevels. im feeling quite confident about my subjects after i did the papers. olevels that is. the prelims are like hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright now. bring it on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;su-ann and i are going not going to study for chemistry. i suppose we can fail together. and the only reason why eug is not failing is because she changed to combined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;charmaine: you know if you'd dropped to combined i'd drop with you !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;denise: ah i'd have dropped if you'd dropped !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;charmaine&amp;amp;denise: damn we should have dropped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but even if we'd drop to combined we'll still take triple science in a way. should have just dropped chemistry like totally then just do pure physics and pure biology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but NO. so now we are stuck with three pure sciences. RAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg i havent said that in a long time. RAHRAHRAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we are charmaine and denise normally. but since it was for physics we decided to be denise and charmaine so that we can be d.c. direct current you know. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you are afiuhsdfnsklfndsoifch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant stand closet muggers. why are you so scared of people knowing that youre studying ? and why must you lie about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i suppose there'll be a lot of charmaine and i from now on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this is a nice song. toldja ive turned cheena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EezgzpszYes" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt watch the show but i just thought that the song is nice. it has swings in it you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空秋千 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9oAEaWaaao" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see im being so supportive of him ! (: i think anger is really going to kill me haha. eh but its your darling im supporting !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she is like omgxzxz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel like im gg crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i dont reply any of your sms-es. its just that you know. i&lt;br /&gt;a) dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;b) dont feel like replying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-7332678644795917999?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/7332678644795917999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=7332678644795917999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7332678644795917999'/><link rel='self' 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at the same time ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually listening to m2m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so confused that ive no idea what im confused about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam's pigeon is lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run run run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there IS a reason why im in cedar (besides having awesome friends and having a great time in and out of academics). where teachers always make us run. even in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they were teaching us how to really run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll run run run and run into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe maybe maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it always about maybes and might have beens ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll pull down my cap and pretend that nope. the world isnt looking at me through tinted glasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5681287166515786574?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-9166776327868277163</id><published>2007-07-28T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:47:53.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what will you do if i called for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;help me, somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the nearer you are. the faster i run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one day after school i shall go hang over some ledge in school. shall ask anger how she did it and try too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or maybe i'll go to the rooftop. at least i know how to climb up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not a bad girl. im not. im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-9166776327868277163?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/9166776327868277163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=9166776327868277163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/9166776327868277163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/9166776327868277163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/07/help.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-1167711465195301743</id><published>2007-07-27T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T02:04:24.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is a horrible week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fever from monday. and now ive got a flu on top of my fever.BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some strange reason. the whole day in school i kept thinking omg im gna die im gna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i really am going to die. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school charmaine and i talked about living for eternity. on some random day. eternity sounds scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad laoshi kept calling me up to write stuff on the board. so i wrote the words really small and signed my name really big. WHOOSH TING HUI ! man i should have drawn a heart. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoshi is funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really weird that i feel so horrible. hmm. WHY WHY WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to be clear. like crystal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know ! maybe its because i spent the bulk of the afternoons at home crying over god-knows-what ( i really mean i-know-what-but-im-not-telling ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel stupid. rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's lunch was really fun though. before amath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about eileen's jonathan ( who suting calls jonnie. ew ). then from there we went to chemistry physics and biology ! haha. triple science students indeed. (: i think we were so loud the whole canteen heard us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case anybody is interested in knowing. crystal and i have just agreed that gays are hot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crystal is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked out anger's new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;denise: omg whos this !&lt;br /&gt;anger: AH MY DARLING !&lt;br /&gt;denise: i wna see i wna see !&lt;br /&gt;anger: hmm.&lt;br /&gt;denise: ohkay ohkay he's the best looking among the four of them ! (gives that omg he's so cute ! smile. ohkay i lie. there isnt such a smile. i shall make one myself)&lt;br /&gt;anger: OHKAY ! ( in that yay ! voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me vaguely of alvin HAHA. according to her. she doesnt need his picture cause he's in her heart. -.- that and the fact that yanyalun is so mucho better looking. ( yup im surrounded by fahrenheit lovers so i actually know their names and how they look. and yes that guy really IS good looking so there !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i cant at laugh her about alvin anymore cause laoshi asked the two of us to go up to the board and write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to hit a g note tmr when im SO NASAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall not cry anymore. its making my eyes swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henceforth shall go indulge in sleep. even though its only like four fifty-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off to tuition it is. to spy for su-ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then study through the night. (as if. i doubt i'll last past one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. is a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this week. is a horrible week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issac be strong !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-1167711465195301743?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/1167711465195301743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=1167711465195301743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/1167711465195301743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/1167711465195301743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-horrible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-7024752940610123061</id><published>2007-07-22T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T04:46:32.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the hate-word of the year is priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an awesome talk with my jie last night. even though the whole first part was just her talking and me gg ah yeah hmm i guess. and when it was finally my turn to speak she was falling asleep. hmm. guess what i was talking about must have been pretty uninteresting. that or the fact that it was around one when i started talking. which means that she talked for VERY VERY LONG. the best part ? she had been talking about the same thing since nine plus ten ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still heart you ohkay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that my bed must have been pretty big to fit the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give it a chance. give it a shot. i'll say i'll think about it. but maybe by the time i get around to thinking about it. there wont be a need to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 my new snow globe. i really did not mean to leave it in the church hall. (: really really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking. how can you like two people at one time. cause to like two people at once would just mean that you like neither right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep talking to jie has officially screwed up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay to jie for making up her mind. but sucker to me for being more confused than i'd started out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to eternal summer for cheering me up this morning. yeah pointing to me from your car isnt exactly a good way to get me to realise your existence. but thank you for your sms. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. is a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't you dare give in. cause im definitely not about to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-7024752940610123061?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/7024752940610123061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=7024752940610123061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7024752940610123061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7024752940610123061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/07/hate-word-of-year-is-priority.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5197808779437547241</id><published>2007-07-20T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:30:59.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY IS RACIAL HARMONY DAY ! (also known as CAM-WHORE DAY ! for sec fours mainly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anger and i and charmian and i kept taking photos with THE EXACT SAME POSES until we were satisfied haha. poor junling and samantha had to be our photographer cause they didnt wear the costumes. YAY JUNLING AND SAMANTHA !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;throughout the whole day i (dont laugh) felt like i was being eaten by eugenia's sari. its like OMG-ISH-LY LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(warning: there are loads and loads of them but i shall just put the ones that i look relatively not-terrible in haha. everything is relative you know. like velocity yo. but then my face looks nearly the same in every picture. but its only cause like we only had two REAL lessons and every other was just for phototaking purposes.(: see nice teachers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND ! mommy's boy ! &lt;3 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089298195197783410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDRvojM7XI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QEr_6vKK8Co/s320/2.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS MY (once upon a time) BESTIE ! even though we're not close anymore i still think the scandalous pictures we took at gracemary's are awesomexzxz. &lt;3 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089280628781542642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDBxIjM7PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lxD1tgWBAKI/s320/8.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;see i told you i look like im being eaten by the sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089290163608939874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDKcIjM7WI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p4UVLX8UC9w/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS MY TWENTY-ONE/TWENTY-TWO ! &lt;3&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089278446938156210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqC_yIjM7LI/AAAAAAAAAMc/R_m2Ph8jQO8/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody thought of taking photos in pe attire so eileen and i decided to be special. (: yay nice uniform ! haha trying my new tight-lipped smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089280633076509954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDBxYjM7QI/AAAAAAAAANE/oFKzMXtuxXw/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;charmaine refueses to join in our nice poses. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089278459823058114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqC_y4jM7MI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MYExVWJ3cOA/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089281599444151586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDCpojM7SI/AAAAAAAAANU/bWmHdFcKpcM/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089280611601673426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDBwIjM7NI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1OVcRfWUrxQ/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep we are L-O-V-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089281612329053506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDCqYjM7UI/AAAAAAAAANk/w4xiEuCqj_4/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089281616624020818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDCqojM7VI/AAAAAAAAANs/o9JIYGinkZw/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARGARET ! who very nicely keeps me updated. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089281603739118898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDCp4jM7TI/AAAAAAAAANc/q1_0XxQgAdQ/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;sari-wearers of 1/10 of the PHENOMENAL CLASS OF 2007 !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089278429758286978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqC_xIjM7II/AAAAAAAAAME/XavJHYJU46w/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;if these dont scream best friends forever and ever and ever and ever/BIMBOS ! then i dont know what do. &lt;333&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089278442643188898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqC_x4jM7KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZQOy9ZihoB4/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089298199492750722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDRv4jM7YI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5UpY-PbPywM/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;su-ann is funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;su-ann: we should have talked to him today ! (yesyes eugenia i'll call you asap)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;denise: you mean YOU should have talked to him today. what if i talk to him and like him too ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;su-ann: OH YEAH ! ohkay then he should have talked to me today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so thankfully. i dont have to talk to ahem xiaobainian ahem (he'd better never come here). i had to like go check the register for his name la ! thanks to su-ann. oh what would you have done without me. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was gna blog about smth else but i forgot. hmm. well w blog when i rmb !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today is F-F-F-UN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whoo hot guy is online HAHA. i bet sam forgot hot guy already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5197808779437547241?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5197808779437547241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5197808779437547241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5197808779437547241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5197808779437547241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-racial-harmony-day-also-known.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RqDRvojM7XI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QEr_6vKK8Co/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-799964473784358423</id><published>2007-07-15T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:06:37.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>benjamin sew (read: not sexy name) is such a prick to talk to when youre (insert negative feeling here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insert negative here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insert another one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if you dont mind. another one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WNA SCREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel. surprisingly nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonchalant looks like chantal. or maybe chantal looks like nonchalant. or maybe chantal IS nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes ben i really like the word. nonchalant is word of the day people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i used up too much feelings ytd (omg what bad syntax and grammar) and now i feel. empty. like caspar's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather talk to jingjing my pink octopus than talk to ben. yesyes. I DIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall talk about happy stuff then the not so happy i shall keep to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANTORED YTD. omg nerve-wrecking to say the least. during first reading i was like AH WHY IS THE READING SO SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i screwed up the first line. ): BOOHOO. its all weiwei and my cousin's fault really. I CANT BELIEVE THAT MY JIE. NICE AWESOME JIE. WOULD DO THAT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i still love you ohkay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a retard now. yesyes. i know what youre gna say. now shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY WEIWEI BOUGHT ME MY PINK OCTOPUS ! haha. hes now my favourite weiwei in the whole world. (: now that its hard. seeing as theres only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched harry potter with him jie and debra on thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pointed out random stuff that he could buy me. cause he said he'd treat me dinner but i didnt want to eat haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super funny. debra and jie were like NO NO NO during the kiss scene. omg-ish-ly funny. i was like AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole time during the movie. i was thinking mainly two things.&lt;br /&gt;a) AH I NEED TO PEE&lt;br /&gt;b) AH IM SO COLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus i couldnt drink my coke. ): ANDAND weiwei went BOO into my ear during this scary part and i nearly slapped him. oh wait. i think i DID slap him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left jie and debra to go F21 while we went home. cause poor us had school the next day. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went amk hub. for his dinner. he eats pretty fast. then dragged him to take the bus. late already still walk so slow. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a fun fun night with jie debra and weiwei. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching cinderella story now. and ben is very persistently asking me to watch some cracked up cookie monster thingthing. and im very persistently refusing to do so. YAY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINDERELLA STORY ! (: its so sweet and cute haha. i rmb watching it with kaiyin in the cinema and the two of us were crying like crap. aww i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princeton is where princes and princesses go to. therefore im gg there. (: with su-ann ! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not for su-ann i think i'll walk out of tuition. and the only reason why su-ann is still there is because of a certain ahem-hci-ahem guy. (read: EUGENIA LOOK ANOTHER SCANDAL ! (: ) im serious he looks like a certain biology teacher. xiaobainian. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i feel better now. insert smiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingjing the pink octopus ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MAYBE i'll go watch ben's cookie monster thingthing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-799964473784358423?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/799964473784358423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=799964473784358423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/799964473784358423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/799964473784358423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/07/benjamin-sew-read-not-sexy-name-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-6198944035002113608</id><published>2007-07-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T08:13:14.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt a very nice word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not emotionless thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look. no offense or anything. but i dont think its really nice to judge people before you know them. uh huh angel this goes out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. if you see me not smiling in school it doesnt mean that&lt;br /&gt;a) im angry at the world at large&lt;br /&gt;b) what was the word you used ? or yeah grumpy. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;c) emotionless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about grumpy. you havent seen grumpy. you should ask charmaine when im in one of my moods. which are really really occasional and not at all a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that the only time you see me (unless you stalk me) is in the morning at around seven and at seven im really too tired to like smile or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides. i apologise for not smiling at you even before i knew who you were. because if i started grinning at random people at seven in the morning theyd probably think that im demented or smth. which im obviously not. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND anyway. i apologise once again for not warming up to you because&lt;br /&gt;a) its weird cause i havent seen me before and therefore how you managed to see me is a wonder in itself&lt;br /&gt;b) i didnt even know of your existence before ytd&lt;br /&gt;c) i thought you were pretty scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause like. when you asked anger for my address and stuff i was like WTH. it made me feel like youre stalking me. which i think you werent but it was still weird anyway. and the whole hugging me thing and making me happy thing just felt weird too. so yeah. next time. dont tell your senior that you'll try to make her happy and that you want to hug her or smth along that line yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im the weird one. yeah i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i heard some not really fantastic news. eh if it can make me cry on the spot it must be really bad. like outside the parish office i was pratically bawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. about ytd. farewell was. a lot better that i expected. (: even though my balloon burst and hit my hand. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp the sec3 coy ones ! (: yay ! they were all super funny and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back its like omg has it really been so long. it doesnt feel very long ago that i was gg for the interview with charis and rachel and now im stepping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though im not really into guides and everything. i'll really miss miss miss you guys ! secfours ! (: &lt;3 thursday night. catching harry potter with my jie her friend and weiwei. hopefully it'll be fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but crystal couldnt make it. ): you were great ytd btw. (: &lt;3 and youd better be thinking about me on friday when youre doing your whatever things haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me again that im cantoring on saturday. AH. i might just hyperventilate on the altar. weiwei had better not offer me the stool to stand on again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll miss you very very much. i wna scream dont go but i guess that would be selfish. so go do your best. but remember to come back. cause there w always be somebody waiting for you to come home. that would be me. so go. cause i love you. god bless. oh man. how am i ever gna let go. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-6198944035002113608?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/6198944035002113608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=6198944035002113608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/6198944035002113608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/6198944035002113608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/07/emotionless.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-2903735228530125914</id><published>2007-07-06T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T07:47:12.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at the beginning is playing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose its one of those types of songs that EVERYBODY w know. like graduation(friends forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought my cbox was down but now its not. hmm. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI MATT&lt;br /&gt;HI BENSEEEW&lt;br /&gt;HI SU-ANN BFF BIMBO !&lt;br /&gt;HI KELLY&lt;br /&gt;HI GERI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what ben sew is saying. shh dont tell him haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben: (rambles on and on HAHA yes you do)&lt;br /&gt;denise: yeah ohkay whatever&lt;br /&gt;ben: (continues rambling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is killing me. now i dont have to fake illness to get out of the formation thing. im REALLY sick. sheesh. eugenia and su-ann's brilliant idea haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go badminton on monday with them. but my mommy didnt let me BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway at ard eight caspar and marcus came to my place to visit me haha. and to drink cold water. -.- which according to marcus is lukewarm. the two of them were super lame. cause my house is on the slope so the one next to mine is on high ground. so they were hiding when suddenly caspar's phone started ringing some weird song haha. totally busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CASPAR THE LIAR TOLD HIS MOM THAT HE WAS AT BISHAN PARK WHEN HE WAS ACTUALLY OUTSIDE MY GARDEN. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caspar and marcus: eh why your fence so low one ah. can jump over leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. when i was like p2/3 i could climb over it already. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since marcus told me that monfort starts at nine i keep thinking AH THEY JUST STARTED SCHOOL when im halfway through my second lesson haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is skating day in school ! (: pretty fun. except for the disgusting guards and everything. totally should have heard charmian and i screaming when we were putting them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw scary prata guy that day. AT 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im nv gg there again at ard three plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i was waiting for geri so i thought i'd get a drink first. and when i opened the door he was totally in my face and everything and i was so shocked to see him there that all i could do when he said hi was to smile my OMG AH smile. the one that looks like im gna drop dead any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a LONG talk with eugenia ytd afternoon haha. was fun. actually it wasnt very long. one hour only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH im cantoring next week. AH AH AH. and no weiwei i dont need the stool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that ben sew is really evil. hes teaching me how to take revenge. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to write letters to EVERYBODY and to my angel and manito. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i looking forward to it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with eugenia and su-ann ! i expect a lot of camwhoring. (: we like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo bu zhi dao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to my darling yiying its 51 days to prelims and 109 days to the olevels. so i guess i'll go mug now. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you changed? or did i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-2903735228530125914?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/2903735228530125914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=2903735228530125914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2903735228530125914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2903735228530125914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-beginning-is-playing-over-and-over.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5115126524479739167</id><published>2007-06-29T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:40:04.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some strange reason. my cbox is dead. which means that you people can only hear me talk and not talk back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. its been long. but no sam my blog is not breeding some weird mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh and i just flipped through some old photo albums and realised that when my youngest sister came along i already started displaying first child traits. and i was like FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however however. when im with my jie and kor meaning that im the youngest i display youngest kid traits. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the contwo camp was pretty fun i guess. yay-ness us mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and su-ann's birthday celebration! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topless five for your pleasure. at swensens. which isnt very pleasurable. and not very topless. seeing as how su-ann and i put so much toppings. eugenia was in a world of her own grumbling about the new exco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO'GENA LUV IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE FRIENDS CAUSE WE'RE LIKE THAT AND WE'RE LIKE THAT CAUSE WE'RE FRIENDS. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;went for dinner with the con4s after their match. sandra iddie angie and i just plopped ourselves down in the middle of toapayoh bus interchange and started playing our huh game haha. funfun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to tuition. late by like one hour + and was starting to receive death threats from su-ann if i didnt materialise soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed togo swinging with weiwei and some other people ytd. haha. man could have been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE SU-ANN THE SACRIFICES I MAKE FOR YOU. that and i didnt want to go for tuition one hr late again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it'll be bath and off to church to study with geri ! shall call crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait is such an unpredictable word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5115126524479739167?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5115126524479739167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5115126524479739167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5115126524479739167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5115126524479739167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/06/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5010942697414610507</id><published>2007-06-17T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T07:37:50.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM HELPING BENJAMIN GABRIEL SEW JIAJUN CREATE FRIENDSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never call my son benjamin cause its such a long name and their friends w have a hard time creating friendster accounts for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben: BENJAMIN IS A SEXY NAME. SO SEXXXXAY ! cause its my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im helping him reject friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiajun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is 85 years old on friendster haha. (: thanks to me. haha. i chose the oldest age possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENJAMIN GABRIEL SEW JIAJUN STOP KOPING MY LINES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg same as sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made ben live in happy gardens haha. i wanted him to live in gay world something but he didnt want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben: that day after east coast we passed a hotel called gay world hotel. i wonder what they do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben: i eat batteries. its better than red bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben: you (me) type so hard its like youre playing dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i conclude that the only reason why i type so hard is because i play the piano. and need to bang the keys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben: (on being 85) im really very mature. im just in my second childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ben can draw really well. like geri !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop blogging about our convo haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5010942697414610507?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5010942697414610507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5010942697414610507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5010942697414610507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5010942697414610507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-helping-benjamin-gabriel-sew-jiajun.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5781177823750403246</id><published>2007-06-14T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:31:10.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a lot of OMG-ish things floating around now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT FOR FRIDAY. SENTOSA DAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily su-ann is not gg for tuition as well otherwise she'll eat me up for ponning tuition. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann dear. you cant eat me. WHO ELSE WILL SIT WITH YOU FOR TUITION. yesyes. eugenia and i have a ready answer. but you wont want to hear it. take heart my love. or take foolscap paper rose. (: HAHA. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about eugenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its as if if we dont send msgs to each other in capital letters the other person wont get what we're trying to say. haha. eugenia you can go check. nearly all our msgs to each other are in caps. (: YAY. AND I DID CALL YOU. AND MSG YOU. AND CALLED YOU LIKE TEN THOUSAND TIMES AGAIN. ohkay maybe not ten thousand times. how about erm. two times. (: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you were wondering my home number is private haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been studying at all so far. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. seeing ca contwo facils tmr. (: whoohoo. actually its today. its twelve twenty-five am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop being nocturnal and try sleeping at one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES SENTOSA IS ONE DAY NEARER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinky swear. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5781177823750403246?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5781177823750403246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5781177823750403246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5781177823750403246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5781177823750403246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-7980086846025718938</id><published>2007-06-11T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:22:00.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I LEAD A SAD SAD SAD LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called eugenia. AND HER MICKEYMOUSE PHONE IS OFF. ohkayohkay. im sorry that i didnt pick up your call last night. BUTBUT. i tried calling you back. AND left like one msg AND left my phone number AND yeah. thats it. CANT YOU SENSE MY BURGEONING NEED TO TALK TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes. you left me a msg which stated very clearly how pissed off you were at not being any tan-ner than before. omg and you managed what three days w/o evanyo. im so proud my dear bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gave up trying to reach eugenia - MY MAN IS IN TAIWAN - chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and called su-ann.who didnt pick up. and crystal. who ALSO didnt pick up. how could you crystal wo really ai ni yong yuan. haha i hope youre feeling guilty now and go to sentosa on friday with me. :) and laura. who ALSO didnt pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know who to not call when im dying and in need of immediate rescue. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting anger to send me cheena songs to occupy myself. or i'll start thinking weird thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive no idea why. but ive been really weird the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like on saturday. i went to church wearing the dreams+teams shirt. which is like baggy and everything. and my jeans. and MY CONVERSE SHOES. which i havent worn in like. i dont know. cause i normally wear heels with jeans. andand i finally brought my kipling bag. which is sling and very not like my hotpink nike. and i tied my hair. ohkay bimbo-high but still tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that some of my clothes/bags/shoes are pretty extreme. and ive only one black tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even feel disappointment. nah i guess i always prepare myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg my last line make me sound like some. sappy songwriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the guy who asked evanyo to date seven girls within one year so that he can write nice sappy love songs. and when eugenia heard it she got so upset. but had full faith in her taiwan man. haha ive full faith in you eugenia. EVEN THOUGH YOU DIDNT PICK UP MY CALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam just asked me to talk to him. so i called him. and he didnt pick up. -.- maybe there's smth wrong with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay theres nothing wrong with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam has concluded that all ng offsprings are weird. but i totally beg to differ. i constantly forget that sam and i have the same surname. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay sam changed his statement. he says now that it is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he realised that all kids of ng families are of all the same gender. like he has brothers i have sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise: im in a BAD mood.&lt;br /&gt;sam: tell me. maybe i can help. (after 2 seconds) make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;denise: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are arguing about maggiemee/bitch-ing/evil seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: (after i told him i wrote about nine lines about him) keep up the good work. maybe you can write an essay about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh-ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-7980086846025718938?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/7980086846025718938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=7980086846025718938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7980086846025718938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7980086846025718938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/06/omg-i-lead-sad-sad-sad-life_11.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-4983013552507736880</id><published>2007-06-06T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T06:21:02.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be strong ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us will be wherever you need us. just come over if you need to crash or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-4983013552507736880?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/4983013552507736880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=4983013552507736880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/4983013552507736880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/4983013552507736880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-nicole.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5157417715841553651</id><published>2007-06-05T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:13:15.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVERYBODY IF YOU SEE ME ON FRIENDSTER WRITING WEIRD STUFF. ITS REALLY CRYSTAL LEE ZIYUN THATS DOING IT. AND HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you know. we love switching accounts. grins. wo men de mi mi. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i rushed all the way online to see that ! omg crystal ! haha. GRINS. ah crystal's msg made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH AH AH. im in a state of high-ness. thanks to crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCANDALOUS. the only things that are gg through my head now are OMGOMGOMG and OMGOMGOMG and EEYER BAD TASTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it when im not the one whos supposedly scandalous. cause you know. im really innocent and innocent and innocent. and not scandalous. and most of the time ive no idea whats gg anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha seems like our council is being scandalous too. YAY-NESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay shall go erm swop more information with crystal. my ai-ni-yong-yuan-er. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{EDIT/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay im back to blog somemore. i forgot about what. wait let me go correspond with crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA CRYSTAL AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry we're speaking in code that nobody besides us can comprehend. we must be really special. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay the council is gg too fast. i think i'll just pretend im there but really continue speaking in code to crystal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. right lets talk about the saturday night movie thingthing ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - sam i dont care about your and i thingthing anymore haha - angie sam ben ben patrick bryan caspar matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie wasnt all that great. the company was something else though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM KEPT KICKING MY CHAIR DURING THE CHEERLEADERS PART. argh. free massage ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after we walked out of the cinema the guys kept gg ah totally and do the hand thing. OMG LA. but i can do it better. like ah totally ! does the hand thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through the movie angie was trying to pass patrick smth and had to reach across my face to give it to him. and for some strange reason she kept poking him and gg shrek shrek ! and i was like huh? and went erm i think his name is patrick. and she was like OH YEAH ! omg super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay now it doesnt seem that funny. but it was super funny at that point of time !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crystal and i are such die-hards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay im bored now. shall go speak in code again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case youre wondering its one oh eight am now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and to shut people up. whether im attached or not. really is of no consequence to you. or you. or you. points to random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you really must know. then yes im attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ? laura ? haha. and crystal and yiying and and and. yeah you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay. now BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5157417715841553651?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5157417715841553651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5157417715841553651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5157417715841553651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5157417715841553651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/06/everybody-if-you-see-me-on-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-6513424223123955571</id><published>2007-05-30T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T06:31:12.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JERVIS KANG IS ONE HECK OF A LOUSY GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK _ EVERYONE! I KNOW DENISE CHANTAL NG FROM CHURCH OF THE HOLY SPIRIT, HALMM CHOIR, FROM CEDAR GIRLS SCHOOL AND IS BORN IN AUG! says:&lt;br /&gt;love my nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course i had to retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENISE !                but the snow melts and the rhythm still goes on ; says:&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still felt that that was too mild. as laura said. and refused to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that i forgot to tell him to get a life. so i had to ask sam to tell him to get a life cause i wasnt talking to him. AND THAT COST ME SAM'S PRATA BREAKFAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah seeing all of them again tmr w be fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay my main aim is to blog about how lousy he is. and im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut. &lt;3crystal&amp;laura !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-6513424223123955571?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/6513424223123955571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=6513424223123955571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/6513424223123955571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/6513424223123955571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/05/jervis-kang-is-one-heck-of-lousy-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-3623550048388915484</id><published>2007-05-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:40:08.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dots are so kewlzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay now i feel like eating swensens' banana crumble. yum. cheer dessert !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geri called me when she was walking home. haha super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不知道说甚么好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要坚强&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so screwed. i wish i didnt have to go for the rjc thingthing. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH. now bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-3623550048388915484?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/3623550048388915484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=3623550048388915484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3623550048388915484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3623550048388915484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/05/dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-7421716104883960217</id><published>2007-05-25T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:09:53.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I &lt;3 EUG AND SU-ANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even need to talk to them ohkay. just thinking of them make me smile. or laugh. most of the time its laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except when su-ann doesnt go for tuition. LIKE TODAY. smth about how she cant get home. -.- liar la. i noticed a certain somebody didnt go tuition too. HAHA. must tell eugenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww man. eugenia ! jiayou ohkay ! i still cant believe you dropped. ): and i forgot to tell you just now im school. ytd i was looking at this magazine and i saw evanyo ! yup thought you would like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHUT UP EUGENIA. or i'll nv tell you when evanyo appears in magazines anymore. HMPH. and of course you'd wait for me. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I WAITED FOR YOU AND SU-ANN TO WALK DOWN TO MY CLASSROOM. we're only separated by two levels ! only three flights of stairs! the two of you can walk faster !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats ohkay. i still love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i got the ccu from su-ann already. thanks love. ohkay i'll consider forgiving you for not gg to tuition. even though i ponned so many times w/o you too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us must go out in june. esp to celebrate su-ann's birthday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're friends cause we're like that and we're like that cause we're friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay us !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay. i just wanted to proclaim my love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from mass. and michael and brandon just had to rub it in again. ohkayohkay. so michael is a lot taller than me. BUT BRANDON IS STILL SHORTER THAN ME OHKAY. even though yeah hes growing pretty quickly. nvm the fact that hes only eleven this year. i think hes at half my head already. ITS IN THE GENES I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angie swept me off my feet. literally. like i was just talking normally to her and she carried me. so i was like screaming ah let me down. haha. quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND. lucas 'everybody in some time of their life w realise that they want to be a sji boy' neo attacked my ears again! RAH E-V-I-L. so i just put nicolesiew's jacket over my head and tried to walk. without much success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pratacafe for the rest of them so geri and i went home. AH I WANT TO MOVE TO GERI'S ESTATE THINGTHING. then we can go home tgt. (: well my mom said. either there or stay here. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope there'll be an ad in the papers tmr for a house there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL NG CHEE KIAT. STOP KOP-ING MY LINES. haha. eeyer. thanks ah. now i feel mean. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOPS &lt;3 BIMBOS &lt;3 YAY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-7421716104883960217?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/7421716104883960217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=7421716104883960217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7421716104883960217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7421716104883960217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-i-3-eug-and-su-ann.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-361894025910242052</id><published>2007-05-15T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:48:32.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway now is double chem AND IM REALLY HAPPY TO MISS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this means that ive skipped all the chem lessons this week cause i left school early ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so funny really. sam ben and i are all not in school. but im sick. sam's sick. but ben is just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg geri is so. HAHA. i cant wait to live near her ohkay. then crystal geri possibly angie and i will be so close to each other. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from how sick i am she started talking about chicken broth. but &lt;3GERI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go do smth else. hope you guys are having fun in double chem. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-361894025910242052?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/361894025910242052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=361894025910242052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/361894025910242052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/361894025910242052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-not-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5065296754697852292</id><published>2007-05-12T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:15:06.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im too tired and (fill in the blanks) to type out the fantastic day with laura. sorry crystal. we'll drag you along next time ohkay ! youre still my favourite. (: both of you. haha FAVOURITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im just ripping from laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- guys who carry their girlfriend's bags probably think the bag's so fetch so they dont' really fuss carrying it. not kewt lehzxc where is your manliness dude. haha imagine EH DEAR COME BACK WITH MY BAG LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ages and ages looking for a place to eat until i settled for breadtalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- our "ugly ducking" periods coincide! from p4 to sec 2. we are preeeety swans now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ages and ages in hmv - darren hayes or savage garden and every album i picked up is cracked. and so much for cute taiwanese guy please! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "WHY IS HE SO UGLY WHAT'S HIS PROBLEM" classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- denissha and lola. ergh.- ma-a-jorly long talk in food junction for like. ages. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think i have paedophilic tendencies. khairulanwar this is what you do to me. but the baby was srsly adorable he kept smiling at us(: swoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- awesome bus ride home. denise has the ability to command the buses! she went COME, 52, COME! and it came. then when crossing the road she saw her bus and ordered it to stop, which it did. awesome eh i'm tagging with her when we need a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and, and, HEY HEY YOU YOU WO BU XI HUAN NI DE NU PENG YOU! NO WAY NO WAY NI XU YAO YI GE XIN DE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and it's official, we're together :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. so between you and me ive like ten thousand girlfriends and one boyfriend (yiying). SEE IM SO LOYAL TO YOU YIYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. AH IT WAS REALLY FUN. (: all the ahem information swapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think im so cool. I CAN TOTALLY COMMAND VEHICLES OHKAY ! besides thursday i was trying my luck with cabs ytd cause people kept rushing me. so i closed my eyes stuck out my hand and counted to eighteen. cause you know i really like that number. AND LOW AND BEHOLD A CAB STOPPED JUST AS I OPENED MY EYES. i must be really magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people are asking if im ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann eugenia ! ah i miss you two now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam is so funny. its ohkay you can walk to my future-house. or FLY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pull through. just watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great job to geri sandra lou ! and my lil sister of course. (: my sister is not even eleven and she can put on her own make-up. im so impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll skip mass tmr to go talk to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MSN AND SAM'S MATCH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENISE ! but the snow melts and the rhythm still goes on ;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;An angel got his wings, and we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song. YAY. its so pretty and relate-able and yet not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that. now is a good time to let go. i was just fighting a battle with myself. i WILL get over it. byebye. it was great knowing you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise you can do it ! whooosh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5065296754697852292?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5065296754697852292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5065296754697852292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5065296754697852292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5065296754697852292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-too-tired-and-fill-in-blanks-to-type.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-3430815340544944841</id><published>2007-05-10T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T05:54:22.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i get really scared when people start shouting at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its apparently some sort of trauma from when i was a kid but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people start screaming at each other i start crying. and its not even me theyre screaming at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know who to msg so i'll just push it down and grin and bear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA AND I HAD A GREAT DAY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry su-ann for pulling out on you. i know you feel like eating me but WHO ELSE WILL YOU SIT WITH IN TUITION ? i know i know. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. had a really really nice time with laura. even though we just sat at foodjunction and talked for eons. and looked at cute babies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like ooh baby. one two three AW. HE IS SO CUTE. laura wanted to take a picture of him but i stopped her haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jubilate tmr ! hope su-ann doesnt try to eat me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really funny how two people can be so alike and so different. and if you hadnt sent that msg i wouldnt have known how much you mean to me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-3430815340544944841?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/3430815340544944841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=3430815340544944841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3430815340544944841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3430815340544944841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-get-really-scared-when-people-start.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-3927449265834874365</id><published>2007-05-07T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:00:12.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj_-3KN3unI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q_96Dx-6UbM/s1600-h/IMGP3960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062044729776519794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj_-3KN3unI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q_96Dx-6UbM/s320/IMGP3960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MYES ARE OVER ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suting has blue eyelids check them out. i did them for her ! haha.and her mascara. (: i got her hooked on them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that girl left her waterbottle all over the place so we had to retrack everywhere to get it back. she should get the sling type. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i concluded that everybody has watched meteor garden. the cheer prac turned talk of taiwanese dramas and charmian changer melo singing really loudly and korwoong and i pretending not to know them has also proved the point. EVERYBODY HAS WATCHED METEOR GARDEN. haha. its practically the mother of all dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway suting and i are gna watch shen qing mi ma ! haha. cause we saw the vcd at some shop and both went OMG I WANT ! haha. and im not gna watch lavender no matter what you say suting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj_-3aN3uoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/R5Zmc2fvLtI/s1600-h/IMGP3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062044734071487106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj_-3aN3uoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/R5Zmc2fvLtI/s320/IMGP3939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STUDY SESSION ON SATURDAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;became cam whoring session after sam ben leonard ben and bryan came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj_-5KN3urI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oNX0hCjZREw/s1600-h/IMGP3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062044764136258226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj_-5KN3urI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oNX0hCjZREw/s320/IMGP3948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i was the only girl i still had to scramble with sam and leonard for sexy chair. and patrick recoiling from my scream haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062045429856189122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj__f6N3usI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5qHBuf4pWxo/s320/IMGP3949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062044751251356306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj_-4aN3upI/AAAAAAAAAIU/buTQ34A1xz0/s320/IMGP3945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062045434151156434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj__gKN3utI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fLOiDOEnUlo/s320/IMGP3951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i always knew they were gay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAM SU-ANN ! stop trying to eat me. haha. youve been saying that like weeks. and you now you wont die from not seeing me during tuition. you can totally sit with. you know. eugenia can fill in the blanks. (: even if i dont go for tuition i still love you ohkay ! and my only scandals are you and eugenia haha. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-3927449265834874365?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/3927449265834874365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=3927449265834874365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3927449265834874365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3927449265834874365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-myes-are-over-suting-has-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rj_-3KN3unI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q_96Dx-6UbM/s72-c/IMGP3960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-397729855293174463</id><published>2007-05-04T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T06:39:43.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG THIS MV IS SO SWEET. i actually cried while watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5XaeFcWPGXE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally not supposed to be there cause of my physics paper but couldnt resist. its so pretty !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an old song but i heard this guy on teevee talking about the mv so i decided to watch it. OMG MUST WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another OMG thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERLEADERS WILL RISE AGAIN. AGAIN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lovelovelove&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 cheerleading/ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0ECjhDxNPg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0ECjhDxNPg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you listen carefully you can hear people going they're so much better than ixora ! haha. shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our cheer routine short and without the front cheer. after sports day. meaning not the actualy thing which explains why not everybody is in attire. but still LOVE ! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-397729855293174463?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/397729855293174463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=397729855293174463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/397729855293174463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/397729855293174463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg-this-mv-is-so-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-113978724671044023</id><published>2007-04-21T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:03:05.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RillhMJXYvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/p7ui1CXFWOw/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055683677570687730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RillhMJXYvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/p7ui1CXFWOw/s400/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; people who cant base ( ie jedidah and i ) just have to do pretty bridges. just as well we're the exact same size. but im taller. (: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055685176514274178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rilm4cJXY4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/okHC6OiT6_0/s400/denise-+jedidah+and+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;JEDIDAH/hamtaro (: yiying says she looks more like tweety bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RillhcJXYwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/T07Ce-JAu2w/s1600-h/denise+-+anger+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055683681865655042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RillhcJXYwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/T07Ce-JAu2w/s400/denise+-+anger+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RillhsJXYxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0iAZBd4Fx6s/s1600-h/denise+-+bougai+skirts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055683686160622354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RillhsJXYxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0iAZBd4Fx6s/s400/denise+-+bougai+skirts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055711517548700578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Ril-1sJXY6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/LdLpUfl4VC4/s400/denise+-+bimbos+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rillh8JXYyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LMxkGEXg8eQ/s1600-h/denise+-+bimbos+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055683690455589666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rillh8JXYyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LMxkGEXg8eQ/s400/denise+-+bimbos+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BIMBOS. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055689218078499730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RilqjsJXY5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/2nCV5QHbPsA/s400/denise+-+suting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;glam glam track princess. she claims to be a flower fairy. HAHA. but still &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;although now other houses are claming that they got first but really to them. is cheerleading all about winning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shouldnt it be of teamwork endurance and i dno. the love for it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ben's birthday thing at ps. and this is leonard ! outward emo inward beng. CHANGE BACK TO YOUR OLD HAIRSTYLE. but at least he was nice and carried my board for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055685167924339554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rilm38JXY2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B824zXIq0wY/s400/denise+-+leonard+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant upload the video now cause its is my daddy's camera. so im waiting for korwoong to upload on HER blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055685155039437634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rilm3MJXY0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7vk-lJMld54/s400/denise+-+bougai+07+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055685159334404946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rilm3cJXY1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/B4xygqgCUkY/s400/denise+-+bougai++07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you guys really made me super happyhappy and it really was the best day of my entire life. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-113978724671044023?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/113978724671044023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=113978724671044023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/113978724671044023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/113978724671044023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/04/people-who-cant-base-ie-jedidah-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RillhMJXYvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/p7ui1CXFWOw/s72-c/DSC00302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-7482880905736156829</id><published>2007-04-15T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T07:41:02.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pts-t0mGEYE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pts-t0mGEYE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-7482880905736156829?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/7482880905736156829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=7482880905736156829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7482880905736156829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7482880905736156829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/04/awesome-oh-wow-like-totally-freak-me.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-4774782022310068284</id><published>2007-04-13T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:12:39.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;su-ann makes going to tuition sound like we're going to watch a movie. must go early so that we can get seats ! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh blah the rmun thing. we're just gna get blasted by ri and rg boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessie taught me how to fold pretty cranes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet the parents in school. if what my teachers are saying can be trusted. IM A REALLY INTELLIGENT EXTREMELY MOTIVATED AND QUIET GIRL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine kept smiling her weird smile at me when my mom was talking to msbegum and i kept making faces back at her. which was quite hard considering that msbegum was trying to talk to me too. so i had to pretend that i was actually listening haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i told charmaine charmian silin eileen etc that the teachers said i was quiet they all gave the same -.- face. haha. ITS TRUE. i really am quiet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe extremely so in msbegum's classes. but thats not because im really attentive. its more like im sleeping so i cant talk. luckily my sleeptalking is limited to at home. i slepttalked to eugenia and su-ann before at my place haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh and she says that i dont smile much in school. haha mrschew said that to me during dialogue too! but im like its kind of hard to keep grinning when youre doing differentiation however much you love it. i happen to really really like differentiation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should see me when im with su-ann eugenia plusplus. they'd get a shock. maybe seeing me in church can send them into hyperventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise ! stop falling asleep in chemistry ! pay attention !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbut. i didnt fall asleep in chemistry today ! i kept talking to deeksha so that i'll keep myself awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painted FIVE cheer skirts just now. my hands are BLACK. but theyre oh so pretty and our new steps are super cute. nod nod nod yay bougai !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall smile more in class. i shall smile more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now im super tired and people who are super tired find it really hard to smile. im totally unbalanced physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circuit training for nafa is like OMG PAIN. the jumping was fun though. cheated on the situps. did two pullups. skidded during shuttlerun. but i ran the track thingthing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like running. cant wait for national t&amp;f and sports day ! running people are so fetcho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mrchan make us train 2.4 i keep looking at my shadow. im super fascinated by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrslim was trying to turn my class into farmers on tuesday. we plucked green chilli !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to borrow su-ann's ccu for the rmun thingthing. and shoes from jessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NAMED MY CHARACTER AFTER JESSIE. his name is jesse ! isnt that such a pretty name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having second thoughts. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you haixinghua. rmb viadolorosa tmr at three !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES FROM VIGIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052930264343932834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rh-dTckKb6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/luyoWKE69-Q/s400/IMGP3888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052930272933867442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rh-dT8kKb7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ngEfjiGucfc/s400/IMGP3891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now we can all play spot the similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052930281523802050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rh-dUckKb8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/QD5tKnHvcT8/s400/IMGP3892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;crystal the camwhore : eh take a picture of me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052930285818769362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rh-dUskKb9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/j3KclKUsNWw/s400/IMGP3897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise + deeksha = de(nise + eksha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im serious i wrote that for our joint assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-4774782022310068284?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/4774782022310068284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=4774782022310068284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/4774782022310068284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/4774782022310068284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/04/su-ann-makes-going-to-tuition-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/Rh-dTckKb6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/luyoWKE69-Q/s72-c/IMGP3888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-123925172817729453</id><published>2007-04-08T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T19:37:19.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY EASTER. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive no idea why im blogging now when i have three banyuejis - which i probably wont finish anyway and use my im such an innocent girl smile on houlaoshi charmaine hates me for using it cause she says it only makes people sympathise with me and baby me. a great example would be flagday (: but who cares - biology AND MYES. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must do well. must do well. must do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. must do well doesnt really gell with cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention how screwed we are for cheer ? ohkay i'll mention it now. we're so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i said i'd do after mass ytd ? guess i was right. i didnt do it. DENISE NG TING HUI WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are QI DUO HUA ! with our new addition of gabriel the qihuahua or rather chihuahua. meiguihua juhua daisyhua haixinghua taiyanghua hujihua and qihuahua !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures form eastervigil coming soon ! crystal and i spent a great deal of time in front of the mirror camwhoring haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super is relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you lose smth you never had ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guessing is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay lets try. lets fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-123925172817729453?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/123925172817729453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=123925172817729453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/123925172817729453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/123925172817729453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5881629455659048568</id><published>2007-04-07T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:32:01.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday jiani my dearest other lounge qm ! &lt;3 happy happy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im changed and everything and waiting for fourthirty to come so that i can go meet crystal. AGAIN. at tp. AGAIN. (: yay ! and maybe this week i can convince her to sing another girlfriend song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven more minutes to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im overdressed but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugenia yo-chin jiamin ! is a disgusting bimbo. she nearly didnt want to wash her hand cause evanyo shook it. -.- oh well su-ann and i are so glad for her that she met him and for us that suxin went with her. (: remember to invite su-ann and i to your wedding and get us vip seats. (: and a to the l to the e CHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IVE NOT FORGIVEN YOU AND SU-ANN FOR WRITING THAT MESSAGE ON MY CLASS WHITEBOARD. haha. and yes i know the two of you love me a lot a lot. im wearing your bracelet present. ohkayohkay. i love you guys too but youre so embarrassing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with crystal then eastervigil prac eastervigil after and then smth i'll most probably never do again. i hope it goes ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I HAVENT PACKED MY STUFF. AH. and ive one more minute left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so byebye and have a great advanced easter !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sing the hot cross buns song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5881629455659048568?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5881629455659048568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5881629455659048568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5881629455659048568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5881629455659048568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-jiani-my-dearest-other.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-3118936270124768350</id><published>2007-04-07T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T09:11:05.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everybody. if youve gotten some photoalbum thingthing from supposed-me PLEASE DO NOT ACCEPT IT. its a freaking virus boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to glen helped block out whatever is going on downstairs. thank you glen. even though it wasnt why i was talking to him in the first place. and SHH about what we were talking about ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop yelling at them already. do making all of us cry make the situation any better ? the situation that youre in now has not been caused by us. so stop shut up and get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to borrow somebody's ear last night / this morning during vigil. didnt though i wish i had so that i could have at least told one person and stop beating myself up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that somebody probably forgot about it anyway. not that that somebody was obligated to or anything. thanks for that momentary glimpse of hope though. it made my erm hour ? even though youd most probably not see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in true fake bright and cheery denise fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vigil was LOVE. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched crystal eat dinner. whined at my loss of liquid paper. so ironic. liquid paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crystal and her girlfriend song was the highlight of our walk around thomsonplaza and trying to avoid people. or rather she was trying to avoid people whereas i was just eh where did crystal go !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang in nasal voices as we walked to church. bsb rock your bud-dy now ! she's so much better than me at nasal singing. must go practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIA DOLOROSA is a current hit. even though its gna be easter soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halmmsters yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go eat prata with patrick before we officially sang for vigil but after fatherandrew's talk thingthing i had this compelling feel to stay there and soak everything in. so i did. it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt watch any of the passion clips. and when they shows graphics of where they hammered the nails in i was totally wincing at every turn. as with geri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washing of feet. geri and i had really dirty feet cause we ran along the corridoor barefooted. its really hard to run in heels ohkay ! even though its really fun to like twirl in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break was at 0302 for SLEEP. which didnt really happen. not for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent a smiley. smileys for strength and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat with patrick for stations. cause the back was more comfortable than the front. geri was totally dozing off. some people were blatantly asleep. patrick kept zoning in and out. i fell asleep for the narrator's twelve and thirteenth station but always woke up in time for the response. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not bad that i only fell asleep once considering that i had school and cheer. jedidah and i are totally the same size ! so our cheer skirts are like cut the cloth and divide into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole vigil was WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast at mengs then home. finally slept at eight woke up at twelve bathed and back in bed at two until six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means yes i missed the eastervigil practice. when i asked my mom why didnt she drag me along to church for threepm service she was like oh you said that we'll can go off without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like OMG WHEN DID I SAY THAT. see it shows that my brain functions perfectly well even when im asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for easter vigil later. (: but what to wear ! HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its twelve now and im still full of energy. my sleep cycle is totally ruined boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and crystal hasnt given me my roses yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which. nicolesiew angie patrick geri crystal and i are jiemeixzxz hua wor ! nicole is hujihua angie taiyanghua patrick zhazhao geri meiguihua crystal chouhua and im daisyhua ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this done while doing our warmups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-3118936270124768350?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/3118936270124768350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=3118936270124768350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3118936270124768350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3118936270124768350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-2589619138936387195</id><published>2007-04-03T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T05:04:04.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>天空灰的像哭过&lt;br /&gt;离开你以后&lt;br /&gt;并没有&lt;br /&gt;更自由&lt;br /&gt;酸酸的空气&lt;br /&gt;守住我们的距离&lt;br /&gt;一幕醉心的结局&lt;br /&gt;像呼吸般&lt;br /&gt;无法停息&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抽屉泛黄的日记&lt;br /&gt;找到了回忆&lt;br /&gt;那笑容是傻气&lt;br /&gt;你我的过去&lt;br /&gt;被深深真的忘记&lt;br /&gt;缺氧过后的爱情&lt;br /&gt;存心的眼泪是多余&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道你我都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是忘了怎么退后&lt;br /&gt;信誓旦旦给的承诺&lt;br /&gt;全被时间扑了空&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我们都没有错&lt;br /&gt;只是放手会比较好过&lt;br /&gt;最美的爱情&lt;br /&gt;回忆里带去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost without my clip. boohoo. school doesnt feel like school w/o my clip. so instead of one nice pretty clip im sticking seven pretty pins into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty is such a pretty word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day you'll turn around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-2589619138936387195?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/2589619138936387195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=2589619138936387195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2589619138936387195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2589619138936387195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-2210350954430050857</id><published>2007-03-30T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T08:47:37.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thank god for su-ann and eugenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause between the two of them they never fail to make me laugh make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus theyre always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than evan YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which isnt a lot to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann is being annoying. but oh well. TELL ME ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so sweet. (: im gna tell eugenia tmr. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really sound like someone who just stood outside the main church hall crying for like eons do i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lai yiying known more popularly as mommy's boy is/was/will be my almost everything. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for olevels to be over just so i can go hang out with my bests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever have to change church - which is a current really impending threat - crystal's gna be the one i miss most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin best churchie and lookalike !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont rmb looking alike when we first met at the end of sec two. now we can like telepathise and go omg we're looking more and more alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus not many people are willing to dance on buses to make me laugh. especially if youre dancing with patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i love crystal. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and su-ann eugenia yiying !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-dah ! the four of the most important teenagers in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-2210350954430050857?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/2210350954430050857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=2210350954430050857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2210350954430050857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/2210350954430050857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-thank-god-for-su-ann-and-eugenia.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-6486298654064581825</id><published>2007-02-28T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:54:31.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWGtwqnxBI/AAAAAAAAADI/AGJo-KN0DtE/s1600-h/denise+-+pretty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036579878999671826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWGtwqnxBI/AAAAAAAAADI/AGJo-KN0DtE/s400/denise+-+pretty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY PICTURES FROM INDUCTION CAMP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;also known as the camp whereby i bawled my eyes out. figuratively d-UH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but of course i smiled like anything else when we were cam-whoring. how could i not. i was with my favourites ! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and this is proof that we were slacking while the others were pretending they had smth to do. haha. at least we took the opportunity ! yay us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWFUQqnxAI/AAAAAAAAADA/cmkDytyUtog/s1600-h/denise+-+tadah+!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036578341401379842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWFUQqnxAI/AAAAAAAAADA/cmkDytyUtog/s400/denise+-+tadah+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWEiAqnw7I/AAAAAAAAACY/Lg39cNiTqeA/s1600-h/denise+-+emo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036577478112953266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWEiAqnw7I/AAAAAAAAACY/Lg39cNiTqeA/s400/denise+-+emo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is what happens after you dont wash your hair for one whole day. you go crazy. actually we were gunning for a more emo look but i guess we settled for some weird taiwanese floppyhaired singer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWEiQqnw8I/AAAAAAAAACg/VMQhGC5HxWg/s1600-h/denise+-+HAHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036577482407920578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWEiQqnw8I/AAAAAAAAACg/VMQhGC5HxWg/s400/denise+-+HAHA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWEiwqnw9I/AAAAAAAAACo/RWNWdWHcHog/s1600-h/denise+-+LOVE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036577490997855186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWEiwqnw9I/AAAAAAAAACo/RWNWdWHcHog/s400/denise+-+LOVE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWEjQqnw-I/AAAAAAAAACw/wKB_ZDfAcFc/s1600-h/denise+-+onetwothreefourfive+!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036577499587789794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWEjQqnw-I/AAAAAAAAACw/wKB_ZDfAcFc/s400/denise+-+onetwothreefourfive+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWD-wqnw6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qcWrGkB0DMw/s1600-h/denise+-+blah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036576872522564514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWD-wqnw6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qcWrGkB0DMw/s400/denise+-+blah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my eyelashes look longer than usual from this angle but youve to look really closely. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and there are other pictures when eugenia biru and i were climbing on the staircase railings. it was super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it is only advisable to climb staircase railings when there is nobody there to gawk at how crazy you actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esp the juniors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently they said that im the most bimbotic senior. HOW COULD THEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. eugenia su-ann and i were walking along the corridoor just now before guides. we were talking about evan yo and how not goodlooking he was with eugenia protesting of course. when su-ann and i started singing the guides song thingthing. and we totally harmonised and changed the song a bit. eugenia loves it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant post it due to like some copyright infringement thingthing. but feel free to approach the three of us. we'll be happy to sing it to you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH. my hair is so long now. YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive no school for the next two days. (: SUPER YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup its that time of the year again. OAC. bwahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rmb our oac. as charmaine said we can look back at how we ate out of oily plates and bathed together and laugh at how ridiculous we were. the part i rmb most vividly was me and suting counting down to when we can go eat mcflurry. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wo pa hei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-6486298654064581825?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/6486298654064581825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=6486298654064581825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/6486298654064581825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/6486298654064581825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally-pictures-from-induction-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/ReWGtwqnxBI/AAAAAAAAADI/AGJo-KN0DtE/s72-c/denise+-+pretty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-518582934300157815</id><published>2007-02-14T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:43:48.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINES ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is song of the erm. however long my attention span can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh eugenia - evan yo ! - chin would be so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t52RUxNq1vg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suting and i maintain that he looks like a girl version of david tao. cue eugenia's HOW COULD YOU face. (: and we'll all compromise and go ohkay hes not THAT bad looking. at least he can sing. i guess. i still like the song anyway. it has the words XING XING in it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in suting lingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPROVE MY CHINESE YO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cause eugenia gave me a pretty flower two weeks back and promised that she loves me more than she loves evan yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now cue su-ann and my skeptical glances and go YEAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;su-ann+eugenia+denise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're friends cause we're like that and we're that cause we're friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we're gna last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-518582934300157815?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/518582934300157815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=518582934300157815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/518582934300157815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/518582934300157815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-and-this-is-song-of.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5987686575789101054</id><published>2007-02-09T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T05:23:58.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and once again theres this voice in my head that goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre never good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5987686575789101054?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5987686575789101054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5987686575789101054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5987686575789101054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5987686575789101054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-once-again-theres-this-voice-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-5004974015421719391</id><published>2007-02-08T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T05:17:17.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger just deleted my long and pretty post. BOOHOO. totally channeling crystal. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we shall just cut to the chase and say the impt stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam whoring tmr with my favourite bimbos ! (: esp sentry duty at the really ungodly hour of 2am to 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAIYIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIYING CHARMIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss superboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i miss so many people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-5004974015421719391?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/5004974015421719391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=5004974015421719391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5004974015421719391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/5004974015421719391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/02/blogger-just-deleted-my-long-and-pretty_08.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-3233625864435385834</id><published>2007-01-19T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T06:31:31.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg im pretty afraid of gg to hospitals. blah gg again tmr morning. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i dont need to get another operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crosses fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay byebye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-3233625864435385834?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/3233625864435385834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=3233625864435385834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3233625864435385834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3233625864435385834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg-im-pretty-afraid-of-gg-to-hospitals.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-3748648816250232014</id><published>2007-01-18T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T04:11:27.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIHI TODAY IS MY FIFTEENTH YEAR AND FIFTH MONTH BIRTHDAY ANNIVERSARY ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRANDON. although you'll probably NEVER see it but hey. its the thought that totally counts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say that i think i sounded really sappy on my previous post. but im not deleting it cause i still want the song there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i just came online to proclaim about my birthday anniversary and to wish brandon a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so now its back to neurones and the eye. whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so excited already ! blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-3748648816250232014?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/3748648816250232014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=3748648816250232014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3748648816250232014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3748648816250232014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hihi-today-is-my-fifteenth-year-and.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-1612449672597032230</id><published>2007-01-14T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T06:32:21.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how come the ones closest to you always manage to hurt you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a totally different kind of situation from the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must sound like some kind of really depressed kid. which im absolutely not btw. its just that upsetting stuff are more fun to rant about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid petty jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go away you evil mean bad blah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im drowning myself in if we were a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing? you'll probably never find out that youre the one thats hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess now its really time for me to pick up say byebye ! and go ahead like im supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not everything always go according to what theyre supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw just to fill up more space i copied my english hw from my geog elect textbook. and im happy to say that i managed to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7w7kHRn1CM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uh oh there you go again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talking cinematic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah you youre charming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got everybody starstruck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how you always seem to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the obvious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;instead of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but get a ticket and you'll see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if we were a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youd be the right guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and id be the best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that youd fall in love with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'd be laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watching the sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fade to black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;show the names&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;play the happy song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you call me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can hear it in your voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanna see me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and tell me all about her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la la i'll be acting through my tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and youd never know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i should win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an oscar for the scene im in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if we were a movie&lt;br /&gt;youd be the right guy&lt;br /&gt;and id be the best friend&lt;br /&gt;that youd fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;we'd be laughing&lt;br /&gt;watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;fade to black&lt;br /&gt;show the names&lt;br /&gt;play the happy song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish i could tell you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theres a twist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some kind of hero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in disguise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we're together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its for real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now its playing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish i could tell you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theres a kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like something more than&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i say it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;could be amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if we were a movie&lt;br /&gt;youd be the right guy&lt;br /&gt;and id be the best friend&lt;br /&gt;that youd fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;we'd be laughing&lt;br /&gt;watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;fade to black&lt;br /&gt;show the names&lt;br /&gt;play the happy song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if we were a movie&lt;br /&gt;youd be the right guy&lt;br /&gt;and id be the best friend&lt;br /&gt;that youd fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;we'd be laughing&lt;br /&gt;watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;fade to black&lt;br /&gt;show the names&lt;br /&gt;play the happy song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite song of the week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the annoy-su-ann-for-the-hannahmontana-cd movement has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id probably have bought my own by the time she finally rmbs to lend it to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'll just pull some wool over your eyes pretending that im ohkay. cause looking at you makes me want to cry. but i'll never cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-1612449672597032230?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/1612449672597032230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=1612449672597032230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/1612449672597032230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/1612449672597032230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-come-ones-closest-to-you-always.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-8212197605901713174</id><published>2007-01-14T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:15:48.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>youve once again tried to backstab me. pretty unsuccessfully i might like to add. once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i guess along with everything youre doing youre just not good enough.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gna stoop to your level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANTORING! in like seven months. but still. i can still get excited cant i. (: whoosh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's great. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely random note i wna pick up drumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i can memorise lyrics better than i can memorise my study stuff. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck. ive always liked music more anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if we were a movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'd be the right guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and id be the best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that you'd fall in love with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'd be laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watching the sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fade to black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;show the names&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;play the happy song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-8212197605901713174?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/8212197605901713174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=8212197605901713174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/8212197605901713174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/8212197605901713174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/01/youve-once-again-tried-to-backstab-me.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-3074404295761957419</id><published>2007-01-05T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:19:17.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EADELIN CHANTELLE ! guess what ! i decided that your blog hates me. i tried tagging like THREE TIMES but it doesnt register. HMPH. so here you are with like two paragraphs specially dedicated to you. haha. yay august people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I KNOW. i miss everything ! especially our truth or dare games and screaming. totally the screaming. RAH. we should form like holy spirit dance club. HAHA. if they can have a football club i dont see why we cant have a dance club. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met marcus at ard some time outside my house. got my sister's bike then rode to bishan park. i kept screaming OMG IM GNA DIE. haha. but i didnt. no thanks to marcus of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWINGS ARE FUN. but dont try to hit each other when youre on the swings. cause you might start turning involuntarily. or like what mrlim likes to say. its a SPASmodic reaction !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found francis and off to my place. where i totally got screamed at. not very good memories. and i nearly got knocked down. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the cake and off to sandra's ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini chocolate cream fight. i didnt get dirty at all. yay me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marcus left for some more biking and it started raining so the rest of us left too. ohkay rest of us make it sound like its some huge birthday bash. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to my dearest SANDRA LEE HUI YI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16 SWEETIE ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i cant wait for my birthday to come. haha. but then there w be prelims argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however as im so forward looking. AFTER THE OLEVELS ME SU-ANN EUGENIA AND THE SECFOUR GUIDES CAN GO PARTAAY IN HONGKONG ! that would be LOVE. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i cant wait for christmas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes glen. hannah montana is a GREAT show. even though its not really logical. like HELLO if some girl wears a wig and suddenly the whole world doesnt recognise her. yeah the idea is pretty D-U-M-B. but i still love it anyway so TOO B-A-D. but hey i got the idea of lakehouse which means that im so illogical already. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out that charmaine watched bring it on all or nothing during the holidays too. haha. so we are talking in IM/just spelling everything out. like do you think i C-A-R-E?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it got really hard to think fast so we only limit the words to four letters. H-A-H-A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but our favourite will always be D-A-M-N. Y-A-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay its getting hard to type so i'll just stop here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've pretty ohkay teachers this year. yay mrschew !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no really school's really fun. HOW ELSE WILL SU-ANN AND EUGENIA AND THE REST BE ABLE TO SEE ME ON A REGULAR BASIS W/O ME ALLOCATING THEM TIME-SLOTS? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg im gna miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey. we wont ever lose contact w we ? i mean esp the BIMBOTIC TRIO. if we like just forget everything i think i'll just break down and cry. cause who else can safely say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE FRIENDS CAUSE WE'RE LIKE THAT AND WE'RE LIKE THAT CAUSE WE'RE FRIENDS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and presenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AWESOME CLASS OF 2007 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure. what if i said im scared of graduating? that i want things to stay as they are? even though i have to admit. we ARE pretty awesome. and that would be PRETTY and AWESOME. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God that at least the church-ing people w always be in church so no worries about never seeing them again ! or an alternative would be walking over to sandra's house. haha. i take like two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we were a movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-3074404295761957419?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/3074404295761957419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=3074404295761957419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3074404295761957419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/3074404295761957419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/01/eadelin-chantelle-guess-what-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-7994483857109839122</id><published>2007-01-01T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:02:22.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjiuGJlAoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AvNCRxitdlI/s1600-h/denise+-+CON+THREE+!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015007466629694082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjiuGJlAoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AvNCRxitdlI/s400/denise+-+CON+THREE+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read us. we are CON 3 ! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjiuWJlApI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B1Q4O2ZoAFg/s1600-h/denise+-+group+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015007470924661394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjiuWJlApI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B1Q4O2ZoAFg/s400/denise+-+group+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjiuWJlAqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OHHivK-Omr8/s1600-h/denise+-+group+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015007470924661410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjiuWJlAqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OHHivK-Omr8/s400/denise+-+group+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjivmJlArI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vnf1eFY4lMk/s1600-h/denise+-+group+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015007492399497906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjivmJlArI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vnf1eFY4lMk/s400/denise+-+group+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjiv2JlAsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1B-5AW32lCE/s1600-h/denise+-+group+!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015007496694465218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjiv2JlAsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1B-5AW32lCE/s400/denise+-+group+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015011826021499666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjmr2JlAxI/AAAAAAAAABU/TbNvEkAH-UE/s400/denise+-+stunt+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charm iddie nicole sandra angie gretch tilda lou ben ben francis thad aaron jervis joseph chris michael&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG only three days have passed and im missing them loads already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all 18 of us. even though we only spent like 5+ days tgt piang-ing for the dance it was a really great 5+.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;many things have happened and im really glad all of them did cause if not it wont bring me to where i am now. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well next year's the olevels so i pbb wont be blogging all that often. BUT I'LL LOVE AND MISS EVERYONE OF CON3 AND ESP HALMMIES AND THE DANCERS !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah i love us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this is a great song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPnImkodZXA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPnImkodZXA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;new years mass today with dancers. kfc for breakfast. HAHA. we were their first customers ! (: a close shave with food fight. but it rocked. and trooping ard. even a simple morning spent with them is such a blast. yay us !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and some more random pictures taken before our dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015011813136597714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjmrGJlAtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LhPPcbKftns/s400/denise+-+BRANDON+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015011817431565026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjmrWJlAuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JCeIda65wOI/s400/denise+-+make+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015011817431565042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjmrWJlAvI/AAAAAAAAABE/aDDDDMKbZN0/s400/denise+-+me+and+iddie+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015011817431565058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjmrWJlAwI/AAAAAAAAABM/s1jUGNZQzHo/s400/denise+-+spirit+fingers+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SPIRIT FINGERS !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015012964187833122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjnuGJlAyI/AAAAAAAAABc/ut7Ia3q1S2g/s400/denise-+sandra+and+me+!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes charmaine chew xinying is my favourite charm cause she ties such pretty french braids. (: haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay dancers ! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-7994483857109839122?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/7994483857109839122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=7994483857109839122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7994483857109839122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/7994483857109839122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2007/01/read-us.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMRq2Eor7Gw/RZjiuGJlAoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AvNCRxitdlI/s72-c/denise+-+CON+THREE+!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116723005337020466</id><published>2006-12-27T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T06:34:13.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and wheres superboy when she really need him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116723005337020466?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116723005337020466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116723005337020466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116723005337020466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116723005337020466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-wheres-superboy-when-she-really.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116602128824357844</id><published>2006-12-13T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T06:49:11.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY FACE IS ON THE WALLPAPER OF CRYSTAL'S HANDPHONE ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like you guys to know that its a really great accomplishment. i mean its crystal we're talking about! she must really like me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not quite officially ng tinghui denise CHANTAL. (: my mommy says that i can go change my name. when ive made enough money. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirmation was great. only that the events prior to that kind of made me not quite enjoy it so much. but only a little little little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the most flowers ! haha. yay me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my dearest su-ann and eugenia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you so so much for being there with me. for being my bestfriends. always there to pick me up. i totally love us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3bimbos&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from choir camp. la la la. a whole lot of fun rolled into threedays twonights. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerard was so funny ! with his chest shaking thingthing. i totally swear that i did not influence/talk him into doing that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did get everybody into the cheerleading mood today. haha. yay me ! it was like suddenly everybody were doing stunts and bridges and everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO HALMM. a bridge club. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally hosea a little music ministry. we can be hosea a large music ministry if we expand and still be called HALMM. or as lucas puts it we can be called hosea a music ministry and be called HAMM ! i seriously dont wna be called hamm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucas has this really weird fascination with my ears. he was like can i take a picture with your ear? like HAHA. so i kept running away from him. but evil michael helped him take a picture. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL AND I ARE SO WONDERFUL AND INFLUENTIAL ! for one. i turned quite a few but mostly guys bimbo and crystal did a great job with her lianzxzx. now pratically everybody laces their sentences with OMG and (insert word)zxzx. YAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even marianne is turning lianzxzx. thats pretty scary. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a pretty heart-to-heart talk with crystal last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll always be here for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lucas was all eh watch the eye ! so we did. and it was anything but scary except for the elevator scene. that was the only scary part in the whole show. its more of sad than horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crystal just made an interesting revelation. NEXT WEDNESDAY IS THE 20TH OF DECEMBER.. ALREADY. blah. where did november and december go to !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yay shopping ! the past few days have been pathetic cause all our shopping was done at 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went flat for the high f in joy to the world and sharp for the high g in white christmas. WHATS WRONG WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifty-five minutes is a really long time to be singing continuously. geri's hands were trembling. poor girl. but i think she was just hungry haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was really fun. yay HALMM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never say never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116602128824357844?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116602128824357844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116602128824357844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116602128824357844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116602128824357844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-face-is-on-wallpaper-of-crystals.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116550118798448587</id><published>2006-12-07T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T06:37:44.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im pretty disappointed in you. all of you. and especially &lt;s&gt;bestfriend&lt;/s&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not anger that radiating through me. its more of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were friends. i for one really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it just made things worse when i had to hear about it from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of us had quite a good time at the cononecamp facilitation thingthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for crystal being my conscience. gabrielchee for suddenly making everything seem funny. very unintentionally of course. he gave me a look i shrugged in regular crystal fashion and everything just seemed pretty dumb. patrick for cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL AND PATRICK ARE SUPER EMBARRASSING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at longjohns the two of them showed just how they wasted their money on dining etiquette classes. through edusave but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the bus the two of them tried to get me to dance with them. LIKE WTH. and the bus was pretty packed i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all thanks to the two bright sparks in my life i think i'll survive thank you very mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say bye to supergirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes going going gone and w probably never come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116550118798448587?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116550118798448587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116550118798448587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116550118798448587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116550118798448587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-pretty-disappointed-in-you.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116515422141246580</id><published>2006-12-03T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:27:26.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OMGAWD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to eugenia is SUPER exasperating. she has like a one track mind ! and i thought su-ann was bad enough. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to popular demand im blogging again ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dno why but the urge to blog is like gone. AWW. but anything to make my fans happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is patrick nicholas (soon to be) canisius wewengkang. he is a bad boy who likes eating peoples' shoes. BEWARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j265/tinghui-/Photo-0009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;PICTURE !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ta-dah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVE NTH TO DO WITH IT. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkayohkay. final vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise &lt;strong&gt;clare&lt;/strong&gt; ng or denise &lt;strong&gt;chantel/chantal/chantale&lt;/strong&gt; ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally prefer chantel/chantal/chantale cause. i dno. i just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole lot of things have happened throughout the few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirmation camp being the one big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. i dont really want to delve too much into it. some stuff are pretty heartbreaking. and im not only talking about the programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the programme was like knock me off my feet. i felt as if old memories were coming back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirmation on the ninth of december ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened. its kind of hard to believe that the stuff in the earlier parts of the year had really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAITH TRUST AND PIXIE DUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j265/tinghui-/Photo-0009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116515422141246580?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116515422141246580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116515422141246580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116515422141246580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116515422141246580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/12/omgawd.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116411692160661338</id><published>2006-11-21T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T06:02:01.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;denise&lt;3eugenia&lt;3su-ann&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now isnt this like the fiftymillionth time ive said it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since we're in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE FRIENDS CAUSE WE'RE LIKE THAT AND WE'RE LIKE THAT CAUSE WE'RE FRIENDS &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we. you know. blackmail each other shamelessly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116411692160661338?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116411692160661338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116411692160661338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116411692160661338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116411692160661338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/11/denise3eugenia3su-ann-now-isnt-this.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116360527618409495</id><published>2006-11-15T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:41:22.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my room's light isnt working and ergo i cant do anything in my room at night until my dad gets back from wherever he is right now and fix it for me. which w be like saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun living in the dark denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hongkong trip with the other this year's secthrees/next year's secfours  next year ! :) although its probably gna be open to all but our level w probably make up the bulk of it. yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine all that shopping! and disneyland for our beloved mickeymouse crazed eugenic eugenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friend is in bintan. which is in indonesia. i totally remembered! but since ive no idea where indonesia is there isnt really any point in my knowing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine always tried to tell me where each country is. haha. she has like a world map in her head. she even drew out one for me in class before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. back to bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i rmb how everybody suddenly became quiet and i was rambling to myself when i turned and saw you in white and promptly started to scream your estate down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said. traumatic events are always hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend told me some quite disturbing stuff ytd. it has gotten me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you really know the person next to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the same context. do i really know bestfriend? su-ann? eugenia? yiying? all my other friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard isnt it. trying to discipher who one really is. maybe what youre seeing is really a facade. a show. a masquerade? in short mask-y of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite sad to know that youve been taken for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i really should stop being so gullible and believing what everybody is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the proposal for the secone induction camp is staring at me in the eye. i suppose i should go do smth about it. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the bright side yay walkie talkies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah a lot of people think that im quite dao and all. but im really nice and everything. haha. its just that my usual dazing into nowhere face is like dao. just like crystal's trademark screensaver face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right talking about crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had two people coming up to me asking if crystal and i are sisters. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next person who asks us w get the ans theyre looking for. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116360527618409495?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116360527618409495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116360527618409495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116360527618409495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116360527618409495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-rooms-light-isnt-working-and-ergo-i.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116290959250390530</id><published>2006-11-07T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T06:26:32.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY JULIET !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. its such a teenybopper song that its a good thing im in a teenybopper mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a bit dreamstreet meets i dno what it meets. but definitely with a dreamstreet thingthing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay dreamstreet !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey juliet&lt;br /&gt;i think youre fine&lt;br /&gt;you really blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday&lt;br /&gt;you and me can run away&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i wna be your romeo&lt;br /&gt;hey juliet&lt;br /&gt;hey juliet&lt;br /&gt;-LMNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohaky i just just just saw this dreamstreet mv on youtube since i was totally in the mood and everything. yeahyeah even though dreamstreet is like really really old. and surprisingly i can totally rmb the words to i say yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my all time favourite teenybopper song it happens everytime ! haha. its pretty cool how they can like film their dancing on the yatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them looks freakingly like a dirtyblond version of my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i see the younger version of jessemccartney in the video im totally reminded of brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this post sounds happy enough ! theres practice for firelighting tmr ! with my favourite outdoorcooking people quincy su-ann and eugenia! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby down on dreamstreet&lt;br /&gt;denise  ten nineteenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116290959250390530?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116290959250390530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116290959250390530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116290959250390530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116290959250390530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-juliet-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116152051696919086</id><published>2006-10-22T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:35:16.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>denise ng tinghui youre such a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll take a minute to ponder. where we're going and what we want of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116152051696919086?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116152051696919086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116152051696919086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116152051696919086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116152051696919086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/10/denise-ng-tinghui-youre-such-coward.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116127188013142347</id><published>2006-10-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:31:20.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DREAMS AND TEAMS ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i was like an illegal participant. haha. but i still got the shirt! :) and did stuff with su-ann and eugenia! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outdoor cooking was so fun! but comparing quincy's fire to ours it was like omg how does she do it! haha. the best part? we're doing it again for best practice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugenia is like the ultimate ! she taught herself to say i know im cute and im insert korean actor's name here 's wife in korean. haha. but still the eugenia we know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. su-ann and i got talent spotted! haha. actually it was just that the photographer took so many photos of us. haha. cause su-ann and i being really in sync with each other high-fived and the photographer came running over gg do it again do it again! so we did like ten more shots. the photographer is one picky guy. so we're hoping we'll end up on the front cover of the yearbook next year. haha. and he took this really nice picture from us that we're gna demand i mean ask from from mdmf. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got out of school to buy angie's present. it looks like scallop. haha. and food for the other outdoorcooking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school for one more shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sleepover at su-ann's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex just showed me how to write my name in japanese! haha. yay now i know tamil and jap too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to sleepover at su-ann's. we watched fairly odd parents and spongebob with su-mei. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to load our ipod songs. HAPPY NANOS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann eugenia and i have this bond that nobody can break. its like i dno. we just really complement each other. but oh wells. at the end of the day. bimbos rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really tired after all that running about. nodded off at like one thirty? apparently su-ann was talking to herself towards the end of it. haha. sorry sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE THE AWESOME CLASS OF 2007 !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i think about it. the scarier i think graduation is. its like i dont wna graduate! i wna stay where i am. childish thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about graduation with su-ann ytd night. decided that we would ALWAYS keep in touch. with eugenia too of course. with any luck. we can go to the same jc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CUT MY FRINGE! havent cut my hair since like before oac? which was like in march. more than half a year ago! i conclude that my hair grows really slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine suting and i had fun staking it out in the last cubicle of the first level washroom pretending to be ghosts. until i told them that the toilet was reportedly haunted. haha. dont believe in ghosts but oh well. for the fun of it. scared a few secones for life i suppose. with suting's HAHAHAHAHA. haha. it was really fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;デニス !&lt;br /&gt;denise  eleven twenty-fourpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116127188013142347?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116127188013142347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116127188013142347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116127188013142347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116127188013142347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams-and-teams-even-though-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116092044034360708</id><published>2006-10-15T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:26:19.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shooting stars are not stars at all. they're just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. what we're wishing on when we see one is actually a trail of debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as quoted from my sister's keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes hurt from bawling while reading my sister's keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann totally got me hooked. haha. even though all she said was oh jodi picoult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i DO listen to you. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the way she takes on different perspectives. cause in this fastchanging society nobody really cares what the other has to say. so now its down to nicholas sparks and jodi picoult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i dont strike people as somebody who reads. HMPH. so to see me actually read is like OMG SHE READS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to borders. whoosh! ohkay so right su-ann even though you probably already know what your present already is. pretend to look surprised on boxing day or whatever ohkay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to marcus for listening to me rant and ram my fists into the keyboard. even though youre comments are like. erm. haha. and you watch lame stuff. but yeah its funny. but still lame. and that song OMG. im still special! HAH. but youre just weird. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now hes trying to get me to play runescape. just like him sandra and gareth. not happening in the near future. i'd rather be subjected to the youtube stuff he asked me to watch. which is like. yeah you know. weirdly funny. and funnily weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still havent gone out with sandra yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner ytd with the choir people was so fun! went to sushiom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor people thats what grace me crystal luke michael and ryan are. ohkay not so much crystal and luke. cause they could like afford full meals whereas the four of us shared two-two. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to wear. what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting my gradeeight tmr! cant wait! :) ive decided that i like playing jazz stuff. haha. its like FUNKAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH BESTFRIEND/conscience! what about the present! copy my name. haha. but seriously it'll be quite cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has become so bad that it can only go uphill from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter anyway&lt;br /&gt;denise nine forty-sevenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116092044034360708?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116092044034360708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116092044034360708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116092044034360708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116092044034360708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/10/shooting-stars-are-not-stars-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116074927742755814</id><published>2006-10-13T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:21:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAH is such an awesome word! followed closely by WHOOSH. :) yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh su-ann! i know how to work it already! haha. thanks for your help anyway sweetie. yay HAPPY NANOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine lin minyi. haha. it was a joke. but since you took it so seriously thanks! haha. houlaoshi kept picking on me and suting td. haha. so not fair. hiding in the washrooms was fun eh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh sandra is EVIL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite sad. im kind of walking with a limp now. thanks to the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurses are quite gossipy. this is what i found out after gg to the clinic ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT GG TO SCHOOL IS BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored ytd that i watched sesame street. and loads of stupid thingthings. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched princess hours TWICE. thats TWO TIMES. i had better do well for my chinese olevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with my mom and debbie td! cause we had to go service my mom's car. blasted fifty on me in less half an hour. my sister was so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw jiani just now. she was wearing school u but she totally ponned class td! haha. BAD JIANI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SU-ANN IS GOING DOWN! gives ALEXANDRA a whole new meaning doesnt it. :) forget about the if tomorrow never comes thingthing. thats like so passe! NOW YOU DIE FOR LAUGHING AT ME ABOUT IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES! gives the innocent smile and continuously bats eyelids in the way only you me and eguenia can do it. haha. cant wait for camp. bring camera! pictures! but oh who are we kidding. we'll probably only take pictures of the three of us. haha. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! camp is gna have a whole new meaning! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday and wednesday nights are gna be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DENISE&amp;EUGENIA&amp;amp;SU-ANN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be nice. your secrets are the ones i'll bring to the grave. or the cremation centre at mtvernon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive concluded that marcus and gareth are physco. i mean i always knew that. but this is to put it down in black and white. and daryl too i suppose. but its bad to sterotype. and it would be mean to put him down as physco just because he hangs out with gareth and marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marcus died! ALRIGHT! haha. and no marcus. you'll are not that special. I AM! haha. and awesome to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to say that JENNIFER PHANG EELING aka JESSIE is my favourite twenty-two! even though she totally neglects me in class. i bet you had fun sitting with me and everything. haha. she left me to talk to myself more than once ohkay! but she rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWENTY-ONE&amp;TWENTY-TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty now. i'll go ask my mom if i can go sleep over at su-ann's. which means MORE PICTURES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you thought it to be&lt;br /&gt;denise  ten fourteenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116074927742755814?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116074927742755814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116074927742755814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116074927742755814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116074927742755814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/10/rah-is-such-awesome-word-followed.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116020628235097483</id><published>2006-10-07T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:31:22.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in case my msg ytd sparked off some thought. dont worry. i dont want you back like that. i just want everything to be a big OHkay by the time camp comes ard. so no weird feelings or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and youre really obvious you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY NEW NANO TD! yay now su-ann and i can go ard gg happy nanos! esp in tuition. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116020628235097483?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116020628235097483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=116020628235097483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116020628235097483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/116020628235097483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-case-my-msg-ytd-sparked-off-some.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-116014975947631708</id><published>2006-10-06T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:49:19.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awesome oh wow&lt;br /&gt;like totally freak me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is cheer of the week! and next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished jumping ard the place gg OH YEAH MY EXAMS ARE OVER and continue jumping ard again. doing this to my sisters who are still stuck with their psle and eoy is very rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i got a omg why are you so childish! from them. haha. but i bet theyre just jealous so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams make me childish. this is the cue for charmaine to go you've always been childish but dont listen to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was emath and socialstudies. i conclude that the ss textbook is like super biased. we made mrchai update us on all the recent conflicts in the world. spotting questions. haha. MERGER AND SEPARATION CAME OUT! i was like ALRIGHT! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday geogelec and chemistry. chemistry was surprising not difficult. yayness! geogelec was just writing a lot of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday biology. lets not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday/today amath and physics! amath was like omg im gna die. which sucks cause math is like one of my better subjects. physics was ohkay. well it totally should be i actually like physics. haha. cause its like math anyway. beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angie came over on wednesday when i was mugging for biology. she was like which is your house number and im coming over to do a visit. and i was like WHAT. so she did and we sat ard in my messy room for like fifteen minutes and she went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS A TOTAL BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi with suting and charmaine! the three of us were laughing over stupid things. we sat in the booths for like two hours straight. THE TWO OF THEM CAN EAT A LOT. we cleared 37 plates between the three of us. they actually finished their udon! i just ate one strand and stuffed the rest under the seaweed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ard fourthirty i was on the verge of puking and they were like still going strong. and i was the one who havent eaten for like twenty hours. haha. so i just sat there for like five minutes willing myself not to puke. charmaine and suting got quite scared but continued eating anyway. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran off at ard five cause i had to go to my cousin's place. and my little boyfriend didnt turn up so im like SO UPSET. RAH. had to follow the lil kids out with their lanterns and all that. i got the battery type! beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no su-ann unlike whats-his-name my little boyfriend is actually human. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ohkay i rmb whats-his-name. philipe! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. studied with su-ann and saturday at the bishan library which is really cold and everything. novabelle found us though. haha. the aircon kept making me sneeze. i want the cafe lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex should have more willpower and determination. just like denise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop having such cheena friends. haha. yes samantha thats you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay well maybe i am but thats just cause. like just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir tmr! yayness. and then i can go flaunt my post-exam mood. esp to crystal. hers havent even started yet! haha. yay cedar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is the first night i can sleep properly without weird equations running through my head. and waking up in the middle of the night going whats eutrophication again! drooping back of to sleep only to wake up one hour ltr going which salts are slouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed and nice aircon room awaits my awesome presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alex i'll link you some other day. haha. yesyes i know thats what i said like super long ago. patience is a virtue we should all learn to cultivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats your story&lt;br /&gt;denise  eleven forty-onepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-116014975947631708?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/116014975947631708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a nice crying fit after arguing with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god best friend chose that moment to call. even though i rejected it the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still. thank you best friend for being there. :) even though sometimes you really annoy me to no end you mean poke you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised smth. like the last time i cried best friend was there too! haha. just realised. well anyway thank you so much best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115789738931596702?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789738931596702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>LAI YIYING I'LL STILL LOVE YOU IN THE MORNING. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was so. erm. enriching. haha. we all learnt a lesson. no barns and sushi for gareth for a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with sandra ben francis marcus and gareth. i was late for like half an hour. haha. could have been the latest but sandra decided to skip one train and therefore was like five minutes ltr than me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched BARNYARD! its quite lame really. sandra and i were like screaming very time the cyotes came on. haha. just ask ben. cause i kept poking him and whining. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragged the guys ard for a while. j8 should ungergo a revamp really. its been like that since FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi! note to self: nv eat sushi with gareth EVER. he was being a total spas. kept clicking on the computerized menu and calling the waiter over for no rhyme or reason. luckily i had sandra as my shield. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marcus and francis pushed the whole california handroll into their mouths. the WHOLE thing. quite scary for me really seeing as how i was sitting opposite them and should they decide to puke the whole thing out again i would be in their line of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what! gareth just won me in four rounds of tictactoe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really embarrasing in sakae. everybody was staring at us la! i was super convinced that the waiters would like take our mug shots and nv allow us entry back into sakae again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard a bit. then sandra and i went home and the guys went to ben's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition with su-ann! haha. we pledged alligance with the ip guys and the two girls sitting behind us. thank god our teacher is nice otherwise we would be in DEEP trouble. haha. yay us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're like that cause we're friends and we're friends cause we're like that. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting boring. guess i'll go bathe for like two hours just in time for cat class. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disney!&lt;br /&gt;denise twelve twenty-onepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115777602669460372?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115777602669460372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115777602669460372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115777602669460372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115777602669460372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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September&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115746398690923660?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746398690923660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115746398690923660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115746398690923660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115746398690923660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/09/oops-gareth-and-i-pissed-marcus-off.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115719945363769582</id><published>2006-09-03T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T08:37:00.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after five minutes of waking up and kicking sun/gareth away i had deodrant sprayed past my mouth. and some into as well. compliments of moon/marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of the conone camp was when we thought they all went to bed and thus sneaked out and played by ourselves. oh man that was BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first we got the ugly green group with people i wanted to punch upon spending two seconds with them. then gareth and marcus (the moon and the sun part comes ltr) wanted to change cause their group only had one guy and they were deserting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paired with nicole. i decided to call glen man cause he was the only guy in our group. haha. sandra's like omg so cute! haha. cause apparently he has a perfect smile and all that. so the whole time i was like eh yeah man man! haha. he seemed quite ohkay with it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;games and everything were really chaotic cause it was a really large crowd and there were people being retarded. a lot of shouting was involved with nicole hogging the mike. haha. and the whacko stick was like ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stuff like dinner and all. which were pretty dry and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUN PART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the isp-ers went to the third level guys washroom and filled the balloons with water! :) it was SUPER FUN. and i got a cluster bomb! beams. and then the sun and the moon part. marcus and gareth were like armed with torchlights. gareth would on his and go sun! and marucs moon! so it was like sun! moon! sun! moon! for a few minutes and then they had a brainwave and switched both on and off concurrently and went disco! so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda's piglet nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that the some of the con ones are quite erm. not smart. cause we went to fill up the balloons and us being us had to get ourselves wet too. they were like why are you'll all wet? and since we weren't gna tell them anytime i was like oh you know there is this swimming pool at the kindergarten side. and they all started running towards the kidnergarten side. so i had to go rescue them from the nonexistant swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their curfew was like at two thirty! this so isnt fair. not that we keep to our curfews. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was the whole sneaking out of church thingthing. me sandra matilda gareth marcus francis and ben. my stalker was still working. and sandra should stop laughing at me because of him. my hands are like peeling. still. ouch poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our minicampfire on the third level bridge. cause the sun and moon were really into fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the room. quite hard trying to squish seven people onto one sleeping bag three chairs and three cushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talk. whereby there was nth we could do. omg i was like so scared i started to tear. a little closer and i would have started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played truth or dare when ben returned. yaddayadda. but it didnt work cause the sun and moon started playing with fire again. but it made the room warmer. so it wasnt all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this big cushion tug with sandra cause she didnt want to give it back. and she had like one more in the audit! so i had to go without. man i should have been more perservering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapped a lot more. at like five smth decided to sleep. had to wake at six. not enough space. i got the sofa. grins. matilda got a chair. sandra took francis' sleeping bag. gareth sat on marcus on another chair. francis and ben just slept by the door i think. like ten minutes ltr nat and lou came knocking on the door. i woke up and saw that gareth had been demoted to the floor. so let him have like one third of the sofa. nice me. my sleeping position was like super weird! and it was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at five plus. at first i thought matilda was missing cause she bent down and all. haha. ben and francis apparently slept in the cupboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people nodded off during mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was super fun! LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaddayadda. now we're all feeling random. this is getting interesting. beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stimulant&lt;br /&gt;denise  eleven thirty-one pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115719945363769582?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115719945363769582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115719945363769582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115719945363769582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115719945363769582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-five-minutes-of-waking-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115702955951744588</id><published>2006-08-31T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T06:05:59.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH. why me. why you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youd probably think its really cool having stuff like bastard rolling off your lips dont you. but bear this in mind sweetie. it takes one to know one. besides its like so unrefined undignified albeit unglam. but you wont know the difference will you. between refined and unrefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: never walk out with jessica and samantha. and when they clearly want privacy GIVE IT TO THEM. they were like hugging and all and were like THIS close presses fingers together to start kissing in front of sarah and i. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life as i know it is miserable. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go pack for the conone facilitation camp tmr. hope it'll be fun. at this point of time i dont really sound optimistic. i guess i'll have to put on my denise is a happy girl act again tmr. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a bad bad mood. and its all because of you. go away. far far away. RAH. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH. this is gg wrong! RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise nine ohohpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115702955951744588?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115702955951744588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115702955951744588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115702955951744588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115702955951744588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115668925423050635</id><published>2006-08-27T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T07:34:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive a lot to thank God for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is the night when denise nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah me and everyone around the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was nice and peaceful until everybody started running. at first i was like oh must be the parking lady thingthing. but then it was like why was EVERYBODY running. i thought the place was like gna explod or smth. and so i looked up as in outside the there was this fire behind the restaurant. like two lanes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning it was like exciting and all. i mean the fire was like those kind of HUGE factory fires. and i was with my hottie of a nephew so all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i saw the black smoke bellowing and all that jazz about pollution came to mind. miss sim and mrskoh would be so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite freaky. quite scary. but a new experience definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets talk happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I WERE A GUY I'D DATE JIANI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there! haha. jiani is so sweet! my fav jiani in the whole world def. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had isp mass ytd. aaron called at like what eleven and asked me to be the angel for the skit cause angie had choir prac or smth. i was like majorly freaking out and jumping ard the house cause i had like an hour to memorise the lines and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole came over. went to pratahouse and all that jazz. the pratahouse guy rmbs me. RAH. sam would be very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in church angie was all ready to play the angel. i was like ready to kill aaron. then RAHRAH. and all. but i played angel in the end. when i saw what i was supposed to wear angie was like oh man thank god im not the angel. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out i had to wear an alter server's cassock. which was HUGE and really heavy. and my ankles looked weird. i should've like worn pants or smth. steal laura's. haha. and her shoes! the cassock looks really weird with like ankles sky blue converse shoes and no socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so now im like the first unofficial girl alter server. beams. i had to wear the cord thingthing too! but i wore the white one cause the green one totally didnt match the whole angel look. the halo wouldnt stand properly. so i only had the wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole skit thing went ohkay i guess. gretch as the horny devil and me as angel. quite funny. bimbotic to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was this once i was like stare at gretch and went omg whats my next line. but i did really quietly and i dont think anybody noticed but if you guys did. dont tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some guy was like omg youre such a cute angel. and i immediately thought of prataguy. not a good thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still its amazing how some people can tell its me when im not wearing the cassock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icekimo with sunny wife kids iddie gretch angie thad ben jervis sam. saw francis there so we all plopped down with him. and neek and all. free icecream! haha. but i totally couldnt finish so i like threw the last bit away. played truth or dares. funny with pretending to lick glass panels and kissing of feet involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to clementi for aaron's concert. nicole's cab fare came up to like nearly twenty bucks. luckily angie was loaded. when we went into the auditorium there wasnt space for the three of us so we had to like sit on the first level so to speak. all the time during the first part i was either thinking about sleep or thinking about cheerleading. nice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERMISSION! wanted to sit in like sam's seat but he started whining so i sat on him instead. haha. then when angie and nicole came back the three of us invaded jervis' seat. not bad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after intermission nicole angie and i had our seats invaded. its payback i tell you. there were four seats at the back row. nicole sat in like the second one and refused to budge so angie and i had this brillant idea of squishing ourselves into one seat. then sam started msg-ing and calling us. the conversation was like hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE SAM WORSXZXZXZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the finale was we're all in this together. iddie sam angie and i jumped up and started dancing but we gave it up after the first chorus. cause nobody was as enthu as us. and they were like giving us funny loks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw jack neo. the guys decided to turn retarded so we pretended not to know them. like who are they!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus-ed home with angie ben thad gretch aaron and nicole. stopped at gretch's stop and waited for AGES with nicole. reached home this morning ard twelve thirty. haha. and my mom was like really nice about it. haha. yay mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all. and thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cause youre beyond special to me&lt;br /&gt;denise  ten twentyeightpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115668925423050635?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115668925423050635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115668925423050635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115668925423050635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115668925423050635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-lot-to-thank-god-for-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115600111286250713</id><published>2006-08-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T08:25:13.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grin grin grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was like totally fab. megawatt grins again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE ARE TWO OTHER SECTHREES WITH LIKE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS ME! and i always thought i was special. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to everybody who wished me. :) oh yeah i feel so loved. haha. yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suting and i had such a fun time being lianzxzxzx. haha. it was quite fun! but stupid. charmaine was trying to pretend that she didnt know us. too bad sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes in case people are wondering i really did start squealing in the middle of biology. but really quietly. quietly for my standards anyway. :) not that mrlim really cares. hes probably used to me screaming for no apparent reason. :D oh yeah. mrlim is quite a nice teacher to have. although sometimes he pms-es and looks like hes some eighteen year old hippie when hes really thirty-one. hes really cool about the excretory system too! which was like highly amusing to some people. but yeah he kept gg on and on about straight faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two math pe and the three sciences. was gna be a totally boring day but it being my birthday made everything so mucho better! not that i feel any older. ditto the wiser part. oh sheesh. so whats the point in becoming OLD AND WRINKLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to go house to house for cip for guides. at one house this naked guy opened the door. quite scary. wenlyn and i just rambled smth and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition with su-ann was a blast as usual. made her wait for fifteen minutes for me to finish bathing when we reached my place. and its ONLY fifteen. i acn do fifty. haha. the teacher wanted to see my student card cause we tried to avoid doing hw by saying that birthday girl and friends shouldnt need to think on their special day. haha. but we had to anyway. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christ alive was like omg. celebrated three birthdays in a row. complete with cake and all. :) yay! oh yeah charm's cutting skills are like WHOOSH. haha. then it was to icekimo we go! angie and i were doing our bimbo act btw. and we totally aced it WORXZXZX. haha. waited ard for them to get icecream. went home with nicole angie and francis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today! was the primary four teaching thingalingling. quite fun. went to kfc to discuss our plan. HERSEYS KISSABLES! :) and nicole's lover. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda was being spas the whole time. haha. she kept gg on and on about how we should go about removing all the sins of the world. and sandra is totally and completely in love with brandon. she was totally biased towards towards him. haha. if only she knows his fascination with my height. or lack thereof. but hes quite fun to play with. AND HES SHORTER THAN ME. by like one head. which isnt exactly very good. GROW DENISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently we're supposed to do faciliatation. oh well. im thinking of running off halfway to go for the batam thingalingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam piano tryouts were like ho hum. my foot kept slipping off the una corda and the right pedal. not good. i think that im just gg for the exam barefooted. haha. and its like way allowed so good for me! but i think im gna fail anyway. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;none the wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;denise  eleven nineteenpm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115600111286250713?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115600111286250713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115600111286250713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115600111286250713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115600111286250713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/08/grin-grin-grin.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115581719046527498</id><published>2006-08-17T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T06:16:25.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO. I MISS KAIYIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally random note. nicole! stop stalking that poor guy we sawon saturday! haha. and the pratahouse guy is not my best friend. sam's more like. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im born at like 1329. so i'll be having biology. i intend to start jumping ard then. :) mrlim wont mind. haha. i hope. and the class is quite used to charmaine suting and i screaming for no apparent reason so i dont think they'll be that affected as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i'll go practise singing happy birthday to me for tmr. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115581719046527498?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115581719046527498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115581719046527498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115581719046527498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115581719046527498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/08/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115552500056671544</id><published>2006-08-14T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:16:17.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the reasons are gone&lt;br /&gt;for why i was holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG IM LIKE TOTALLY FREEZING IN THE COMPLAB NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to have jogging but its raining. YAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine and i were totally gg crazy in english. we took like fifty minutes just to choose a question to write on for our portfolio. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had combined on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say that now we all know whos desperate and whos not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of us ran off to the second level staircase at the tenniscourt during our juniors' knots test. we started singing superman like really loudly. haha. even the people at the tenniscourt could hear us. :) power vocals eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with su-ann. had a mini bitchfest between us. we had like a lot of similar sentiments! i knew we were alike but not THAT alike. but now we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're friends cause we're like that and we're like that cause we're friends. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're so cool we even have our own slogan thingalingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went off to church after that. had to sit in for the lesson which ivan chris ashin and hansel conducted. when i stepped in daniel was like i know that girl! yeahyeah i know you too! haha. but hes quite nice. he let me stomp on his foot when i was really upset like two months ago when he was walking ard in crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wentto thomsonplaza with my family after mass. saw neighbour! :) so i badgered her to buy a magazine and some color thinaglinglings for me. haha. RMB THE BALLOON FOR MY BIRTHDAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole's my favourite neighbour! even though we dont even live in the same estate. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH supposed to be doing ci project now but the computer's so slow! HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how now brown cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer at home has gone wonky. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant type properly. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine is watching suitelife! and im just peeking over her shoulder. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay im cold and hungry and my fingers hurt. physics is starting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. TOODLES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sequin shoes&lt;br /&gt;denise  eleventenam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115552500056671544?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115552500056671544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115552500056671544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115552500056671544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115552500056671544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/08/reasons-are-gone-for-why-i-was-holding.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115522291449759084</id><published>2006-08-10T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:15:14.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM A REVOLUTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole came over just now. she was like hey denise can i come over. but i was in like siglap or smth. dont ask me where siglap is. i dont even know which street or avenue i live in. all i know is that i live in a square! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah back to nicole coming over. i was supposed to help her with math but i ended up just telling her the answer. haha. now i feel like such a bad friend. oh well. at least she has the great honor of having done her homework on a piece of cedar foolscap! :) that lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked for what two hours and spent five minutes doing homework. and by that i really mean oh pass the paper nicole i'll do it for you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH. saturday is coming. which means. RAH. im hoping that we can skip the morning and just jump to when im at church. even though ive to wear the same thing as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. OH NO THE GRADIENT IS WRONG! ITS SUPPOSED TO BE VERTICAL NOT HORIZONTAL! haha. laura nearly killed herself on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a fun time walking up to your house and walking down again didnt we? haha. get over the matter. it'll fade. but dont worry &lt;strong&gt;no matter how wrong the gradient how wrongly aligned it is how yellow against black it is how double yellow lined it is i still love you ohkay? and the shirt of course. haha. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whining is incredibly fun. i'll call up yiying soon and start whining to her cause shes always fun to rile up. right bestie! and the best part? she never never never gets mad at me. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. cic is due monday. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that ive got a walk to remember i want the notebook! which means that ive to go to borders and spend my forty$. which ive been meaning to do since what christmas but never really getting anything. i blame my fickleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided that i wna go princeton. cause thats where princesses and princes go! haha. in order to go to princeton im working on my ce grade. whats the world coming to? cant they just make all of us attend sex ed courses which kaiyin use to pass with flying colours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH. stomps ard. RAHRAHRAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay talking to charmaine isnt good for my concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we're arguing whether its nine fifty-nine or ten ohone. i wonder how we managed to sit together for so long and have not killed each other yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive realised that the community doesnt really care about the disaster at chernobyl. and seriously neither do i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay so according to charmaine all ive to do is do what im best at. WHINING! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit that im like fantastic at whining but theres no way i can whine about this disaster that ive no clue about! RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS A STUPID STUPID ASSIGNMENT AND SHOULD NOT BE TANTAMOUNT TO OUR CE GRADE. HOW AM I GNA GET MY SCHOLARSHIP TO PRINCETON IF I HAVE LIKE AN F FOR MY SECTHREE CE GRADE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay i just realised how absurd that sounds. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH THE DOCUMENT JUST WENT BLANK! omgomgomg. which means that ive to do it all over again! grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling very crappy now. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of leader are you? ARGH. whatever f off. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidstupidstupidme&lt;br /&gt;denise  eleven tenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115522291449759084?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115522291449759084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115522291449759084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115522291449759084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115522291449759084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-revolution-nicole-came-over-just.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115511457873292506</id><published>2006-08-09T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:09:38.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAKEHOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was an explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explosion cause we watched too many explosive videos in chemistry lessons. and everybody else says blast so to be unique (cue for charmaine and i to go: unpopular) we should say explosion. omg im so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. had celebrations in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise that my skirt was that short until i walked into school and everybody else's skirts were like twice the length of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no thanks to suting who kept gg whoa denise dont bother trying to find somebody whos wearing a shorter skirt. yours is like the ultimate! that made me feel so much better thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracemary made me go really high during the indoor segment. haha. we were jumping all over the place and running ard in true blue top cedarian fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then town-ed with su-ann yanying anger jiani jessica and sandra. wanted to go cine but ended up in ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann and i bought our skirts! i bought her hers for her birthday present and shee bought me mine for my birthday present! yay us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seven of us ate like a LOT. the foodcourt gives really large servings. ironically we i really mean su-ann and i couldnt finish our food but we still could stuff gelare icecream and waffle down our throats! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was lakehouse! sandra jiani jessica yanying me su-ann anger. and many other cedarians ard us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every five minutes or thereabout su-ann w be like omg so cute! and yanying w go eh denise whats happening? haha. by the time the movie was threequarters over i could predict the ending. and i was right in case youre wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah its quite cliche but the guy's so sweet. note su-ann sweet not cute. and rmb hes only one year younger than your dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the tree part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a lot of ex-schoolmates. but i dont think they recognised me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home like half and hour before tuition. my mom was totally thinking about grounding me. but yeah i still went to sunny's. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go for the sleepover cause of my semigrounded stage. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friend is quite fun to bully and tease. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i keep thinking that td is saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE MORE DAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes after watching lakehouse anger and yanying went to watch my super ex-girlfriend. oh sheesh people with too much time and too much money. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. when su-ann and i were leaving we saw somebody with somebody! haha. got yanying all riled up and kept gg WHO WHO WHO! haha. saw deborahyew and annabella as well. so there was this class and cca wide search for somebody. haha. so fun! as long as youre not the somebody in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she walked away&lt;br /&gt;denise five ohfourpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115511457873292506?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115511457873292506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115511457873292506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115511457873292506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115511457873292506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/08/lakehouse-ytd-was-explosion.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115478644140496369</id><published>2006-08-05T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:26:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was being a total brat in english class. and im very proud of my bratty act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;euthanasia isnt really what i want to think about. i was like super unhappy. so i rebutted everything santosi had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine reckons im too emtional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. i wrote THIS IS A DARK AND SUFFOCATING MATTER AND I REFUSE TO THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dental on friday. the dental nurse says that ive nice straight teeth! :) i totally agree but still want braces. so samantha has been tasked with buying me braces for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dentist kept calling me the birthday girl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause like nine of us walked to cedar primary tgt cause thats where the dentist is. and she was like whoa so many of you and theres only me! samantha then said oh thats ohkay we can entertain you! the dentist was like ohkay lets hear a song! and i started singing happy birthday to me! haha. classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladeedums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to do observation for the primaryfours. the boys were like super high and everything and the girls were so quiet. oh yes. and brandon totally messed up my hair. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna go icekimo tmr! but im like down with flu and stuff. sometimes i cant even breathe properly. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had parent teacher conference ytd. su-ann's mom and my mom were talking about how su-ann and i dont pay attention in chinese tuition. we were totally objecting of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mom went to talk to mrchai and houlaoshi. houlaoshi was gg on about how much of a good girl i was. :) but then he was like oh ke shi ta de ji chu bu shi ban shang de qian ji ming. in short my foundation is rubbish compared to my class'. haha. but thats ohkay cause he was like oh but when her class isnt the top its the second best. so ive all reason to not be the best in class. haha. i mean im pitting myself against scholars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll try. if i can remember. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fireworks. they are like tres cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and charmaine! fyi i happen to like my blogskin. well too bad for you if you dont! and youre so weird. but im weird too so i suppose weird people really do have weird friends eh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann! first there was kaiyin gg on and on about keanureeves and now here you are! haha. oh well. i think tuesday is gna be like really big. cant wait! and im totally loving us too! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay anger's party/sleepover on the 26th! another cant wait thingalingling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backtrack&lt;br /&gt;denise nine fiftyfivepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115478644140496369?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115478644140496369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115478644140496369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115478644140496369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115478644140496369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-being-total-brat-in-english.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115452768511215370</id><published>2006-08-02T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T07:08:05.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEAVENO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive decided like three hours ago that my favourite chocolate is kinder bueno. followed by kitkat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house is really lacking in solid food. all we have are like chocolates. merci ferrerorocher nutella and so much more! haha. i sound like an advertisement. but im serious. you name it we have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my sisters and i have like a chocolate dinner or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRCHAI LET US WATCH A WALK TO REMEMBER CAUSE WE WERE SO STRESSED. we should be stressed more often. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ive been mugging for the past few days. actually the correct word would be eyes roving across the book but really not absorbing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean heaveno? trying to cram everything ive heard about in chemistry for the part one and a half term into three nights is so not fun. &lt;strong&gt;acids bases salts and mole concept are like totally unneccessary and taitais dont need to understand chemistry anyway. SO THERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blame charmaine suting and myself for our total lack of concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. when the relief teacher was talking about acids bases and salts we were talking about &lt;strong&gt;fats&lt;/strong&gt;. cause at that time we were in the container classroom which was like super fun but freezing. and when mssim was talking about mole concept charmaine and i were just blanking out. i forgot what we were talking about but it definitely wasnt about chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and between desperately catching up and piano i totally didnt study for emath. AND I DIDNT FINISH LIKE ONE THIRD OF THE QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a loser. i mean its only a third! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh. im totally convinced that i drew the tangent wrongly. there goes my a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay its official. im weird. screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DENISE&lt;3su-ann&lt;3denise&lt;3su-ann&lt;/strong&gt; and it goes on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first she came to my class looking for fellow lunch-ers. she saw how scary it was to be in a triple science class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wanted to get my hair thingalinglings and she needed to change her braces and buy her white skirt. so to ps it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just walked around looking for stuff to eat. we were like so close to stepping into pasta and i was like eh i dont feel like eating this anymore. so we came out and were going up the escalator when su-ann was like eh i want tako. two seconds ltr she was like after my appointment. walked to mos so close to gg in and changed our minds. went to burgerking and stood at the counter for like ten minutes trying to decide. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rock at making decisions dont we. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt pay to tell su-ann secret stuff. haha. during coh she was like turn to me and starting mouthing something. and after ten seconds of instant death threats from me people start taking notice and ask what happened. and the two of us w start laughing and go INSIDERS' SECRET! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop blackmailing me! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that coh is so cool. its like COURT OF HONOR! haha. hao ku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we walked ard trying to find a skirt for her. without much luck i must add. so we went to the dentist's. which was like super far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way there we saw this three people. and su-ann gladly demonstrated why she is the president of her hatesji club. apparently we're copresidents. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope im not part of her hateraffles club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to choose the colours of her braces for her. but i couldnt see the colours. so she stuck to black. they're quite cute really. so i decided that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT BRACES TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which just shows how immature childish pampered and spoilt i am. but yeah. my mom refuses cause my teeth are quite straight. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to some shop and tried on the skirts! :) it was like uber fun. su-ann and i wanted to ask the cashier to reserve the skirts for like a MONTH. haha. so we could get it if i follow her to her next appointment. but the cashier said that they can only reserve it for a day. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to be contented with taking pictures! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all. it was superbly fun. im totally loving us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lakehouse on tuesday! cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never said our love is evergreen&lt;br /&gt;or as unchanging as the sea&lt;br /&gt;but please promise me&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes you will think of me&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM OF THE OPERA! :)&lt;br /&gt;denise  ten ohthreepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115452768511215370?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115452768511215370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115452768511215370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115452768511215370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115452768511215370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/08/heaveno-ive-decided-like-three-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115425336456528817</id><published>2006-07-29T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:28:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY IM-FIFTEEN-TODAY! COUSIN IS READING STORIES FROM THE BIBLE - THE KIDDIE VERSION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me while i laugh at his choice of books.  i mean the kiddie version when he keeps gg HAH IM FIFTEEN AND YOURE NOT in my face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. - his even wiser choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im making him listen to i must be emo now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nooooooooooooooooooo. - him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the exact same dream twice in the span of one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always about this boykid dressed in blue. ive seen him somewhere before. but i just cant place my finger on it. and in my dream my house became a football field. i woke up screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blame mrchan for making us play soccer for pe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im still having similar dreams. only that i dont dream about ym house being turned into a football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means that the kid is still lingering ard in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like hes my brother or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im just freaking myself out here so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could be your cuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG WHY AM I STUCK WITH WEIRD COUSINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was totally him btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the calender ytd. and i was like smth rings a bell. but couldnt really rmb what it was until like before i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how quickly time has passed indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladeedums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura just called me densie. LIKE THANK YOU SWEETIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now shes sticking to dense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG. this is so fun! but yeah. cross my heart and hope to die. and if i should lie laura will die! YAY! haha. hey that totally rhymes. yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont stress over it darling. everything w work out FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say, "you want a war? you've got a war!" but who are you fighting for? says:&lt;br /&gt;denise i don't fwen you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sweetie. how mature. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF OUT LOUD. ITS SCARING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but youre still my favourite laura in the whole wide world! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG COOLNESS. my uncle flew fourty-three sharks from southafrica back to underwaterworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dao people for reasons you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to go catch up on scandals. im so out of touch. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and im very pleased to announce that SU-ANN AND I FOUND OUT WHAT SCHOOL THAT FREAK IS FROM! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to me. haha. at first we were like listing out all the ip schools. cause all the guys in our tuition class are ip people. then when we were walking out i was right behind him for god knows what reason and the word RAFFLES was like glaring at me. so i told su-ann and we spent the next five minutes trying to walk behind him. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. I LOVE US SU-ANN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in magic&lt;br /&gt;denise five fiftyonepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115425336456528817?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115425336456528817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115425336456528817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115425336456528817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115425336456528817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-im-fifteen-today-cousin-is-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115400587121442444</id><published>2006-07-27T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:14:27.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i flew in pe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessica and wangjue had their chests flattened. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to yusin and charmaine. violent people. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG. su-ann and i havent done our tuition hw yet. HAHA. gg to her place tmr. :) yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING! grins. IN TWENTY-TWO DAYS! :) then i can sing our all time favourite song HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. im totally buying a present for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see it pays off to love yourself as much as i do. cause you get more presents! from yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait somehow that doesnt make a lot of sense. but yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think su-ann and i are the only people who widely publicise our birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS RIGHT ABOUT HER GG ON ABOUT HER BIRTHDAY ANNIVERSARY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're like that cause we're friends and we're friends cause we're like that. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyer. jessica says she'll rather elope with me than jiani. i love me too honey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im five again. just minus the not so stressful times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suting has been going crazy. i fear for my sanity as well as charmaine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. tmr is the head prefect nominees' speech! go yusin and jessica! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite disappointed in you really. but i suppose to each his own. i'll see you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think its pretty clever dont you boy&lt;br /&gt;denise nine ohsixpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115400587121442444?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115400587121442444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115400587121442444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115400587121442444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115400587121442444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/whoosh-i-flew-in-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115358194385096744</id><published>2006-07-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T08:25:45.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stay the same&amp;torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot what i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. its so funny the way some people can be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so. like just cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just typing stupid stuff and deleting them away. WHATS WRONG WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YTD WAS RACIAL HARMONY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine suting and i wore saris! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE OFFICIALLY HAVE THE WORST PE TEACHER IN LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD. HE SO DOES NOT DESERVE BEST DRESSED TEACHER. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was super funny when we were doing our two rounds of the track warmup. every time we see him we will move our hands up and down the way protesters do. and we screamed NO PE! NO PE! but he ignored us of course. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking both rounds! haha. and some people cheated and only did one! man i should have cheated as well. HAHA. then we played floorball. AGAIN. i was so pissed off with the teacher. DOES HE KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO FIND SOMEBODY TO TIE RETIE AND RETIE THE LONG LONG SARI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had to change to pe tee! HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he was in the middle of debriefing us all of us stood up and yelled THANK YOU MRCHAN! and left him to ramble to himself. an initiative started by anger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. but he seemed pretty ohkay by it. we should do it more often. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly fell so many times in the sari so i just pulled it up to knee level and started running. works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running up three levels of spirals isnt exactly easy when your skirt is like dragging onto the floor. THATS WHY WE SHOULD HAVE SHORTER SCHOOL SKIRTS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS IS SO COOL. and of course it helps that its my best subject. :) jessie and i were finding focal point of the lens! it was so fun. even though lens and light were like the first topics we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. and we were just hiding behind the tables for like a few seconds playing with the stopwatch. then the head prefect nominee started doing serious work. and left me to play by myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSIE AND I HAVE TWO IDENTICAL PURPLE PENCILS! :) twentyone&amp;twentytwo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phototaking! the secthree&amp;four guides blocked off the whole level staircase. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann and i spent a good whole ten minutes being lianxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that arent to be shouldnt be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT! I CAN CRY ON WHIM! YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition with su-ann. she's SO WEIRD. but still my favourite bimbo from threezen. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept singing stay the same and i clashed hers with torn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just ended up breaking each other's concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! su-ann did her whole i must be emo routine song in the foyer! i was so amused. people were like staring at her. i seriously wonder how she made prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive a feeling that during COH on tuesday she'll go on and on about how its her birthday anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats how su-ann is. STAY THE SAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH. still doing the proposal. i hope we can go to their school. so that su-ann and i w have more excuse to get lost. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things are running through my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like just redoing the whole proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHRAHRAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition it was to church! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. THE SAME GUY WHO INSULTED SU-ANN'S MATH INSULTED MY CHINESE! cause i said smth stupid like she li jie-ed! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all through tuition su-ann was like eh go ask him what school he's from when we can take revenge! haha. but in the end we decided to be maganimous and let it go. either that or it was because i really couldnt be bothered to bother myself with a minion like him. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. su-ann brings great joy to my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp in times of would be otherwise boring tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY IM DONE WITH THE PROPOSAL! YAY ME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont seem to know&lt;br /&gt;seem to care&lt;br /&gt;what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of today was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. there isnt one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE DAY WAS LIKE A DARK ABYSS. SUFFOCATING YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait again! there was one. ONE MEASLY HIGHLIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW CHARMAINE NEO DURING DINNER. i was so happy to see her! haha. childish people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS FLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss it all that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he showed me what it was to cry&lt;br /&gt;denise eleven twentyone! :) pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115358194385096744?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115358194385096744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115358194385096744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115358194385096744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115358194385096744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/stay-sametorn-omgomgomg.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115340302589682173</id><published>2006-07-20T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T06:43:52.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMG. I POKED MY FINGER THROUGH SOME BLOOD VESSEL OF A SHEEP'S HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE SUCH A MURDERERESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to mrsgay we have to disect a rat before we can count ourselves as true blue biology students. im starting to regret my future career choice of a marine biologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a taitai of course. HAHA. oh and worldclass singer. :) either those or a professional cheerleader. ive such weird dreams dont i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOMMY SAID THAT SHE MIGHT GET ME A VOICE TEACHER! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i just cant see myself having a desk job. i think i'll quite after one day or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'll just flunk my pratical. :) i realise that ive been thinking very far. far-sighted! despite having almost-perfect vision. perfect in one not in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the heart. it was like so gross. i really felt like a murderess. not a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so RAH-ed that i can CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of proposal for combined act with barker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiration has run dry&lt;br /&gt;how apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a brighter note. TMR THERE'S TUITION WITH SU-ANN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a not so bright note. the proposal's due tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on another bright note. tmr's racial harmony! yay! im borrowing from sindhu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont you break my heart&lt;br /&gt;watch me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this morning i woke up and my calf was cramping again. plus jogging didnt exactly make it any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. I WANT TO JOIN TAF CLUB. it looks fun. HMPH. better than mass jogging. so i shall try to put like weights in my pockets the next time we take height and weight. which w be like next yr. i hope i'll grow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually charmaine devised a plan to escape from jogging. except that i forgot all about it until we finished running. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm jesse mccartney is having a new cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that im really a spoilt kid. HAHA. but i like being spoilt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG. my cd drive is STUCK. that means that i can NEVER watch mean girls again! haha. and oh copy the cd for charmaine. RAH. i shall go and try to pull it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay nvm. i shall get my dad to do it for me. my nails are feeling the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! its gna be like a big costume party tmr. :) and also the perfect excuse to take a LOT of pictures. su-ann and i are already geared up. haha. wonder what we're gna sing through tuition tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its the emo song im gna CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i cry a lot too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. pianograde7 on twentyfourth. freaking out. must go memorise all those weird weird terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. i spent all my time in chemistry drawing stars. i like. and i wonder why i dont get chem. and i named all of the stars! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twinkle winkle inkle ink eekle (charmaine named this one) and like fifty plus more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine says im childish. and that she cant imagine how i can be the eldest among the kids at home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. I THINK IM CHILDISH TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like being childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama princess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl&lt;br /&gt;denise  nine thirtyninepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115340302589682173?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115340302589682173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115340302589682173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115340302589682173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115340302589682173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/far-away-for-far-too-long-omgomg.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115331955538675699</id><published>2006-07-19T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T07:35:58.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHANG SUTING!&lt;br /&gt;OMG YOU RAN WELL! IM LIKE SO PROUD OF YOU. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay CEDAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third for both cdiv and bdiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved our spirit. novabelle kept giving yiying melo atiqah and i evil the evil eye. cause we had decided to take a break from cheering. HAHA. so we cheered. LOUDLY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play with yusin and the drum. haha. her phone is like uber cool! melo and i were very fascinated with it. yusin lost her almost abs! i think its cause i kept poking them. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. today started on a totally BAD note. firstly i lost my darling really cute neon orange comb in the car. and then i had to get my finger cut by the metal things under the car seat. note to self. next time get a small cute car so that i dont have that much space to hunt for things. back to the finger. it hurts ohkay! delicate me. it was like can the day get any worse. and oh the worst part? I HAVENT FINISHED TYING MY HAIR YET. argh. so i went to school looking like a mess. well actually i looked like i normally do. but you know. i FELT messy. HAHA. i think im so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad we finally finished our tests. :) but next is chem. RAH. chem should be banned from being a compulsory subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. OMG can some people run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clara brought her pompoms! melo and i were like oh yeah we should have brought ours. blue and silver! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes the campaign speech. yusin we're so sorry. maybe we should stay bimbotic for like forever. oh well. i tried. and you were smiling so spastically! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. i havent gotten my costume for racial harmony yet. haha. SURIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice long talk with yiying on the bus td. but i think she talked too loudly. haha. and we established that forever only lasts five minutes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann and denise: we're friends cause we're like that and we're like that cause we're friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love us you emo freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is like a dark abyss&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;its suffocating me&lt;br /&gt;grabbing a hold on me and tightening its grip&lt;br /&gt;tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans&lt;br /&gt;which look good on me by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat this like ten thousand times and you'll have what su-ann kept drilling into me during tuition. :) right sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah little bops of i must be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well in true sharpay fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crystal reminded me of hsm you see. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far away&lt;br /&gt;denise ten twentyeightpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115331955538675699?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115331955538675699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115331955538675699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115331955538675699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115331955538675699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/phang-suting-omg-you-ran-well-im-like.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115306027446623054</id><published>2006-07-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T07:37:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heart is beating irregularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of the heart attack thingalingling mrlim made us watch. it was tres cool. and charmaine and i came to the conclusion that i cannot be a heart doctor. or any doctor of any other kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a person gets a heart attack you only have like what four minutes to save the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i'll have finished freaking out after four minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll leave the great aspirations to suting. whereas i'll just become my star! i alr have my after party invitation list up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly im struck with a bout of i have no idea what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SU-ANN MAKES YOU LISTEN TO I MUST BE EMO DURING TUITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GO ON AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. that song is just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so scared that i'll ruin it for yusin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel so annoying that i cant even stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg. im getting the panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yusin is laughing at me. LIKE HELLO GIRL WE'RE CURBING OUR NATURAL BIMBONESS FOR YOU AND YOURE LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when i give one word answers that i really dont feel like talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is really rare and a totally iconic moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHRAHRAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please bless us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115306027446623054?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115306027446623054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115306027446623054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115306027446623054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115306027446623054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-heart-is-beating-irregularly.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115303553784507614</id><published>2006-07-16T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:38:57.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eugenia and i will try our very best to not be bimbotic tmr during our peer head prefect campaign speech for yusin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what the two of us think is that we'll still come across as bimbotic even though we are trying our utmost best to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to nicole im unpredictable. :) i like that. haha. but i think its because after tuition bestfriend called and said that the mtg was still on so i went in. barged in more like. cause smth pissed me off on the way. and stomp stomp stomp. stomping is fun. :) stress reliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the main point. im not scared of speaking in front of a crowd. but what im scared of is that the crowd w think that we're bimbotic and NOT vote for yusin. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE SONG. OMG. i cant do morning singing. any other time of the day would be ohkay. ask charmaine. :) but just not the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. wish us luck. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115303553784507614?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115303553784507614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115303553784507614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115303553784507614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115303553784507614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/eugenia-and-i-will-try-our-very-best.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115297363723793252</id><published>2006-07-15T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T07:27:17.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are four primary four girls screaming into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icekimo with nicole. and she had to make us walk the long way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catechist today was like ho hum. i mean STILL CHARADES? love joy peace and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny talked to us. now real love joy peace and laughter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello? theres no way brandon and michael can grow taller than me. so yeah right back at you. had fun chasing michael ard though. hes SHORT. :) shorter than me therefore short. and he cant really run. HAHA. SHORTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arguing with ten years olds are theraputic for the soul. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;on the merrygoround&lt;br /&gt;or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;slapping on the ground&lt;br /&gt;ever followed a butterfly's erractic flight&lt;br /&gt;or gazed at the sun into the fading light&lt;br /&gt;youd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;dont dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;time is short&lt;br /&gt;the music wont last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you run throught each day&lt;br /&gt;on a fly&lt;br /&gt;when you ask&lt;br /&gt;how are you&lt;br /&gt;do you hear&lt;br /&gt;a reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;with the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;running through your head&lt;br /&gt;youd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;dont dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;time is short&lt;br /&gt;the music wont last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever told your child&lt;br /&gt;wed do it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and in your haste&lt;br /&gt;not see his sorrow&lt;br /&gt;ever lost touch&lt;br /&gt;let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;to call and say hi&lt;br /&gt;youd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;dont dance so fast&lt;br /&gt;time is short&lt;br /&gt;the music wont last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you run so fast&lt;br /&gt;to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;you miss half the fun&lt;br /&gt;of getting there&lt;br /&gt;when you worry and hurry&lt;br /&gt;through your day&lt;br /&gt;it is like an unopened gift&lt;br /&gt;thrown away&lt;br /&gt;life is not a race&lt;br /&gt;do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;hear the music&lt;br /&gt;before thesong is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the words were nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make my day&lt;br /&gt;denise  tentwentypm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115297363723793252?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115280033333451471</id><published>2006-07-13T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:18:53.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;will she know how much you loved her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is such a nice word. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHRAHRAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115280033333451471?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115280033333451471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115280033333451471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115280033333451471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115280033333451471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-tomorrow-never-comes-will-she-know.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115245411664797082</id><published>2006-07-09T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T07:08:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats alright. cause according to some people i as a bumbling bimbotic idiot do not know what being upset REALLY means. which also means that i should go back to acting as my bumbling bimbotic self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to being bumbling and bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suting and i dragged charmaine shopping on friday after school. well at least she accomplished smth so all's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suting was gg crazy i tell you. we thought she'd be tired after her race and all. but NO. still i suppose thats better than her being tired and cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH. i saw this girl and i totally thought that she was pregnant. she was like what fifteen? so i told charmaine and we ran back. yeah we forgot about suting. so we had to go back and grab her and run back into flashandsplash to see the girl. when suting was looking we got the secret agent vibe. she was SO amusing. haha. BUT SHE REALLY LOOKED PREGNANT! her stomach was HUGE but she isnt fat. i conclude that shes pregnant. either that or her uniform makes her look pregnant. which is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition with su-ann after that. as usual. we rocked the place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was isp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebodyone sees somebodytwo. somebodyone likes somebodytwo. somebodytwo see that somebodyone likes somebodytwo and therefore likes somebodyone back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what nicole and i established while walking to the busstop. now how come that sounds so familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. found rachel. apparently she bought her confirmation outfit alr. -.- even IM not that fast. all ive been doing is thinking about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaddayadda. saved crystal from being such a third wheel. could pratically HEAR someone's heart breaking into two. but thats just me i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a good three minutes. crystal and i were winking at each other from like one metre apart. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to quit or not to. THATS THE QUESTION. RAH. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw sam at thomson plaza! while looking for my lost sister. haha. reminded of yamaha. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually he saw me at the foodcourt thingalingling. and i saw him too. but we just didnt feel like acknowledging each other. great friends arent we. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he got kicked out of the car and nice me entertained him until he reached home. or nearly there. SEE I KNEW I WAS NICE TO TALK TO. and he agrees! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. how interesting. bestfriend msged me just when i was thinking about msging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished yusin's campaign peer speech thingalingling alr! now all im afraid of is that i'll come across as bimbotic and ruin the whole thing for her. but i'll try my best! not to sound bimbotic that is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! for our floorball game yusin was in our group! and suting decided to be a mascot. -.- at one time she gracemary and i were standing in front of the goalpost and the ball still went in! RAH. haha. it was highly amusing though. so yusin decided that she had to be independent to survive. so she pratically played the whole game herself. cause gmary and i were gg high. and charmaine ran to dno where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and suria throws a mean ball. it NEARLY hit me. but i bent down so it hit samantha instead. HAHA. ball magnet no more eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrchan: ohkay GIRLS! look at how i swing my hips! (ohkay now it sounds weird. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah hips dont lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. that was when i was happy! cause for some weird reason running around and having pe makes me happy and go high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS IN FORTY DAYS! note that down everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new pair of flats! they look glam. haha. and now ive a fetish for heels and shoes! and for some weird unforseen reason pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THOSE THAT AGREE THAT FRANCIS CHEE WEIRONG IS DAO SAY AYE! AYE AYE AYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh. I SAW MISS SIM AT THOMSON PLAZA JUST NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. WHY AM I ALWAYS AT THOMSON PLAZA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was never involved. that way i wouldnt have to feel like im supposed to feel smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HAPPENED SO LONG AGO. LET IT GO ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral on wednesday. we're texting in chinese. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATIONALS WITH EUGENIA AND SU-ANN! :) im so looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is not only dao. but very blur as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZZIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;x 7 random things about me;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; im claustrophobic but i dont like to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ive decided to become a foster parent after reading the lost boy&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i can watch the same movie ten times over and cry at each time&lt;br /&gt;&amp; cheerleading dance and music has become a big part of who i am&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im really not bimbotic&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i want somebody to tell me that its ohkay to hurt sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im quite a random person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;x 7 things that scare me;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that i should do smth against what i feel strongly about&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; failing&lt;br /&gt;&amp; flunking my gradeseven totally&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that i should suddenly grow up&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that society would change who i am and who i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that family/friends would suddenly drop dead&lt;br /&gt;&amp; regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;x 7 random music at the moment;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; what ive been looking for; ashley tisdale&amp;lucasgabreel&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a dream is a wish your heart makes; circle of stars&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you; switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i wish i was a punk rocker; sandi thom&lt;br /&gt;&amp; girl next door; saving jane&lt;br /&gt;&amp; something about you; five for fighting&lt;br /&gt;&amp; insert anything else by the high school musical cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;x 7 things i like the most;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; GOD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my family&amp;friends&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dancing singing cheerleading and of course shopping which is actually BUYING smth and not just browsing&lt;br /&gt;&amp; singing in class :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&amp; STARS!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when people are happy and theres this really nice feeling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;x 7 things i say the most;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; OHOHOH i forgot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; HI LAOSHI! insert cheesy grin here and houlaoshi shakes his head while laughing at his dearest chinese rep&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yay!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; TOTALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; are you ohkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;x 7 people to do this;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; someone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometwo&lt;br /&gt;&amp; somethree&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; somefour&lt;br /&gt;&amp; somefive&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; somesix&lt;br /&gt;&amp; someseven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i said quizzIES but ive tons to do now. like talking to my reflection in chinese. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be&lt;br /&gt;denise  ten ohfourpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115245411664797082?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115245411664797082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115245411664797082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115245411664797082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115245411664797082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-no-idea-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115219585215459534</id><published>2006-07-06T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:24:14.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM VERY HIGH TODAY TO MAKE UP FOR MY EXTREMELY BAD MOOD YTD. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiying and i are so in sync with each other. even in times of crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine and i had so much fun in school. esp when the bell rang signalling the end of chemistry. we heard the one minute buzzer thing. and randomly charmaine was like i predict the bell w ring in fifteen seconds. so we counted down. and it rang like straight after we said one. and i squealed. and everybody in class turned to look at us. and ms sim was like whoa are you'll that happy that chem is over. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine has her own fanclub! YAY! im being very cooperative about this charmaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whereas i fear for my life. WHAT IF HER CRAZY FANS TRY TO ASSISSNATE ME CAUSE IM HER SITTING PARTNER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh love/obsession is blind. especially true in charmaine's case. right DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so so so superficial. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S THE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TRACK&amp;FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS STARTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkayohkay maybe only the heats. i suppose we'll get more sleepy cranky suting. anyway. i hope she did well for her 400!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GNA BUY THE HSM SCORES! if i can find them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres pe tmr which means floorball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. not really a fan. but last week's pe was like WAY fun. charmaine suting gracemary and i on a team. against xiping's. gracemary and i were goalies! haha. and we moved the goals super close to each other like twenty cm apart. and the ball still went in. HAHA. and halfway through the game i hung my floorball stick on the nettting of the court cause i wasnt tall enough to reach the basketball hoop net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATLANTIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT SUTING IS IN THE SEMIS FOR 400M! go suting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speak to me&lt;br /&gt;denise  ten twentypm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115219585215459534?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115219585215459534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115219585215459534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115219585215459534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115219585215459534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-very-high-today-to-make-up-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115210949408898183</id><published>2006-07-05T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T07:46:17.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop making me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and your little lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a completely random note. ive fallen in love with atlantis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115210949408898183?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115210949408898183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115210949408898183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115210949408898183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115210949408898183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/stop-making-me-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115184592811620158</id><published>2006-07-02T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T06:52:42.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WNA GO TO THE BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were pratically pushing tickets into my face persuading me to go to the syf opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where did i end up? the archbishop's cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go see the band! cause according to charmaine 'THE BANDS ARE GOOD!' lin minyi the bands are not bad. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had promotion/farewell in the morning ytd. so now its official. we're the ones in charge. its quite scary come to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the games was ohkay i guess. but the opinion is subjective so dont kill me or anything cause im not a soccer fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. SOCCERBALLS FLEW TO ME ON LIKE THIRTEEN SEPARATE OCCASIONS. THEY MUST REALLY LOVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once it did and i just stood there and started screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on and on another occasion the ball flew towards me and i started screaming and halfjumped in time to avoid getting hit. and some annoying guy tried to imitate my scream. but im still better at it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now nicole convinced a lot of people that im a ball-magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ben and anthony agrees! RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i for one. am not a ball-magnet. neither am i a bimbo. so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this player fell and the three of us ran for ice for him! and there was this stupid guy who kept taking pictures of us while we were running. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the match nicole angie francis ben gabriel and i went to church. ohkay only the girls did. aaron hopped on at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEARLY fell asleep at the mtg. i was TIRED. but nearly is the keyword. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for mass. my hands get cold very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then its off to the chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were in the cab my cousin was like eh isnt that somebody from church. so i turned and i saw best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. RONALD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt quite sick. must have been the sun. and was having a headache so didnt go for walkathon td.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was so funny! mrchan went. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura and i think the same. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;Italise the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now. &lt;/strong&gt;;I WNA SEE KAIYIN!&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch TV these days.&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really, really fast. &lt;/strong&gt;sometimes when im like nrevous or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I look. ;im just ohaky i guess. either that or i raelly dont care.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather shop then eat. &lt;/strong&gt;;shopping is way less tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone. &lt;/strong&gt;;those who come close are not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt; ;well you would too!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future. ;maybe maybe not&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time. &lt;/em&gt;;i need time!&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now. &lt;/strong&gt;;I LOVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup. &lt;/strong&gt;;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/strong&gt; ;only the likes of piano keyboard im ohkay. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs. &lt;/strong&gt;;not hate but not exactly thrilled over it. i mean i cant imagine myself sitting behind a desk typing all day.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people. ; only those who dont know that i actually exist. like think zac efron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk in my sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a tattoo. &lt;/em&gt;; if suting and charmaine stop gg on about how the body is the temple of God haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsesical the better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'll stab:&lt;br /&gt;LAURA&lt;br /&gt;BESTFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;br /&gt;CHARMAINE&lt;br /&gt;and anyone else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg. i just saw a lizard run across the floor. screaming and eyes brimming with tears are really good ways of scaring it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGALLY BLONDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bend and snap is the funniest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im watching it started with a kiss! haha. watched it with my cousin last night until like ard two cause i wasnt feeling well but didnt want to sleep yet. and shes totally convinced that the lead guy is hot. WHICH HE ISNT I MIGHT LIKE TO ADD. the mother is HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomg. they made the groom wear a tubegown and the bride wear a suit. WHATS THE WORLD COMING TOO. that is very disturbing. they so need to go see a counsellor. and i bet su-ann w agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after this i'll go watch high school musical. AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAC EFRON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lam su-ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS HARD TO BELIEVE! ohkayohkay. then the emo one. its hard to believe believe that i couldnt see see that you were always there beside me. does the hand thing. HAHA. and and the guy! its hard to believe that i couldnt sneeze see that you were always right there next to beside me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann nearly killed me trying to get my poster. HAH. so now its either the poster or the bag. i think i'll get her the bag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just did smth really retarded. the phone rang and in my rush to run into my mom's room to pick it up i ran into the door thus killing six brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking from the outside&lt;br /&gt;denise nine oheightpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115184592811620158?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115184592811620158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115184592811620158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115184592811620158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115184592811620158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wna-go-to-beach-people-were.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115159106632514719</id><published>2006-06-29T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:32:39.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOP TO THE TOP IS STUCK IN MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact nearly all of the highschoolmusical songs are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to excessive watching of videos and singing with su-ann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a dream is a wish your heart makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept singing that to charmaine this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO MISS LAI YIYING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME HAPPIER YESTERDAY. you msged at just the right time. hey we always seem to be msg-ing just when the other person is down dont we? BESTIE TELEPATHY HAS NV FAILED US! &lt;3!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics test in the theatrette. we all made sure we sat next to and behind smart people. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the test it was MORE singing with su-ann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are doing a duet! we're all in this together. refused to dance cause the dance steps looked weird as in it didnt really match the song. haha. sorry bimbo! wouldnt have gotten it anyway. i had like two hours. and wasnt really interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped them with the body wave and some cheerleading-y steps. IT WAS SO FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su-ann and i were just sitting on the tables gasping for breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching them is good therapy! either that or quite traumatic. esp yirong/yvonne. think the gorilla step and how much trauma you put us through! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed up when the attendant guy came to lock up the classrooms. went to computer lab one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SU-ANN AND I LOVE THE AUDITION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp the emo one. we watched it like THREE times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb to look out for the emo! behind the blue gymanst/ballerina guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/COXEPaFsdRM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. even though ive like amath chinese. OH YEAH I MUST GO TYPE THE CHINESE THINGALINGLING! im watching highschoolmusical AGAIN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THERE WAS ME AND YOU aka the breakup song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Q0EhpssysGo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Q0EhpssysGo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its funny when you find yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looking from the outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im standing here but all i want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is to be over there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why did i let myself believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miracles could happen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause now i have to pretend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i dont really care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thought you were my fairytale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dream when im not sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a wish upon a star thats coming true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but everybody else could tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i confused my feelings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when there was me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i swore i knew the melody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i heard you singing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when you smiled you made me feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like i could sing along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but then you went and changed the words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now my heart is empty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im only left with used-to-bes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and once upon a song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now i know youre not a fairytale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and dreams are meant for sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and wishes upon a star just dont come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause even now i can tell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i confuse my feelings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because i liked the view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when there was me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i can be so blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its like you were floating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i was falling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i didnt mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because i liked the view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thought you felt it too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when there was me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-vanessa anne hudgens; high school musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words are meaningful arent they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM WATCHING THE AUDITION PART NOW! AGAIN! MAJORLY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELSI IS PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i'll go do my gold or smth. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;denise ten twentypm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115159106632514719?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115159106632514719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115159106632514719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115159106632514719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115159106632514719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/bop-to-top-is-stuck-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115148149463300525</id><published>2006-06-28T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T01:06:25.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>su-ann is yelling at me to add a heart next to her name. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT. more people came up to me to tell me that i remind them of sharpay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school now. doing physics. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that and watching suite life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE THE HEAD MOVEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH NO MORE SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the computer guy just walked in and im walking ard without my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall REALLY go study physics now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS FOR SOCIALISING!&lt;br /&gt;denise three fiftyonepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115148149463300525?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115148149463300525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115148149463300525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115148149463300525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115148149463300525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/su-ann-is-yelling-at-me-to-add-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115142166848504657</id><published>2006-06-27T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:21:08.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the one thing i really abhor bordering hate. is to be a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many things i want to give up. yet cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally should have stopped my piano years ago with my crazy teacher who loves whacking people on their fingers. now its a bit too late to stop. my exam w probably be at the start of september. thats two months. eight weeks. and i dont think i'll ever be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now. ive the secfour farewell item to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look. its not like i go ard going hey all look here! i can dance i can sing and you cant! hello! we're a TEAM. if you cant dance i cant. if you cant sing i cant too. compromise yes i know. but if its gna carry on until thursday then whatever we do during that period of time w be futile wont it be now. honey youre not making sense. and ive a feeling that i dont too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lame watching the dance thingalingling. adeline and i have to watch it so that we can go teach the rest tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weird thing? i dont think im dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. WE HAVE A NEW FORM TEACHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I SOUND REALLY HAPPY IM FAKING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes ohkay i guess. just that he cant rebuke charmaine and i. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we think that we're gna fail our english. but hey WE ARE THE ENGLISH WHIZZES! she at compre and me at compo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP. bestie says he has bad news and good news. i cant wait. BESTIE FASTER! I REPLIED ALR! GO CHECK YOUR PHONE NOW NOW NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes not replying. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe its due to the fact that he msged me nearly an hour ago. and i only replied im like two seconds ago. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the tofu was like superfunny. charmaine and i just kept making sarcastic remarks to each other. about him oh course. we're such nice and attentive students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh he replied. OH MAN. I WANT MY GOOD NEWS NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ohkay. have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine and i seem to be laughing at the weirdest stuff yesterday. we went hyper in ss/geog. i cant think of what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. i mistook the trees in our lovely rosebelle map for houses! which resulted in my frequent questioning of stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really the maps should pack up and go into a museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT! I FOUND THE MOVIE! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS CHIN IS OUR EMATH TEACHER! YAY! thats really our dream come true. see if only you'll do like dreamers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;houlaoshi must be exasperated with me. he keeps talking to me in chinese but i keep replying in english. HAHA. and so he'll go TING HUIER TONG XUE! and i'll smile my innocent smile and go YES LAOSHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now adeline is watching also! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that to do smth just cause all your other friends are doing it is just. i dno. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes talking about high school musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM JUST ABOUT TO GO MURDER CHARMAINE LIN MINYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hello. i am so NOT like sharpay. im not that bitchy. im really nice innocent etc. and neither am i like regina. i dont go ard calling people's parents pretending to be planned parenthood. that would just slay all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so charmaine decided that im more like regina and gracemary decided that im more like sharpay. why thank you! see what fantastic friends i have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be the person with the worst self control in the world. HOMEWORK DENISE HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK PHYSICS TEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now adeline says that i remind her of sharpay. what sweet friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five down five more to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i dont need to hack into best friend's house anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAI YIYING I MISS YOU! get well soon ohkay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute jerk. but still a jerk. and still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part eight is taking FOREVER to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. as if life isnt bad enough. o levels chinese oral on 12JULY! yayness. cant wait. IM NUMBER TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im staring at the loading bar willing it to hurry upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISH! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im staring at the steps and willing myself to memorise. come on denise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bop bop bop bop to the top!&lt;br /&gt;denise  eleven seventeenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115142166848504657?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115142166848504657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115142166848504657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115142166848504657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115142166848504657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-thing-i-really-abhor-bordering.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115121181322249047</id><published>2006-06-24T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:48:00.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM VERY PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT I'VE BEEN SLEEPING SINCE THREEPM YTD AND ONLY WOKE UP AT EIGHTAM TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only woke up occasionally to send incoherent sms-es and forget what dinner means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: hey you want dinner?&lt;br /&gt;me: huh what's dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and promptly fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS HOW TIRED I WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS SEVENTEEN HOURS MIND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh wait before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR SU-ANN MY FAVOURITE (and only) BIMBO FROM 3ZEN (retribution darling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelovelovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you've to wait for your present cause we all didnt have the time. but it'll be BIG. this we can promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I JUST SAW YOU IN THOMSON PLAZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was ho hum. ohkay i would say. not fantastic not heartwrenching terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you all the fun/gross stuff first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO THE SICK BAY NEARLY EVERY DAY! this is FUN! haha. first day was because of my blister. next day was cause i could only see out of one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE COULDNT BATHE FOR &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; DAYS. this is definitely gross. like half the people were having their periods and not being able to bathe was just the pits. luckily i didnt get it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAK CAMP! what else can i say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at six to discover a newly-formed blister. YAYNESS. and that my step great grandfather died. i wouldnt really say yayness but i thought it'll be ohkay for me to skip camp but my mom was like YOU PROMISED THEM. so i still had to go. besides she insisted that she wouldnt let me go to the party anyway. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;first day was games.&lt;br /&gt;yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;the hightlight has to be night hike i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;the seniors made us watch a horror. but me being me just had to go at a place where all i could see was negatives and it looks like a cartoon. haha. and it wasnt really scary just more sci-fi.&lt;br /&gt;then made all of us walk alone ard the school. eugenia and i made plans to sing out loud like really loud during the hike. ADELINE AND I AGREED TO SING WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER! haha.&lt;br /&gt;was quite freaked out at the beginning. but after a while was like yeah whatever. i mean. its your SCHOOL. and here was still light.&lt;br /&gt;and as suting said THERE ARE NO GHOSTS ONLY DEMONS! like that was supposed to help. haha.&lt;br /&gt;slept at ard one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TWO.&lt;br /&gt;woke for pt at fourplus.&lt;br /&gt;i was falling asleep during scenario test. haha.&lt;br /&gt;pitched tents. saw peichun!&lt;br /&gt;emceed for impromtu campfire. i think we did well didnt we! yay!&lt;br /&gt;entered the tent about twelve fifty. slept a grand total of five minutes before it started raining and made all of us run to the as and sleep there. this is at one ohsixam. i checked the time. fathiyah and i were to excited to fall asleep after the rain. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY THREE.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at threeplus for pt.&lt;br /&gt;i really think that threeplus is too over the top.&lt;br /&gt;unpitched everything.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3&gt;punished&lt;/s&gt;penalty-ed us for so many things during pt i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my whole body aches like crap. i was bent over for a good part during nineam mass. go me. oh and i hit the roof of my feet BOTH OF THEM against the pew. smart aint i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT A NEW MAGAZINE SO IM A HAPPY GIRL AGAIN!i just grabbed it off the shelf cause it has zac efron on BOTH sides. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting tmr. not that i really mind. i mean school's ALL ABOUT SOCIALISING! :) but WHERE DID MY HOLIDAYS GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the downside? i havent finished my work. so im just gna do my hcl hw. i mean. i groveled for the class to do it so it wouldnt seem fair if i as hcl rep didnt do it would it now. nice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID MY LIFE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. the class tagboard turned into smth about the world cup. i think i must be one of those REALLY few who cant care less whether the players drop dead on the field. of course if there was cheerleading i'd watch it no matter how late it is. it all lies in the interests i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. i only finished english. half of both math-s. chem i did the best i could. physicas a bit. bio didnt do at all. ditto ss/geog. doing hcl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. WHERE DID MY HOLIDAYS GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is to my dear best friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i know that sometimes things just go really wrong and nothing seems to work out and all that. but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE rmb that i'll always be here if you need me. except when i go for camp but thats different. i may not be able to help you with whatever you're gg through but i can always be there to cry with you. ohkay so maybe you can just tell me what's happening then watch me cry. believe it or not i had this feeling that you were upset so i msged you ohkay! not because of some bbq i didnt attend. but i decided that hello hello was too short a msg. haha.&lt;br /&gt;youre smart and nothing can change that. go where you want to do what you want to. its your name on the cert anyway. so yes. whatever you do i'll totally support you.&lt;br /&gt;even if decisions dont seem logical at times. just follow your heart and see where God leads you. youre meant for BIG THINGS. i just know it. i mean YOURE MY BEST FRIEND! of course i know. and besides we both establised that im smart. so i should know. :)&lt;br /&gt;THE PANDA CALLED IT!&lt;br /&gt;i want THE PANDA CALLED IT to be like you! im too bimbotic and besides IM A GIRL. and IT's a boy! haha. gg off tangent here.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to make it on saturday. shall have to see how things goes.&lt;br /&gt;but you know what. youre like the only person in church that i can really relate to. so yes.&lt;br /&gt;YOURE MY BEST FRIEND AND I REALLY DO LOVE YOU. FRIENDLY-LY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO MY OTHER BESTIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAI YIYING! call me first thing thurday.&lt;br /&gt;YOURE MY OTHER BEST FRIEND tgt with gracemary of course.&lt;br /&gt;rmb your promise!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;3YOU.&lt;br /&gt;and dont you forget it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses everybody&lt;br /&gt;denise  nine fortyfourpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115121181322249047?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115121181322249047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115121181322249047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115121181322249047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115121181322249047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-very-proud-to-announce-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115089954162542460</id><published>2006-06-21T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T07:21:52.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE GG FOR CAMP TMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL BE BACK ON SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay go me! not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I W DEFINITELY TRY TO ENJOY MYSELF AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TRY NOT TO MISS ME SO MUCH YES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. I SPENT MY WHOLE DAY WATCHING THE SUITE LIFE OF ZACK AND CODY AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL ON YOUTUBE SO IM A HAPPY GIRL! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i shall go and get my stuff ready for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise in the words of crystal. I DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAYOHKAY. just one more video. then i'll go pack. and come back here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DESPITE ME SAYING TRY NOT TO MISS ME SO MUCH I'LL MISS ALL OF YOU! SO YEAH. YOU'LL HAD BETTER MISS ME TOO. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diddleduddle&lt;br /&gt;denise tenfifteenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115089954162542460?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115089954162542460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115089954162542460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115089954162542460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115089954162542460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115080968512877289</id><published>2006-06-20T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T07:04:55.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRACEMARY (tentative ANN) YAP - so that her initials spell GAY - LIREN HAS GOTTEN ME HOOKED ON DISNEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/JUTJJYDVyz4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/JUTJJYDVyz4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dream is a wish your heart makes&lt;br /&gt;when youre fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;in dreams you will lose your heartaches&lt;br /&gt;whatever you wish for you keep&lt;br /&gt;have faith in your dreams and someday&lt;br /&gt;your rainbow will come smiling through&lt;br /&gt;no matter how your heart is grieving&lt;br /&gt;if you keep believing&lt;br /&gt;the dream that you wish will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dream is a wish your heart makes&lt;br /&gt;when youre feeling small&lt;br /&gt;alone in the night you whisper&lt;br /&gt;thinking no one can hear you at all&lt;br /&gt;you wake with the morning sunlight&lt;br /&gt;to find fortune that it smiling on you&lt;br /&gt;dont let your heart be filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;for all you know tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;the dream that you wish will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you dream then you can start&lt;br /&gt;a dream is a wish you make with your heart&lt;br /&gt;when you dream then you can start&lt;br /&gt;a dream is a wish you make with your heart&lt;br /&gt;a dream is a wish your heart makes&lt;br /&gt;when youre fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;in dreams you will lose your heartaches&lt;br /&gt;whatever you wish for you keep&lt;br /&gt;you wake with the morning sunlight&lt;br /&gt;to find fortune smiling on you&lt;br /&gt;dont let your heart be filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;for all you know tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;the dream that you wish will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how your heart is grieving&lt;br /&gt;if you keep believing&lt;br /&gt;the dream that you wish will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you can dream&lt;br /&gt;then you can start&lt;br /&gt;a dream is a wish you make with your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at here charmaine rolls her eyes cause zacefron was all suting and ive been telling her about since flagday where we finally got a picture to show her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARMAINE AND I PONNED THE SECOND HALF OF DREAMWEAVER TD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to hereen instead. haha. not that there was anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we now know what to get for prom/gradnight. we might get lucky you know. and end up having prom/gradnight in a hotel! watched the circle of life one. but i still think that the former is better! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while im uploading this videos thingalingling i shall put my fav high school musical vid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently zac efron doesnt really like basketball but prefers golf or what charmaine says is a businessman's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/NiA-AzeEGtc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i was saying! charmaine alr bought her dress. haha. so i'll get the shorter one and suting'll get the longer one. and the three of us w be set! unless of course smth comes between us and then a situation a la lindsay lohan in freaky friday w happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again. i dont think anybody w be able to. haha. INTERLOCKED!&lt;br /&gt;well all in all td has been a boring day. i cant wait to go to school. but first there'll be nco. really not looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all in this together!&lt;br /&gt;denise nine fortypm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115080968512877289?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115080968512877289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115080968512877289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115080968512877289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115080968512877289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/gracemary-tentative-ann-yap-so-that_20.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115072919988945870</id><published>2006-06-19T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T08:16:22.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so halter bras are a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay go sb-s! sports are the way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they flatten your chest. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL AGREES WITH ME THAT THE GUY WHO ALWAYS WEAR A RED SHIRT LOOKS LIKE RON STOPPABLE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see laura! i told you ever since like ascension mass. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. and i think that slashing in general is just plain stupid. but to slash for a guy is even worse. i mean you'll totally ruin your skin! just so you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM IS BEING MEAN TO ME. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres IT course tmr. NOT LOOKING FORWARD. but at least charmaine suting and gmary w be there. charmaine suting and i can continue TRYING to materialise our pullover. haha. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently laura has been asking me to do many quizzes but ive been too lazy to do them. but being the wonderful me that i am i'll do them now! all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres only two. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. YUSIN KNOWS LAURA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;1. come up with 8 qualities you want to see in your ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. do indicate the sex of your ideal lover, we'd dearly love to see if you're straight.&lt;br /&gt;3. tag eight other hapless victims' blogs and beleague them with this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;4. second-timers don't have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally straight but i so think it'll be easier dating a girl! haha. girls are so nice and easy to comprehend and all. with any luck at all they'll be as wonderful as me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah guy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. catholic/christian. and at the same time have warm hands cause i tend to freeze over in mass. haha.&lt;br /&gt;TWO. smart. somewhat anyway. oh ohkay on the same intelligence wavelength. so that means that he cant be a repeat student or smth. reputable school so to speak? OHKAY OHKAY! im an elitist. so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;THREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait newsflash! im way too smart for my own good. YAY! i bet thats what laura is thinking now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkayohkay. back to&lt;br /&gt;THREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay reminds me of kaywei. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkayohkay now back to three for real.&lt;br /&gt;THREE. taller than me. HAHA. i just added that in cause i cant think of anything else. yesyes. taller than me isnt really anything. i mean even brandon is gna be taller than me! ARGH. grow denise grow! and oh athletic to tie in. thats what two and a half years in cedar makes you look at. i mean. all that running? argh. kaiyin and i always wanted to join TAF. haha. we even strategised and everything. then she left cedar. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. another interruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENISE is pronounced THE-NIECE! yesyes. bring on the nephew jokes. but i cant stand it when people go DEEEEEEEE-NIS! it sounds annoying. and when people call me that sometimes i pretend that i cant hear them. but oh well. even my MOM calls me that. so yes now EVERYBODY knows. please stop calling me DEEEEEEEE-NIS yes? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura and i are trading so to speak. HAHA. what fun! &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HES CUTE ISNT HE LAURA! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR.musical. MUST BE MUSICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH I KNOW WHAT TO SAY FOR FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. HE MUST NOT BE THE GUY WHO COLLECTS MONEY AT THE PRATAHOUSE! even though my WONDERFUL FRIENDS (read: people who want a discount or a free meal at pratahouse) have been trying to convince me so I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides. sam ate it so he should marry the guy! not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTER WEIRD PRATAHOUSE GUY EPISODE TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat before church camp. went to pratahouse w nicole iddie aaron and sam. after being roundly ignored by all of us oh ohkay only me. the ex pink shirt guy slunk off to the corner. while waiting for FOREVER for aaron to come. the guy came over AGAIN. and pushed the round round packet thing into my face. saying for you (or so nicole reckons). the way he smiles is like WAY freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. the round round thing was free. that was sam's main concern. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura refuses to help me think. so i shall take one off her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. if you can draw me out of my perpetual taciturn-dom and make me feel at ease BUT at the same time able to engage in deep, thought-provoking conversations that don't involve petty, pedantic, inane, perjorative topics which at the same time aren't so cheem that they sally right over my head, i will marry you without regrets. (i hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she said. HAHA. but i dont intend on getting married. cause im so fickle. somebody told me that i'll get divorced many many times. HAHA. and besides. ive to live with yiying in our town penthouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. older or at least the same year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. be able to make me laugh smile whatever. or at least be able to see through my facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE I DID IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ive to go worry about the camp list. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that eh is a very nice word. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and RAH as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MY DEAREST THREE PASSIONATES WHO ARE TAKING HIGHER CHINESE. PLEASE GO AND DO YOUR HCL HW! OTHERWISE IVE TO CHASE AFTER YOU. ESP SAMANTHA YEO SHIYUN AND ANGER ANG WEIEN. HAHA. AND GET YOUR PINK FILES! suggested by me of course. :) if you'll dont do your hw he'll go TING HUIER TONG XUE and then i die. so if you dont wna see a great person disappear from the face of the earth PLEASE DO YOUR HCL HW.&lt;/span&gt; i cant get the shade of pink that i want so this'll have to do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from your ever beloved hcl rep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aka ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;camp's until saturday so if the party's on friday then im not gg. LIKE DUH HOW CAN I GO WHEN IM IN SCHOOL. so im hoping hoping hoping that it'll be on saturday. grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enter the grey area&lt;br /&gt;denise ten fiftysixpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115072919988945870?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115072919988945870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115072919988945870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115072919988945870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115072919988945870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-halter-bras-are-no.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115055029869823832</id><published>2006-06-17T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T06:31:39.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;when clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;for you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i regretting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. had church camp td. shall blog about it in greater detail like some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired and i want to go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRANDON KRYGSMAN W BE SHORTER THAN ME WHEN HES FIFTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll have to wait for five years to find out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent like fifteen minutes of my precious time after mass arguing with a TEN YEAR OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said that i was short. but hes shorter! nvm that hes only ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that he'll stay at this height. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but brandon is cute! haha. cuter than michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no michael its NOT a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go think of a comeback speech for the next time when i argue with brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. and hes only ten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115055029869823832?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115055029869823832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115055029869823832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115055029869823832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115055029869823832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreams-see-us-through-to-forever-when.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115046837270865153</id><published>2006-06-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:32:52.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crush your dreams and throw them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa ytd was way fun. and ive got injuries to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole called me at like SIX. rejected her call as planned. rushed ard the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRATAHOUSE IS THE SCARIEST PLACE EVER AND I DONT WNA GO THERE EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went there ytd. and probably tmr as well. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam and aaron met nicole and i at pratahouse. and i was dilligently studying chinese. grins. hardworking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PINK SHIRT GUY WAS JUST WAY SCARY I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody is supposed to go up to you and ask your friends if they think that youre cute. i was like omg go AWAY. and hid my face. but he offered to pay for us or smth. and now they're making sure that i'll go with them to pratahouse to ensure them a free meal. or at least a discount. like HAHAHA RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for everybody to come and all. left the area at ard nine smth. 855-ed there. i spent all my time waving at nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wait for ben so we went SHOPPING. well nicole and i were zooming all over. the rest just followed us ard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you asked thats what i'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben FINALLY came. POOF! so it was ben me nicole gretchen aaron jervis sam thad and grace. ivan and chris came ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to siloso. with aaron jumping like all over and the rest of us trailing after him WAY slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered why i loved the beach so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. siloso brought back memories. kaiyin yuanting charis ryan rion gabriel vanessa jianwei nigel jill and the rest of them. i really really miss them. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kaiyin chose that precise moment to msg me. hmm. it must be telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise&lt;3kaiyin&lt;3denise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like a linear inequality. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the sea was GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the pretend wedding. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after playing ard for a while nicole and i went to wash off all the sand. i totally forgot the washing hair with only water makes the hair oily. but it wasnt as bad as oac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after picking iddie the rest of them save for grace nicole ben thad and i went back into the water. we didnt cause we were nice and dry. not to mention very CLEAN. except for the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could so feel myself getting darker. the sun made me sleepy. sleepy denise isnt really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went biking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed with gretchen cause she couldnt ride or smth. and nicole couldnt really get the hang of her bike. dno where the rest went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the nice me stopped to pick up this girl who fell over. i mean it happened right in front of us. like BANG. she reckons she fractured or broke smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found ben and thad. rather they found us. gretchen gave up chasing after us. so we went on the cycle trail thingalingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all was fine and dandy. then we came to the crossroads and couldnt find aaron sam jervis and iddie. SENTOSA HAS BAD RECEPTION. ohkay so maybe only the woods. haha. so we turned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. the four of us were on this trail when thad was in front of me. he was moving quite slowly or smth. and i was like gna hit him any moment. but if i applied the brakes i would just fly off my bike and over thad as well. land in front of his bike and get run over by him. so i swerved and hit smth else. bushes or smth. apparently it was a very glam fall. yay go me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite glazed over. couldnt be bothered to get up so just sat ard on the concrete. forgot that concrete is really dirty sometimes. two minutes ltr sam and all found us. i think. i could only hear voices. oh but i definitely saw sam cause he inspected my hands. haha. so ben came up with a riding formation. guys girls guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at nearly every bend it was like nicole sees smth screams. and upon hearing her scream w also scream. i dont even know why i do it. its just a natural reaction i suppose. its like i cry when someone else is crying. oh well. then iddie w be like eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rode back to the bicycle place. but rmbed that the casulty aka me hasnt been bandaged or smth yet. so rode to the firstaid place. we were riding and ben was in front of me and he suddenly turned so i stupidly followed him. sam nicole and iddie were way ahead by that time so they didnt realise that we were gone. and guess where he led the rest of us. THE ICE CREAM TRUCK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally got to the first aid place iddie was getting her wound plastered. turns out that all the girls were injured in one way or another. the medic guy looks like darren chin! except the the medic looks a bit better. not difficult really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave us a lot of plasters. haha. and the yellow oinment was just oozing out of the little holes. quite gross really. it looks like pus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i cant bend my hands properly. and the all important WRIST ACTION. and with the piano exam coming up ive no idea what im gna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the guys played soccer and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently ivan dropped chris' phone into the sea. he didnt really but we had fun laughing. at least it was more interesting than sitting ard staring at nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since the guys took FOREVER to bathe we only left at ard seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ps for dinner. threw my potato to the other table. someone ate it i guess. gave half my burger to nicole. and half my drink to the other table. they eat A LOT. its just scary seeing them scarfing down food and looking at me as if im crazy for giving food away. i just wasnt in the eating mood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with sam and nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us went to look at the kois! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nicole and i unwittingly walked into the guys bathroom in this posh looking place. the washrooms werent that posh though. it was more like a staircase landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my cousin and her friends from church. apparently they havent gotten the youthmass ready yet and are just gna let it be a normal mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found true love&lt;br /&gt;lost your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off at the church busstop. the buses were all full so we didnt get on. waved to the back of ben's head when his bus went by us. haha. nicole was like that head looks like ben. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at ard 930.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of a great day. ):) its happy and sad no matter which way you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so td just walked aimlessly ard the house. despite having two storeys it has very little walk space. so went skateboarding ard in circles in the porch. ohoh then there was once i was distracted and slammed into the gate. and no im not clumsy just accident prone. oh what can i say. even accidents love me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive like three gashes at the bottom of my left palm. healing alr though. and this blister like thing on my right palm. from ytd's accident so to speak. and one burnt thumb. oh its nth really i just spilled soup all over my finger when i was bringing it out or smth. in a mad rush to get to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another winter day&lt;br /&gt;has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;in paris and rome&lt;br /&gt;but i wna go home&lt;br /&gt;let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made my hands worse by slamming them against the gate to stop myself from falling. that and highfiving su-ann repeatedly during tuition. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well and theres church camp tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive had a great week so far. so if youre hoping to ruin it for me. dont even think about it. im on cloud nine and wont be brought down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh nco from 22 to 24. but before that dreamweaver. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its as if we were gna make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tmr seventhirty at pratahouse. nicole's hoping to get a discount off me. aaron ran through the benefits of dating the pratahouse guy while we were leaving sentosa. try NO WAY. smth about him dying then i can take over pratahouse and treat them to free prata everyday. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go do my nyaa so i can go shake the president's hand. but of course. the main attraction w be the photogs. grins. su-ann and i alr ran through what we can wear. not a really great outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. im hoping we wont get shawn lim. rmb emath lesson! and also that guy who counted down from ten seconds in our emath test making all of us laugh and not pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna join some riding club! horse riding that it. my dad says that ive gta pay. but he'll drive me ard. like yay. great bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock and roll cliche&lt;br /&gt;denise ten twentyninepm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115046837270865153?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115046837270865153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115046837270865153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115046837270865153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115046837270865153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/crush-your-dreams-and-throw-them-away.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-115003827682862187</id><published>2006-06-11T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:04:36.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is for denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sucks when people make oblique references to you, because they get a kick out of re-savouring over and over their own delirious bravado, but trust me, what gets to them even better is when you start to hurt over it. you're just going to give them what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to keep the faith, so i'm not going to tell you 'heck about them lah', but i will tell you 'heck about them because people of such low, dastardly, gutter-water-dirty calibre aren't worth you fretting about.' yep it hurts, don't delude yourself that you're okay, because i'll be here if you need to blow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay go laura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are cold. and thus i cant type properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im having a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why i bother. old ties maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handphone is running out of battery and im not running to recharge it. whats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it keeps making the low battery warning thingalingling sound. honey i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it ever occured that you dont really know me as well as you think you do. oh comeone. i dont even know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody offered to buy me wine ytd. on a completely random note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moaning to charmaine. she made me laugh. ONCE. oh honey you have to work harder than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh i dedicate my lindsaylohan movie marathon to charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dexter's lab indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH ITS OFF. goodnight phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now shes telling me about this dexter's lab episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my yearbook NOW NOW NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad says that we might not be able to go overseas this year afterall. oh man. and i had totally set my sights on gg to america again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to abhor the os. and they havent even started. but oral's coming. i havent spoken in chinese for a way too long time. and even when i do its to say bu zhi dao or smth retarded. btw retarded in chinese is ting zhi dai xie. we checked it out in su-ann's phone during tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im grovelling for samantha to help me with my nyaa. so that i can go shake the president's hand. what a sad life i lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know why im affected. go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you! off my planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARMAINE HAS GOT THE PHONE THAT I WANT. you off my planet as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take one look at my chem hw. and burst into tears. i seriously need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes nicole is trying to get me to churchhop with her. but its not really churchhopping. cause theres only one she wants me to go to. stanthony's. cause according to her there are three hot alterservers. she spent the worse part of ytd's conversation persuading. OKAY HONEY READ MY LIPS. NOT INTERESTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and besides its so far! must change bus somemore. HAHA. in case you didnt get it. that means no. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha is telling me about the fish eyeballs. i so dont need to know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished another conversation with nicole. apparently the party was quite boring. i mean it has to be right if youre back at ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay samantha bought smth for me from thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost. i guess i'll just wait for somebody to come find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me introduce you to my new best friend. she's striped. red and a mix of red and blue. yet not really purple. she has zhong san gao ji hua wen shou ce written all over her face. i intend to bring my best friend the highercl vocab handbook wherever i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha and i are being childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i break down. it wont be because of you. cause you dont hurt me. HAH. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i knew michael krygsman since i was four! haha. nursery pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhen shi ting zhi dai xie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a direct translation would be so retarded. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura's essays can fly! interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im getting her to teach my essays to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possessive. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets run in circles and clap our hands&lt;br /&gt;denise eleven ohohpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-115003827682862187?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/115003827682862187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=115003827682862187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115003827682862187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/115003827682862187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-for-denise.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-114986167415536682</id><published>2006-06-09T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:01:14.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched mean girls just now. fetch-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the burn book sounds like a fantastic idea doesnt it charmaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling weird. smth's wrong. but havent really figured what yet. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been dreaming weird stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i finished my english hw. but i though my book review was totally crap cause i wasnt inspired. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby that is how love goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death ends a life not a relationship&lt;br /&gt;-morrie ;tuesdays with morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth interesting is happening really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre on the ride&lt;br /&gt;you might as well&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally different note. i love laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping soon. YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling really weird and conflicted. its just like gracemary yap liren giving me that megawatt grin and gg denise im so depressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go rumour a-squishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a fake. i shouldnt watch mean girls anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us swoop around in the sky and feel like peterpan and wendydarling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is wendaydarling's hair so curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont bother&lt;br /&gt;i wont die&lt;br /&gt;of deception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling childish now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wna make up. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trouble in paradise. yeah right. if this is paradise i so do not wna know what hell is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealousy? like hello. get over yourself already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling someone else fat wont make you any skinner. calling someone stupid doesnt make you any smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesdays we wear pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. thank you for attempting to make my life a boxoffice flop. note the word. attempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss yiying. i wonder where she is now. i hope shes happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on&lt;br /&gt;make my day&lt;br /&gt;denise  nine fiftysevenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-114986167415536682?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/114986167415536682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=114986167415536682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/114986167415536682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/114986167415536682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/watched-mean-girls-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-114968364851080385</id><published>2006-06-07T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T05:34:29.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i could jump away into the sunset back to the day where we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST FRIEND IS COMING BACK TODAY! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to all who tried to cheer me up. im okay really. just upset that i didnt really place much thought and emphasis to the cheer routine. grr. oh well. we tried. or at least tried to try. i think. grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no dont go changing&lt;br /&gt;thats what you told me from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i are gna get brain cancer soon. lets see. she called at like oneplus. when i was DUTIFULLY practising my piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my piano seems really neglected. by me really. i practise like a grand total of five minutes before my lesson each wk. and my tcher always look as if she really impressed by my wonderful progress. yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. im really loving my piano now! either that or its because of my looming exam. only my first piece is like okay. the second is passable. i probably need like three seconds a note for the third. aural should be okay. i totally have sightsinging gg for me. i hope. but oh. i cant do sightreading for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is luka&lt;br /&gt;i live on the second floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to nicole. she called at one and we went on for hours. and we always talk about the same topic. okay. SHE always talks about the same topic. i just feign interest. HAHA. w probably call her if she hadnt left her phone somewhere or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh she called ytd also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you w fly and you w crawl&lt;br /&gt;god knows even angels fall&lt;br /&gt;theres no such thing as you lost it all&lt;br /&gt;god knows even angels fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to ytd. she was desperately trying to convince me into thinking smth. but obviously im still REALLY unconvinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked for HOURS. and MINUTES. and SECONDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geri w go if nicole goes. nicole w go if i go. so if im not gg then nicole and geri w also go mia. i always knew i was significant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere and environment. hmm. do i look interested. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im bored. and i looked at it for like eighteen seconds trying to comprehend CHEMISTRY. why atmosphere and environment is in chemistry you may wonder. good question. im wondering too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i just rmbed. our cic project! omgomgomg. gmary rupini charmaine suting! we so do not need a run in with our new form teacher. charmaine and i are gna like swop back to our original seats before she realises it. grins. or he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope he/she is as nice as mrjoshuasng. CHOCOLATE/LOLLIPOPS during CAMP. grr. i doubt mrsteo even turned up. but oh well. charmaine and i still like her cause she seem to be impressed by our english. grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine! unpopular is NOT unique/special! haha. i so beat you for argumentative. grins. yesyes. at the same time i'll rmb the test which i failed cause i was SICK. its not fair i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fame is filled with spoilt children&lt;br /&gt;and we grow fat on fantasy&lt;br /&gt;denise  eight thirtypm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-114968364851080385?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/114968364851080385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=114968364851080385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/114968364851080385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/114968364851080385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wish-i-could-jump-away-into-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981790.post-114939365296839767</id><published>2006-06-04T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:02:51.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd was the worst day of my entire wholesome life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid rumours are floating. i blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer wasnt well done. i blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music was so so off. i blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and my dad had this argument over me. i blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get nice seating partners at the concert besides crystal. i blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt really happy at times during the concert. i blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ride home wasnt exactly fantastic. i blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smth happened while i was walking home alone at ard elevenpm. i blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so looking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981790-114939365296839767?l=oxymoron-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/feeds/114939365296839767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981790&amp;postID=114939365296839767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/114939365296839767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981790/posts/default/114939365296839767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oxymoron-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ytd-was-worst-day-of-my-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>justadream</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07160468513006757235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
