<?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-13844873</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:04:28.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashshow.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116659544755862346</id><published>2006-12-20T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:17:27.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS A TEST</title><content type='html'>THIS IS A TEST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116659544755862346?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116659544755862346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116659544755862346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116659544755862346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116659544755862346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-test.html' title='THIS IS A TEST'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116252528379840905</id><published>2006-11-02T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:41:23.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't have to say a word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/DSC00396.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Paddle pops make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is a bad day. I should go shoot myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116252528379840905?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116252528379840905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116252528379840905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116252528379840905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116252528379840905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-dont-have-to-say-word.html' title='You don&apos;t have to say a word.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116239808814726043</id><published>2006-11-01T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:38:43.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the resolute urgency of now.</title><content type='html'>I am in dire need of a holiday. I think my PMS is acting up and I need to get away from the hustle-bustle of the heinous school life here. The holiday's aren't really holidays at all. Oh wait, does PMS include having a tinge of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt;? I'm feeling totally irrational and I might be going psycho. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BALI&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I want to tan, but I wanna learn surfing! Just pray that I won't get eaten up by the damn-ed tsunami or sharks or whats not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.indo.com/interests/images/beaches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't the beaches pretty??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teckee asked me to go for his walk-in interview at the Fullerton Hotel with him sometime. I still serious doubts about it as he is known for forever trying to deceive me. I am so gullible. Shizzz. I think my hyped-ness is totally dormant now. Ugh, this disgusts me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116239808814726043?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116239808814726043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116239808814726043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116239808814726043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116239808814726043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-resolute-urgency-of-now.html' title='In the resolute urgency of now.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116231174481475755</id><published>2006-10-31T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:24:56.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get these teens hearts beating faster, faster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YAYY!! I got the photos that we took in the zoo from CP's blog!! We took it in the tram on our way to goodness knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/Zoo%206_000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like having a small head so I made them take another one! So that I can have the biggest head, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: default;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/Zoo%205_000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went fishing yesterday at some pond in Marina South with Teckee, MY and Albert. It was a rather pathetic trip, much to the disappointment of Teckee. We lost our first catch as our line was tangled to some @#$!*&amp;amp;%-ing guy's beside us and he wouldn't let his line loose. So our fish was gone in a splash. I reckon that dumb fish must have warned the rest not to eat the damn prawns as we left there empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the prawns with better survival skills managed to avoid the painful death of  getting killed by Teckee's murderous casting of the fishing line, he thus ingeniously suggested that they ate the live prawns RAW. Like freaking sashimi. It was so gross okay. He took the still entirely alive, jumping prawns to wash at the tap, pluck its poor head out, unshell it, and eat it. OMG. Its a surprise all 3 guys didn't get any food poisoning or anything. It's like, they could still feel the body moving inside their mouths! I would have threwn up. GROSS. They actually said I wouldn't be allowed to go home if I didn't eat it. I SAID I'LL CALL MY DADDDYYY. AHAHHA. So my poor stomach managed to escape, unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;I only reached home about 10plus and quickly dashed into my room so my mum didn't get to scold me!! -insert evil laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00054001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a bad day. There was only 1 out of the 4 lessons and I have no idea why I even bothered to go to school. I spent almost half the day being pissed with some insensitive asshole. Urgh, I'm gonna grow white hairs soon.&lt;br /&gt;CP skipped her Bio class and the both of us headed to Mr. Prata. We went to play bowling as we were bored and there was still much time till CP's training. I bloody suck at bowling okay. Well, at least this time I didn't fall down. But my score was even worse than the last time. AHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we stepped out of the building, CP got a call from WT saying that their training was CANCELLED. I still get that exhilerating high whenever I hear those 2 words (TRAINING CANCELLED!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much deliberation, we headed to benedict's house. CP AND I BLOODY SLEPT ON THE WOODEN FLOOR FOR ABOUT 2 HOURS? I was too lazy to climb up onto the bed, HAHHA. At least I had a pillow? LOL.. OH! I COOKED A BOWL OF INSTANT NOODLES BY MYSELF TODAY!! Great accomplishment. Congratulate me please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHH!! I have to get up early tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATERRRR PEOPLEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116231174481475755?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116231174481475755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116231174481475755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116231174481475755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116231174481475755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-get-these-teens-hearts-beating.html' title='Let&apos;s get these teens hearts beating faster, faster.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116196549784810311</id><published>2006-10-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:15:56.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's as if, my heart knows you're the missing piece.</title><content type='html'>My mum bought us chocolate! And she didn't scold me today! I guess it's because she didn't know I went out.. But anyway, I love the chocolates from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cocoa Trees. &lt;/span&gt;It's simply just SOOO adorable :D ESPECIALLY THE ELEPHANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00393copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as according to plan, we met at WestMall to catch our 11.20 show. Much to my disconcertment, the movie had cut off many of the CRUCIAL parts of the comic and naturally, I kept complaining that the details were all wrong! The ending was so dumb, and we still have to wait for the 2nd part to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then MRT-ed to Chua Chu Kang and 927-ed to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore Zoological Gardens&lt;/span&gt;! Heh heh. When we arrived, it was drizzling slightly and the vexatious thunder could be heard. We bought the tickets and went in. The first animal I saw were the colourful parrots. The intriguing signboard caught my eye though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00357copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a myriad of pretty (but DARN smelly) animals. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00358copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00362copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/yayyay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00377copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00387copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I found out a strange phenomenon in the blardy zoo okay. THE ANIMALS LIKE THE VISITORS TO TAKE PHOTOS OF THEIR BEAUTIFUL BUTTS. Here's some proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00366copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00376copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00375copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00386copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy eh?! Hahha. Oh yes! We watched the 3.30pm elephant show too! Here's some really 'IMPRESSIVE' trick that they can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00372copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you amazed!?!?! HAha, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00384copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00367copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEUPING!! Send me the rest of the photos K?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the zoo, we went to Ang Mo Kio to eat, collect JR's watch from Centrepoint, ate at Haagen Dazs in Vivo City, walked around, crapped around, and WENT HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blardy tired. The F4 F5 F6 keys are calling out desperately to my forehead now.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116196549784810311?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116196549784810311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116196549784810311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116196549784810311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116196549784810311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-as-if-my-heart-knows-youre-missing.html' title='It&apos;s as if, my heart knows you&apos;re the missing piece.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116186979156314089</id><published>2006-10-26T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:36:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stored away in the corners of my heart.</title><content type='html'>I think my mum is going through menopause. She's bloody scolding, picking and yelling at me everyday. And yes, guess what? I just got &lt;strong&gt;freaking grounded&lt;/strong&gt;. But nooooo, I've already made plans and there ain't no way she's gonna stop me. I'll just come back before she does and bribe my little sister and maid not to tell her that I went out. Ta dahh! Going out never happened at all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow we're going all the way to West mall to catch Death Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dvdalliance.net/DVD-images/MrSmile/Divers/Death_Note.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're gonna go to the zoo! I haven't been there for a long time.. But the smell of fresh manure is still lingering in my mind. Wait a minute, I don't think a smell can linger in my MIND right? Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss off people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116186979156314089?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116186979156314089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116186979156314089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116186979156314089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116186979156314089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/stored-away-in-corners-of-my-heart.html' title='Stored away in the corners of my heart.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116178685557456909</id><published>2006-10-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:34:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But the love laid inside the questions.</title><content type='html'>I am seriously fed up with my dysfunctional family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screw up and die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116178685557456909?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116178685557456909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116178685557456909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116178685557456909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116178685557456909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/but-love-laid-inside-questions.html' title='But the love laid inside the questions.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116152673752231061</id><published>2006-10-22T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:18:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been starring in my dreams.</title><content type='html'>I've just came back from a wonderful and absolutely delectable teppanyaki dinner at Turf City. If only my maid could cook like that. I'd be obese in a few months :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school on Thursday and Friday as I had a fever, diarrhoea and all the shizz. Mrs Ong wants a mc but too bad. She ain't gonna get one. My mum already called to inform her about the situation but noooooooo.. She wants a frigging mc. FINEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;I think I passed some of my viruses to Singgih as he fell sick on Thursday too. His forehead and neck were burning while his hands were freezing. It was scary. So we left the rest at Safra earlier and didn't join them for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Friday. My sister, Joel and I went all the way to Kovan MRT station to meet Kenwee to stay over at his house. The Tan sisters were late and hence made the guys wait for about an hour. OOPS. We had dinner at Koufu and walked back to his place. There was a picture he drew of a monkey on his wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00346copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Scary Movie 2 and then at about 11plus we headed out to walk to Pasir Ris park. We had to cross a bridge to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00347copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister and I played on the swings at the children's playground. It was dark and scary. The swings were super squeeky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back at about 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I was awaken to hear the 3 of them talking about Kenwee's fish. What a retarded topic to talk about in the morning!! We had Mcdonald's for breakfast. I tried to cycle on Kenwee's bicycle but I failed. BADLY. HAHHAHA. We then headed to the park again to rent bicycles for all of us. Except Kenwee of course. He was so sweet to pay for us :) AWWWW. It was VERY VERY taxing trying to teach my older sister how to ride a bike okay! Yes, she's 17 (almost) and she can't ride a bike for nuts. She kept complaining that her butt hurts and she kept crashing into trees. SIGH! But well, after awhile, she got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! After we got back and bathed and all, we watched the Discovery Channel. Yes. I found out that turtles can bloody mate for 6hours. WTH! They have to come up to the ocean's surface to breathe when they are mating. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today.. I went with my sis and my mum to shop and Vivo City. Mum bought a nice blouse while my sister and I bought a purple bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00354copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DAHH!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA. I'm too lazy to blog. SO.. BYEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116152673752231061?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116152673752231061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116152673752231061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116152673752231061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116152673752231061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/youve-been-starring-in-my-dreams.html' title='You&apos;ve been starring in my dreams.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116117530472153897</id><published>2006-10-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:41:44.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some of the little things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Buy me diamonds and rubies&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy bout Bentley's&lt;br /&gt;Gucci dresses and drop top kompressors&lt;br /&gt;Wine me and dine me&lt;br /&gt;Bring those platinum rings&lt;br /&gt;Those are a few of our favourite things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello there people. I'm to lazy to back track everything I've done these few days. So, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Ken Wee's birthday last saturday at my place. We had steamboat. Watched a bit of prison break and I think that guy is totally hawt. OMG. Anyway, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00345copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! It should be a belated birthday actually..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like skipping what's left of this school week. But I promised Singgih to watch Death Note with him tomorrow.. So I guess. I'll still have to go. School's so boringgg. Especially that dumb financial literacy thingy. We played the dumb boardgame for so long. I got so rich being the businessman can! If only the money was real :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHA. CP said she'll treat me lunch as I helped her to massage her thighs (sounds sick) today! My hand hurts after helping all three of those leg cramp-ers. SIGH. I DONT HAVE CRAMPPPS!!! HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116117530472153897?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116117530472153897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116117530472153897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116117530472153897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116117530472153897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-some-of-little-things.html' title='Just some of the little things.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116075697536693898</id><published>2006-10-14T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:30:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're just twenty-five minutes too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Stupid Cupid. Stop picking on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's the day that we (WT, Benedict, Vicki, Siravut, CP, JR, Singgih and I) arranged to go for the buffet at Sakura, Orchard. Well, I couldn't stuff myself as much as I would have liked due to perpetual urge to vomit when I was full. Depressing, I know.. The food was really nice!! I seriously pity the guys.. And CP. They took so many cakes and ended up stuffing them down their throats and look as though they were gonna be sick. It was quite entertaining, really. Their gargantuan appetite scares me.&lt;br /&gt;CP gave away my white balloon to some small kid :( and Singgih killed my blue one :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICKI!! WHY WASN'T YOUR CAMERA WORKING!! AGAIN! Hahha, after walking around town a bit and looking at some really pretty undies, we cabbed to Safra to play pool, AGAIN. It was the first time Vicki attempted to play pool and so, yea. You can just imagine how much we laughed. But well, I wasn't much better at my first attempt either, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki and I wanted to go play the swings but it was occupied and there were so many guys playing street soccer. It wasn't really a condusive environment (I was wearing a bloody skirt). Too bad, another time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! We even entertained ourselves by playing the photohunt thing. Its the arcade game where you have to spot the difference between 2 pictures. So fun! The highest score we got was only the 2nd place. I reckon we spent about 10bucks playing the dumb game, hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.... Singgih sent me home. End of story. BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116075697536693898?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116075697536693898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116075697536693898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116075697536693898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116075697536693898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-just-twenty-five-minutes-too.html' title='You&apos;re just twenty-five minutes too late.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116057493782556004</id><published>2006-10-11T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:55:37.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some dreams were meant to be declined.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet i scared the wits outta ya huh! Yea, I'm THAT scary. Whatever. The haze.. Again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first and foremost, I'm here to divulge to y'all something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00341copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess you get the message. HEE HEE HEE. That means, SERENA THE ROCKER OF ALL ROCKERS IS BACK TO BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm too lazy and everything around me's so moody. Especially my sister and her bf. Argh. Teens nowadays. So emotionally unstable. HAHAHA. OH WAIT! I'm a teen too..... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. I'm pissed. Why is it when I want something, they don't get it. When I'm pissed, they don't realise it. When I want something done, THEY BLOODY DON'T WANNA DO IT. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;$%^*#&lt;/a&gt;! I feel like chopping someone's head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a damned eating disorder. I feel like throwing up when I eat. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00336copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116057493782556004?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116057493782556004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116057493782556004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116057493782556004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116057493782556004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-dreams-were-meant-to-be-declined.html' title='Some dreams were meant to be declined.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-116022999144611530</id><published>2006-10-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:13:48.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as I fall apart.</title><content type='html'>The weekends are here! It's right about time huh.. I wonder how the days manage to go by so tardily and with such reluctance. Yup, it's been a week of exams and pure abhorrence, I'm just glad I made it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to Benedict's house more often than I should, lately. The bloody stairs at his house just hate me. They just seem to go on and on and on, like forever. The people did go to the gym yesterday though. I was the most slack there. Just sitting on the ball and bouncing around. Oh yes, I did about 400 steps as well :D been a long time since I've last exercised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. So. I met CP at Cine at about 3 today. Mum fetched me there! (OH! SHE AIN'T GONNA GO TO INDIA TO WORK ALREADY!! Wheee!) We were to watch 'Me, You &amp; Dupree'. Well, there isn't much to say about the movie really. It wasn't as amusing as the trailers made it out to be athough it was quite touching. So yea, I'm a wee bit disappointed. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so lalala. We ate at Yoshi talked a bit and then headed to Vivo City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00331copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaaaaaaa Dah!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, okay.. So it doesn't really look that grand here, does it? But well, yea. It's bloody big and it had a real spiffy little sky park. The haze ruined it all, I tell ya. We felt like we were in Genting. Just that the mist was just polluted smoke from damn-ed Indonesia =X hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00326copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and browsed some of the shops although many still aren't opened yet. Yay! I can't wait. Ben &amp; Jerry's and Haagen Dazs are practically just beside each other. What a dilemma. SIGH, haha. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we tried taking a picture of the Vivo City sign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00329copy-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to my phenomenal photography skills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00330copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We succeeded at the second attempt! HAHAHA. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go harbourfront to eat but damnnnn.. There were so many people. As much as I like Vivo City, I miss how deserted harbourfront centre used to be. I could go anywhere and there'd be space to sit. Even the icecream auntie was so busy scooping icecream that I couldn't get her attention and stop to say HI! SIGH. WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-116022999144611530?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/116022999144611530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=116022999144611530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116022999144611530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/116022999144611530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-as-i-fall-apart.html' title='Just as I fall apart.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115962763314190402</id><published>2006-09-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:47:13.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need you tonight.</title><content type='html'>Let's just begin with stating a fact that indirectly, I'm a rabbit killer. A &lt;strong&gt;murderer&lt;/strong&gt; to be precise. Yea, that's what my whole family calls me. A frigging MURDERER!&lt;br /&gt;It was the 27th of September 2006 that Martin died. So who's Martin, you might ask. Well, he was a rabbit. Okay, don't ask me how he died or what I did to make him die. HE JUST DID! So give me a break here?! Well, since Martin died, now Marvin's (aka the fat one) all alone in this sad world. Sometimes I look at him and I feel that the little guy is mourning over his brother's passing. Poor dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/MARVIN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks sad, doesn't he?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, it's been a busy week and thank God that the dumb Chinese papers are over. Yippee. 1 subject down and 8 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WT and I went to CP's house to eat meegoreng and watch a disc of 'Liu Xing Hua Yuan'. WT thinks I'm crazy. The 3 of us walked to Benedicts house and yes you guessed it! I almost died!! Seriously, they oughtta build a LIFT SOMEWHERE?! Hah, well at least his brother's cute. Actually Benedict is too but yea, his brother's cuter.&lt;br /&gt;I could really tell the difference in the noise level when we were in the house, and out.. Due to the FORESEEN REASONS, Benedict followed us all the way to IMM to watch the guys play soccer :D&lt;br /&gt;I really think the A1/B1 guys are really hopeless okay. Firstly, they're all so short (compared to Yong Jie) and red, and SECONDLY, they keep getting bloody injured. Sorry for my lack of sympathy boys. But yea, it's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;At about 6 plus 7 the girls cabbed back to school for the mid-autumn festival thing. I lent TeckEe my Ez-link card and he gave me 10bucks. For cabbing purposes of course.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I had to lend him 6 bucks to watch his movie -.- oh yes!! Benedict's so sweett. I just had a sudden urge to announce that. Not as if you people don't already know..&lt;br /&gt;The chinese dance performance weren't all that bad. Just the thought of the stage collapsing kept recurring in my mind, haha. OH YES! The Mdm Pui woman's solo singing got everyone's attention. She was ummmm.. SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebration the gang called me to go play CANDLES with them. I wanted to go join them but I guess I was too tired and my mum's irritating. So, Singgih sent me home first and he joined them later.. Right? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/LANTERNS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I got to eat my New Zealand Naturals ice cream today! 3 scoops for $3.80. What a steal. Yes, I feel fat, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I'M OFF TO CHECK OUT THE HOT CHICK JANET TAN'S FRIENDSTER!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115962763314190402?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115962763314190402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115962763314190402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115962763314190402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115962763314190402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-need-you-tonight.html' title='I don&apos;t need you tonight.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115892945457254176</id><published>2006-09-22T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:50:54.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What my lips desire can't be denied.</title><content type='html'>You got my temperature rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like El Nin-Yo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was rather facetious. Mrs Sam asked the Sec1-3 girls to stay back in the quadrangle to hand out to us some flyers. She didn't even use the microphone as she didn't want the guys to hear. In the end it was just about some ugly sports bras. Claiming that other fancy but ill-fitting ones would 'damage' your boobs. Make in sag and stuff. HAHAHAH FUNNEHHH! Guys from the class were peeping through the windows to see what it was about. SICKOS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back our Physics test! I passed!! WHOOPIE! Like, a 20.5/30. Not bad not bad. Siravut, Singgih, Ridzal, Afif and I were at a corner of the lab conversing about sick stuff. Well, they've always been like that. There was this part when they were saying how turning on the MTV of the EL Nin-Yo! by Tata Young was. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Chemistry and English tests today. Both were disappointing and I think I could have done better. I know darn well that I can be very good at crapping for my English. It's my FORTE darn it! I was rather happy with the AMath Trigo quiz. OMG! I didn't know I was so SMART.&lt;br /&gt;I always presumed that people who thought Math was fun was seriously f-ed up. HAHA. HOW the HELL can Math EVER be fun!! But the secret is to really KNOW how to do it. THEN it'd be fun. HOHOHO! I didn't know shit about Math but now I DO! Like, trigo is a little shit topic of Math. And I think Trigo is fun. So I'm seriously f-ed up too! WHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLE-OOOO people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115892945457254176?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115892945457254176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115892945457254176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115892945457254176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115892945457254176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-my-lips-desire-cant-be-denied.html' title='What my lips desire can&apos;t be denied.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115858339797507508</id><published>2006-09-18T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:43:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bringing sexy back.</title><content type='html'>Whee, I'm so lovin' Justin Timberlake's '&lt;strong&gt;Sexy Back&lt;/strong&gt;'. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I haven't been updating in awhile yar? I have no idea why I hate the idea of just sitting in front of the &lt;em&gt;damned&lt;/em&gt; computer. It just doesn't appeal to me anymore. I'd rather coop myself up in bed and read my storybooks. Yes, speaking of storybooks.. Here's a couple that I've been reading these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/180906-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really nice and touching. Maybe try borrowing it? It's really sweet. Like those, AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.. Kinda sweet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/180906-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read finish this yet but it's not bad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/180906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes yes! I tried learning to write cursive as well! It's my younger sister's Primary 3 cursive writing book. Looks fun eh! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I almost forgot!! HOW COULD I?!&lt;br /&gt;Right right right. &lt;strong&gt;CALLING ALL THE BABES OUT THERE&lt;/strong&gt;!! It'd be advised for you to watch 'John Tucker Must Die'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="290" src="http://www.cinemacomrapadura.com.br/noticias/img/3530-2006-09-06-16:33:55_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;It's nice!! I got so excited SO MANY times I ended up whacking Lee on the arm. Sorry two. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm too lazy. And I need to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115858339797507508?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115858339797507508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115858339797507508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115858339797507508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115858339797507508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-bringing-sexy-back.html' title='I&apos;m bringing sexy back.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115807238420858232</id><published>2006-09-12T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:46:24.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My memories have escaped me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello there,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angels from my nightmare :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually studied for my Physics test yesterday! Like, I stayed with Cheu Ping, Ming Yang, Teck Ee until rather late at Holland V. It was about 10plus. Siravut left earlier. The 3 of them were like trying to scare me till I had to call and talk to Spotty on the phone till I reached home! Dumb taxi drivers, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my studying didn't really help for the test but at least my MCQ's alright. I've no faith in the rest of the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, our group didn't go for MJT's small group meeting thing. Cheu Ping and I went to Vicki's house instead. Too bad, MJT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/120906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch there and chatted by the pool for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;So today's the first time I've ever fed a dog anything! What a great accomplishment! Did I mention I'm afraid of dogs as I've been chased by 'em TWICE in my entire life?! Haha, I think I fed Vicki's dog some chicken jerky?! Hahah, it's so cute. It licked my fingers!! :)&lt;br /&gt;See see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/120906a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, isn't he the cutest thing? HAHAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we went to Venezia to do a little bit of work and I had icecream. I wanna try the pasta there sometime. Smells GOOD, haha. OKAY! I'm done. PRAWN! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115807238420858232?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115807238420858232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115807238420858232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115807238420858232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115807238420858232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-memories-have-escaped-me.html' title='My memories have escaped me.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115777540559258724</id><published>2006-09-09T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:22:25.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was all a lie.</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile eh people? I bet ya'll thought I was dead, haha. Lets all start with Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went out with a few of the 2b1'05 people to watch Monster House. They're namely MY, BK, DY, Edmund and KH. I can't believe I actually went to watch it. I was soooo NOT scared okay! And yet they still made fun of me :( CRIES.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Edmund and KH left first so the rest of us just walked around aimlessly and finally sat at Far East Plaza's LJS as we were too bored. Bryan and some Indian SC guy came to join us later.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, MY and I headed to Holland Village. He just watched me eat. Being nice, I let him eat half of my beloved NYDC cookie monster mudpie! Lol. I think we sat there for about an hour plus just talking.. Then, I cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/090906a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I met CP at KFC for lunch before going for our History Remedial. I was early! But she was earlier. HAHA. Oh yes, I finally got my SAJC titanic-sized tees from KL. I've got 2 of 'em. A white one, and a maroon one :D yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/090906-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I finally touched a Netball again that day. HAHAH. It's been a long while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY! My older sis and I had a little sibling bonding session. We went for a mani and pedi which I guess I'd rather not let you all know the cost.. WHEE, it was fun. It's been a long time since my last pedi. I have pretty nails now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/090906b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/090906c-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers were crimson and mine are french :D OOH! LOOKIE LOOKIE! I have BLUE TOENAILS! Sort of reminds me of Aquamarine though. LOL. Oh ya, I had a french manicure as school's starting soon and I can't have anything too obvious. Or I'd paint them BLUE TOO. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to town for some retail therapy! She paid for almost everything as I'M BROKE and she had some money from her previous job :D THE OLDER SISTER GOODNESS. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little somethin' somethin' she paid for.. Which is mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/090906d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A candy cane coloured PHONE SOCK! Don't you just think it's so cute?!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought a number of other stuff but I'm too lazy to show you :P Oh yes, we bought our mum earrings for her birthday! It's really prettiful and I bet I'll wear it more often than she does. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner together at Geylang. The food wasn't bad at all. Went home and my dad bought a mango icecream cake for my mum. It was really sweet. I mean the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/090906e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S SATURDAY! Finally a day for me to just sit and slack at home. BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115777540559258724?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115777540559258724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115777540559258724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115777540559258724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115777540559258724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-was-all-lie.html' title='It was all a lie.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115735230416613363</id><published>2006-09-04T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T14:45:04.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bet you look good on the dancefloor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was this once, I thought you would change - and I mean really change, to the person I once knew, I once regarded as someone I truely could trust. But after these many months, I've finally realised. You'll never be same person again even if you were to change. It wouldn't be the same. I had to do it the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile huh people.. Well, I'm feeling tardy right now so it's just gonna be a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I stayed at home the whole day only to leave for my midnight dinner with my dad, mum and older sister. My dad's acting all cordial ever since the day my younger sister helped me talk to him. Haha, the younger sister goodness :) and I don't mean Natasha. We had dinner at the Yong Tau Foo place. Wasn't bad of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! I met CP at JP before heading to FanSheng's place. SHE WAS LATE! Hahha.. It's been a real long time since I've been to JP. I didn't realize it changed so much, haha. The BBQ was quite dumb really. The best part was that I was pawning Sam's, Damian's, Kendrick's and CP's arses for quite a few rounds of daidi. HAHA. I know I rock :D Oh yes, KL came down for awhile since he stays quite nearby. My dad and mum came to fetch me at about 10 plus? YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY! Went to church, had breakfast. Had lunch, went home. Rest awhile. Took a long long bus ride to Tiong Bahru. Singgih thought I was LOST (oh please! I have an acute sense of direction!!) Ate a little of KFC. Watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.annecarlini.com/images/exclusive/giveaways/G-BreakUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite nice and funny really. But Prada still owns :D&lt;br /&gt;WHEE. Okay, ate and Sakae Sushi, damn. I've been eating so much Sushi nowadays. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHUCKS. This post turned out to be quite lengthy. Okay, Nevermind. BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/CUTESTTHING.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115735230416613363?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115735230416613363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115735230416613363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115735230416613363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115735230416613363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-bet-you-look-good-on-dancefloor.html' title='I bet you look good on the dancefloor.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115703796033314117</id><published>2006-08-31T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:44:38.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't need these happy endings.</title><content type='html'>So, from what I've learnt from My Character Education lessons, we should always put first things first. So to begin, I'll wish all teachers a &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS DAY&lt;/strong&gt;. Although there's really zero chance any would be reading this but heck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school in some cheena top and jeans. I felt so weird and out of place. Only when I saw other schoolmates wearing jeans as well I finally felt ummm, 'mainstream'. Our classroom looked like some sleazy drinking pub with all the coloured plastics covering the lights. But I must admit it added a lil' ambience?! Hahha. Okay, so it was raining. The ACES activity was cancelled! YIPPEE. First good news of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started with our breakfast party. The teachers invited - Ms Choa, Mr Lau and Mr Tay came. We played the drinking game. Where all the different kinds of carbonated drinks were mixed together and 1 teacher competed with 1 student to see who could drink it down more quickly. Mr Choo came in to join. Mr Tay was against Bryan, Mr Lau against Singgih, Ms Choa against Rachel and Mr Choo with Siravut. All the students won except for Siravut the lousy. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/3108061.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some food. Afif and some others even bought cakes for the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/310806-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE HAD LIMBO ROCK! So cute lahh! Here's a couple of snapshots of the game process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/3108063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/3108062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mr Lau wasn't really stable and needed a supporter. HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played other games like Twister, Truth or Dare and Dare or Double Dare. I had to do stupid things like, sing 'My Humps' with my idol Benedict, hug Singgih, show the colour of my underwear and seduce FanSheng! HAHA, ohh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the rest of them with their dares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/3108064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Rong to pole dance with Mr Lau as the pole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/3108065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Xian to do her Jolin Tsai dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/3108066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki to ask whatshisname for a picture. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWW, too bad I didn't get a picture of Natasha hugging Wanting, Vicki and CP kissing KaiHui and Jin Xian respectively. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's a picture I took of the picture we took with WeiNi's cam. Complicating huh! My scanner sucks and I'm too lazy to try scanning it. We'll just leave it to Vicki when I manage to pass it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/3108067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some concert in the hall. It was quite nice actually. Better than the rest of the years I spent in CTSS. MJT CANCELLED HER DUMBSHIT REMEDIAL! Second good news of the day!! HAHA. Okay, SKIPSKIPSKIP. We went to town and I saw Adam, Kuloo, ONGCUTES and James! We ate at Suki Sushi and watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.motortrend.com/features/auto_news/2006/112_news060705_01s+the_devil_wears_prada+movie_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it a 4.5/5 so go catch it OKAY. We walked and shopped then CP and I headed to Safra for pool while the rest went home? In the end, I didn't get to play due to.. RED reasons. I think Yong Jie's so cute when he plays :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CP left first and I left with Singgih and Teck Ee after. Today's a nice day. I like TeckEe's K800i! Unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115703796033314117?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115703796033314117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115703796033314117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115703796033314117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115703796033314117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-dont-need-these-happy-endings.html' title='We don&apos;t need these happy endings.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115678223202941886</id><published>2006-08-29T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:23:52.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save tonight, and fight the break of dawn</title><content type='html'>I've learnt that although younger sisters might be really irritating, they actually might really be concerned for you. Yea, my little sis is sort of like that. Sometimes I wish I could just whack the sh*t out of her but sometimes, she does real sweet things for me that no one else might :) BUT, I still would really relish an older brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had the dumb SS/Hist remedial. I was late, although it didn't really count as late as Mdm Yehidaah hadn't come yet. It was BORING. Something about Hitler and his foreign policies. After that, WQ, Vicki, meanie and I headed to Mr. Prata. WQ left first and we girls had a chat about loads of stuff. I think we sat there for about an hour plus?&lt;br /&gt;Having eaten finish, El and I met CP to go to queensway to get El's FBTS for OBS. In the end, we didn't get anything. We walked around looking at shoes. Haha, we had yummy food! Mua Ji and Ikea's hotdogs. Oh! Then we went up to look at furniture in Ikea. They had this really wacky light and I decided I needed a picture of it. It reminds me of Medusa's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, yesterday was another 'study' session with beloved Rachel. We were laughing so hard for so many things that I can't remember. All I can recall was that my stomach sure ached bad after. Well, during that time, I actually completed my Matrices. HAHA. Accomplishment please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I realised from that day that, I really must &lt;strong&gt;expect the unexpected&lt;/strong&gt;. Cos they'll just &lt;strong&gt;hit you in the face when you least expect it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115678223202941886?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115678223202941886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115678223202941886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115678223202941886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115678223202941886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/save-tonight-and-fight-break-of-dawn.html' title='Save tonight, and fight the break of dawn'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115651813811848392</id><published>2006-08-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:02:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So we can stay like this forever.</title><content type='html'>WHEEE!! It's a Friday! That means the anticipated weekends are just around the corner! Oh wait, I just remembered that Mdm Yehidaah booked us for another History/SS remedial tomorrow! AHH! It's at 0830?! How on Earth am I supposed to get up on time? Oh no oh no oh no. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYY.. Today was rather a short day i guess. Lessons ended at 1240 and Nat, Bryan and I had our Physics test at 1. All of us sat on the same 'Macdonald' table on the 3rd level without much supervision from Mr Choo. EVEN BRENDA WAS SITTING WITH US THERE! So, yes, isn't it obvious? We were really &lt;em&gt;bona fide&lt;/em&gt; students baby :) the half an hour whizzed by in a flash and soon it was time to hand up the paper. I'd be glad if I can pass. I didn't really cherish the extra time that I had to study. Oh well, expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs and saw Singgih &amp;amp; Joshua doing their POA version of Snake and Ladders for their project. JingRu was there too. I kept commenting that their snakes were too skinny and their ladders were too fat but they didn't want to listen to me!! Okay, nevermind. I helped them a little with the wordings and by making noise. Yay me. Halfway through, Kevin came out from his HMT test and he saw me, went a little inane and shouted, "SERENA!" Then he stared at me like a loony. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I too was taken aback to see him so I used my hands to cover my face and shrieked, "AHHH! GO AWAY! Don't look at me!" And we all just started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was actually supposed to go for the chairperson meeting as a substitute for him but I didn't. This is in fact the 2nd time already. OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE SINGGIH'S BLUE IC. So unfair, but I want a white one. So cool mans. And my poor IC is screwed. I can't wait to make another one. When that happens, I'll make sure I won't cut my hair just before picture taking. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with RACHEL! She was in the vicinity and thus, we decided to meet up. Not wanting to go anywhere far as we were too lazy, we headed to Harbourfront. It's been a long time since I've been there. We walked around before deciding to eat at Sakae Sushi AGAIN. Haha.. I love Teriyaki Chicken and Unagi. YUMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! I managed to buy my red _________. Plus a pink one too. I also bought a real &lt;strong&gt;thick&lt;/strong&gt; black hairband to wear to school. It's cute :) although they really hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know.. I HATE HANDPHONE BILLS!! AND HERE YOU GO :D :D some.. Eye candy?! AHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115651813811848392?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115651813811848392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115651813811848392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115651813811848392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115651813811848392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-we-can-stay-like-this-forever.html' title='So we can stay like this forever.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115643293380744083</id><published>2006-08-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:22:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I not pretty enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I used to like this song.. A lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wegoglobal.com/Sad%20girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken?&lt;br /&gt;Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken?&lt;br /&gt;Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live, I breathe, I let it rain on me.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep, I wake, I try hard not to break.&lt;br /&gt;I crave, I love, I've waited long enough.&lt;br /&gt;I try as hard as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken?&lt;br /&gt;Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken?&lt;br /&gt;Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, I feel, I make believe it's real.&lt;br /&gt;I fall, I freeze, I pray down on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I stand, I take it like a man.&lt;br /&gt;I try as hard as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken?&lt;br /&gt;Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken?&lt;br /&gt;Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see, why do you see,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see, why do you see,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see, why do you see,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see, why do you see,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115643293380744083?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115643293380744083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115643293380744083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115643293380744083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115643293380744083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/am-i-not-pretty-enough.html' title='Am I not pretty enough?'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115634247314652832</id><published>2006-08-23T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:14:33.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed by a sensation of something long ago and far away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday was the 3rd time I didn't go to school for no reason in particular in this entire year. Well, actually I was really having a headache so I didn't wanna wake up. I just told my mum I had a tummyache and went back to sleep. She was nagging about something but she didn't pull me out of bed. So I guess that meant I was allowed to skip school? Okayyy. Haha, so I missed the Physics test. And until now, I still haven't taken it yet. I couldn't even be bothered to ask the questions from people. It'd be more fair this way right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I actually considered going to Sentosa by my lonesome and just take a walk yesterday. Since it's quite nearby? I didn't feel like asking anyone out and I didn't feel like studying. But nope, in the end I stayed at home as a couch potato the whooleeeeeeeeeee day. Yes, some great accomplishment aye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, my dad was accusing me that I didn't go to school as I couldn't get up on time. Bloody hell. I already told him I CAN wake up earlier than him without anyone irritating the !@#$ out of me in the morning okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! Ahhh. I can't be bothered. Seriously, wake me up.. When September ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115634247314652832?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115634247314652832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115634247314652832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115634247314652832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115634247314652832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/overwhelmed-by-sensation-of-something.html' title='Overwhelmed by a sensation of something long ago and far away.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115608444295800498</id><published>2006-08-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:34:03.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more kiss could be the best thing, or one more lie could be the worst.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I went out to Orchard to meet Rachel for our studying session! But first, I met up with her school mates. And they 'dragged' me into taking neoprints with them. Well, they were free? So why not. Hahah.. Yupp yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we bus-ed down to PS. We did lots of dumb things along the way. Rachel even wanted to take a picture of some real ugly monkey poster. GROSS!! HAHA. We walked around ps and decided to take neoprints again. It's the first time in a long long time that I ever had such BIG neoprints.. Since it was only the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we settled down at Yoshi to 'study'. HAHAH! I did a total of 3 questions of Remainder and Factor Theorem while she only wrote 1 page worth of notes in her little exercise book. HAHAHA. Okay, then we walked around everywhere searching for a box and lace for Chara. We were trying to look art-y in SPOTLIGHT! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALA. We ate at SAKAE SUSHI and went home! I spent lots of money. Sadly, Rachel's too tired to send me the pictures. ANOTHER DAY THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO today.. IS A SUNDAY! And I went to church. I wore my humongous blue 40DOC tee. Loads of people commented that it was really huge. Oh well, I plan to wear it as my pjs. Speaking of which, KL!! WHERE ARE MY WHITE AND MAROON 'ONCE A SAINT, ALWAYS A SAINT' SHIRTS HUH! It's already been so long okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, my mum sent HN, the sister and myself to CHINATOWN! I was such a lightbulb but YEAH. I don't care. My mum gave my sister and I each a 100bucks to go shopping! YAY. She seems a little beside herself huh! Giving us money to SHOP! OH! My sister was to buy her work clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, from Chinatown we went to Orchard.. Paragon and Taka. HN bought his orange/yellow gigantic crumpler. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! I bought the top from ZARA! So cute righhhht!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/GEISHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/FLOOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The denim shorts were from Chinatown while the white ones were from Taka's WH. Or something of that sort. LALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOTHER IS CRAZY. She just scolded me. Argh, what's the problem with her man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115608444295800498?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115608444295800498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115608444295800498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115608444295800498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115608444295800498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-more-kiss-could-be-best-thing-or.html' title='One more kiss could be the best thing, or one more lie could be the worst.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115600428570888041</id><published>2006-08-19T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T00:19:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes are red, and tears are shed.</title><content type='html'>I'm really tired, and irritated. I'll update about today, another day perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.birthdaycards2go.com/images/thumbnails/val1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115600428570888041?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115600428570888041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115600428570888041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115600428570888041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115600428570888041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/eyes-are-red-and-tears-are-shed.html' title='Eyes are red, and tears are shed.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115582368524422213</id><published>2006-08-17T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:08:05.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a lie, a kiss with open eyes.</title><content type='html'>Heyya! I haven't been down here recently. I have absolutely no idea what I've been up to. Tomorrow's so gonna be a stressful day. 3 tests in all about 5 hours! Kill me. I tried studying all three of the SS, Chem and Math subjects in the afternoon but to no avail. Up till now, I only can remember the reasons for merger and a little of similarity and congruency. I bloody don't know anything about the area of similar figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, so I won't be updating much now. LOOK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/HARWORKING.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERENA'S STUDYING. WHAT A MIRACLE.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115582368524422213?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115582368524422213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115582368524422213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115582368524422213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115582368524422213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-lie-kiss-with-open-eyes.html' title='It&apos;s a lie, a kiss with open eyes.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115556816739432646</id><published>2006-08-14T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:09:27.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be the first thing you see, and you'll realise you love me.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was just another mediocre day. Went to church as per normal. Had service and all. As it was the kick off of the 40DOC, we had a free buffet lunch of Nasi Lemak! It was quite yummy actually.&lt;br /&gt;OH! We got our 40DOC tees already. I got the blue one! I think we're supposed to wear it on the next Sunday.. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, slacked at Mac with my sister and Rachel. I helped Rachel to do some of her comprehension actually. The way her tuition teacher made her do the summary is like so kuku okay. Hahaha, she has to draw a box for every word she writes. So it's easier to count. LOL, maybe I should try sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home the whole late afternoon and only went out for dinner with WX and Rachel. We were like thinking of a place that's in the middle of all our houses so it would be easier. The only place we could think of was CLEMENTI, thus, we had KFC. I had the Fish Ole thing. Yummmm :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! We sat around doing nothing in Mac for quite awhile. We got to see some of the Indians coming into Mac and trying to start a fight. One guy actually hit the other with a belt! Haha, everyone was so amused and started getting out of their seats to witness the 'fight'. The police came in after awhile. Bleah, so anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00219.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/IMAGE145.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/IMAGE146.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just bored really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! I woke up late. Again! Shittzz, this is becoming a bad habit. I even had to run in to make sure I wasn't late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Chamistry quiz in the first period. I'm quite happy I didn't cheat! Haha, I'm breaking out of the routine man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was stupid. That stupid Janet went to change the time slot for my group to an hour later. BLOODY HELL! She thinks all of us THAT free is it! Grumble grumble grumble. Sometimes I seriously feel like pulling out the disgusting chemically treated hay that she calls hair on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met WX after school. We had PIZZAHUT! Hahha, it was much less crowded there than compared to Mac :) After that, we headed home and watched a CD of Monk. Well, I wasn't sure if it was a CD or just 1 episode. I fell asleep after 3/4 of the first episode. HAHA. OOPS, SORRY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YADDA YADDA YADDA. I decided that I've got nothing better to say already. So, I'M DONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115556816739432646?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115556816739432646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115556816739432646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115556816739432646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115556816739432646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/ill-be-first-thing-you-see-and-youll.html' title='I&apos;ll be the first thing you see, and you&apos;ll realise you love me.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115540369682977696</id><published>2006-08-12T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:36:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As bullets rip the sky, of ink with gold.</title><content type='html'>Met the girls at Mac this morning for our breakfast before our lesson. WT and Brenda were already there but I arrived later than Vicki by only a few seconds!! HAH! Eelin was the latest, as expected. She came about 15mins late? By the time she came, WT and I had already finish our Egg Mcmuffin! Brenda was still munching on her food. Dearest Vicki didn't eat as she claimed she had a &lt;b&gt;HEAVY&lt;/b&gt; breakfast. Haha, her definition of a heavy breakfast was a bowl of cereal with milk and a banana. WOW! That's real heavy, haha. Oh yes, I was the only one wearing green because I bloody wore my yellow Kelme shirt to sleep last night -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we still had some time before the lesson, we decided to use Vicki's digicam's self timer to take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few attempts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/PICT0037copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAILED! The dumb SS textbook can be seen! Hhaha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some more attempts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/PICT0039copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! We got it!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eelin and Vicki wanted to buy some pastries from the stall outside Mac. I think the pastry chefs were very cute. They looked like they were dancing while preparing them. They even bought some for Mdm Yehidaah! But I think CP just ate them all afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS was rather boring. Nothing seemed to be going in. Well, at least we were in the computer lab?! Aircon and internet, yes, better than nothing. OH YA! I bloody just passed for my SS test. Oh well, I usually don't pass AT ALL for History. So yes, I'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lesson finished, it took us a REAL long time to decide where to go. Some wanted to go JE while the rest wanted to go to Holland V. But bloody hell, I don't stay nowhere near either so it's all the same. In the end we just took a bus to HV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/PICT0043copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching HV, we walked around in search of a place to eat. In the end Vicki wanted to eat at some noodle restaurant. The noodle's not bad. And I like their lemonade. I shared a plate with Eelin while Vicki shared one with CP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE HAD DESSERT at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00209copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu already made me so tempted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00208copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Eelin and I ate so we shared this. Hers was some caramel thing while mine was Midnight Cookies and Cream. Yummmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00210copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually tasted a little like Ben &amp; Jerrys. LALA. We then asked some over-friendly guy who worked there to help us take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/PICT0048copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after that we all headed home. I could have took the bus 200 but noooo. I decided to exercise and stupidly walked together with CP and Eelin all the way to Commonwealth MRT and then to CP's house and then to my bus stop. HAHAHA. I think I burned away all the calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T FEEL SO SINFUL ANYMORE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115540369682977696?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115540369682977696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115540369682977696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115540369682977696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115540369682977696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-bullets-rip-sky-of-ink-with-gold.html' title='As bullets rip the sky, of ink with gold.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115530414802592004</id><published>2006-08-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:12:09.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could have been more, but you're still my day late friend.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a school holiday. I didn't plan to go out as I am smashingly broke. Okay, thanks to all those kind souls that have been paying for my everything recently :D I am eternally grateful. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, not wanting to go out, I decided to coop myself up at home the whole day to complete my Monk DVD series. I managed to watch almost everything. All except for 1 more episode. My older sister suddenly came in and wanted to watch the tv. Bloody irritating. But that's okay. I managed to catch the last one today when I got home. The ending is so sad. But nope, I didn't shed any tears :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting to get back my SS test today. But noooo, Mdm Yehidaah is a scheming woman and wouldn't release our tests to us until tomorrow. She purposely wants us to come back on such a beautiful Saturday!! AHHH! It's okay, some of us girls will be having breakfast at Mac before her dumb lesson. Goodness knows how long she'll drag the lesson for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I went out with my younger sister to Sarpino's Pizzaria just outside my house for dinner, my maid told me that I had a letter from Samsung.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that time I blogged that I went with KL to P.S to repair my dumb D500C as it kept giving me problems? And my mum complained that that stupid Carolyn Wee was very rude and all? Yea, up till now, I still don't get how she can work in CUSTOMER SERVICE. She's damn unfriendly and unwilling to help. So yes. This is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/1108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, seems like a nice way to cool the customer down eh? AH HAH! What is it then.. I just managed to spot a little mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spelt my name as SERENE TAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL?! Can't they even BOTHER to find out how my name is really spelt?! What asses right?! I still am gonna boycott Samsung. Haha. Well, here's what's in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/1108%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have simply no use for the LCD screen cleaning thingys and the dumb brochure. I couldn't even be bothered to flip through what they're trying to sell me.&lt;br /&gt;I only liked that black pen they gave. It's nice and inky and flows really well. I like to write with it. Just that it's freaking heavy. I wonder what they have in it. GOLD?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!! MDM YEHIDAAH IS JUST GOING ALL THE WAY OUT TO RUIN MY PRECIOUS WEEKENDS!! How can she. Evil woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115530414802592004?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115530414802592004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115530414802592004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115530414802592004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115530414802592004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/could-have-been-more-but-youre-still.html' title='Could have been more, but you&apos;re still my day late friend.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115513274192244755</id><published>2006-08-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:32:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; a big yellow taxi took my girl away.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't updated recently, and I've not read any of you people's blogs too. I just couldn't bring myself to sit in front of this thing as I'm always home after the sun sets and I'm tired. So today, I just had to. Let's start from Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. After church, Singgih asked me to watch Click with him. Although he wasn't the first one to ask, he was the first to ask me out, like, on the spot. So yep, I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/click/wallpapers/desktop_3_1280.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, yeah, it was really hilarious. But the ending was really very very very touching. It's the first time I cried so many tears for a movie okay. 4 tears man!! Like, I didn't even cry so much for 'I Not Stupid Too'! Actually, I didn't even cry for that movie. It only made my eyes water. So yes, those who still haven't caught it.. GO CATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Monday. Everyone was in their holiday mood already as it's gonna be a short week. After school, CP, Eelin, Nat, Fio and I headed to Mr. Prata for lunch. Yay, I simply love that place when I'm broke. I mean, one filling meal can just cost me $3! Yumm yumm. Brenda came to join us after her English test. After eating, CP and Fio headed back to school while the rest of us went to meet Jian Rong to go to Safra together to play pool. We didn't know how to take a bus there so we decided to cab there. Jian Rong, Brenda and Nat were in 1 taxi while the 2 meanies were in the other. Then we met Singgih and Keng Boon there. I have no idea why KB's knee doesn't seem to hurt at all. OHOH! Here are some pictures. I'm too lazy to upload Eelin's cool video. Another time maybe. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img478.imageshack.us/img478/8101/pooljf9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing, Eelin, Bren, Nat, Singgih and I cabbed to Tiong Bahru Plaza. We actually were waiting for some stupid bus at the bus stop but it didn't seem to come. Eelin kept saying that the bus stop was spoilt! Hahha, the smartest thing I've heard from her EVER.&lt;br /&gt;At TBP, we decided to have burger king. YES! This is what we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://img478.imageshack.us/img478/6084/burgerkinggx1.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a being-a-king game actually. We really should play it sometime. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY! We had our National Day celebrations thing. So we had our footprints programme. It wasn't much really. Just that we took a really really long time to complete it as we only started running at about 1030 while the others started when the whole thing started?! Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were the 2nd last group to reach school. We even had time to stop by 7-11 first. Hahaha, then the group of us 6 girls headed to town! The bus ride there was LONG and TIRING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/6712/cpikj6.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/6066/vkiina4.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at the famous Wan Ton Mee stall in Heeren. Well, it wasn't bad at all, just that I dislike steamed Wantons. Then the 2 of us meanies wanted to have our NYDC's mudpies. Yummy. CP and Brenda decided to try one of their own too. DROOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="259" src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/8609/mudpielj7.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Their menu's the shit man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/8986/menuwi9.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling our stomachs, we headed up to take neoprints! It's been so long since I've last taken some. I took twice. Once with everyone included, the second had only 4 of us as Vicki and Nat left early.&lt;br /&gt;Walked walked walked to Cine and CP and I decided to have PASTA! Yummm! Oh, Eelins and Brenda's drink looked cool, hence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="313" src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/9551/strawberryug2.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I spent so much on food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had nothing to do after that. Thus, El and CP decided to watch 'My Super Ex-Girlfriend' while Brenda and I headed home. I was to meet WX later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home, bathed and everything. Then headed out to meet WX. We actually wanted to go see the fireworks but it was really really really crowded. And I HATE crowds. Sheesh. In the end, we just walked around Marina. WX is really kind as he bought me THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/2388/pursegh6.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cuuute purse don't ya think? Although it's rather small and I can't really fit everything inside. Hahha. Nvm, it won't go unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL was supposed to come and meet us at 8.45. But he made WX and I wait for over an hour at Suntec. HE STILL DARED TO SAY I'M IMPATIENT? That made me bloody irritated throughout the whole evening. I didn't even have the mood to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, WX and I were bored while waiting. Therefore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://img478.imageshack.us/img478/408/constipatedyz0.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/2107/sunteclv4.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="235" src="http://img433.imageshack.us/img433/8402/watchesaz9.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY, then comes today!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singgih asked me out to watch 'My Super Ex-Girlfriend'. He offered to pay for everything as I'm FRIGGIN broke. So I went out with him. AS I WAS STILL IRRITATED WITH THE 2 IDIOTS. GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/movies20062/superexposter-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was quite nice actually. Uma Thurman is still hot! But, I still prefer my Click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the movie ended at about 4plus. We decided to have our high TEA. I actually offered to eat at some food court to help him save money but he didn't want to. Maybe he felt too rich.. So we had SWENSONS! Long time since I've eaten there. He had Chicken Baked Rice while I had my Fish and Chips. That made me so full! But nooo.. He had to order some chocolate icecream thing. Haha, it was quite yummy in fact. I guess he knows how much I love my chocolate :) The chocolate balls in the icecream were yummy too! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH! I'm so gonna grow fat. I need to SWIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115513274192244755?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115513274192244755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115513274192244755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115513274192244755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115513274192244755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-yellow-taxi-took-my-girl-away.html' title='&amp; a big yellow taxi took my girl away.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115479213662894140</id><published>2006-08-05T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:35:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a little late, I'm already torn.</title><content type='html'>Adam, WX and Van came over at around 3pm for their tennis lesson while I went to swim my 30laps again. Haha, it's been so long since they've had their last lesson. Stupid KL didn't come for tennis because he overslept as that asshole went clubbing again last night. Shit him okay!! He promised me before that he won't go clubbing again! I shall never trust him ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I finished swimming, I watched them play for awhile before going up to have my shower. Well, they came up when their finished. The guys showered and played with the rabbits while waiting for KL to show up to watch our Tokyo Drift. It was quite nice really. I liked the green hulk car and the guy's black and white vintage-looking car that he drove to beat the drift king. Coool mans. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie Van and Adam headed home. Adam had to eat his beloved grandma's cooking hahhaa. So we waited awhile before Rachel came to join us for dinner. KL, WX and the sister ordered Pizza Hut while Rachel and I had the Lagzane from the Sarpino's Pizzaria from outside my house. It wasn't that bad really, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001802.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our leftovers! Which practically is nothing.. Haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started taking retarded photos with our phone cams. Rachel and WX were to take a picture of KL and I while we took a picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC003692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was feeling left out. Thus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided we needed a groupie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm watching Click tomorrow! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115479213662894140?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115479213662894140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115479213662894140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115479213662894140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115479213662894140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/youre-little-late-im-already-torn.html' title='You&apos;re a little late, I&apos;m already torn.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115470789796662829</id><published>2006-08-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:11:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The words you scribbled on the walls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is your moment to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a new acronym from Wan Ting today. TGIF! Haha, well, it simply means, Thank God It's FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is it just me or did today's lessons feel rather.. relaxing. The first period was SS if I'm not wrong. We just went through the powerpoint slides on merger. Rather boring actually, like, c'mon. I'm not interested in how many seats the PAP won during the elections, neither do I bother who the first president of UMNO was. I didn't really talk much to Wen Qian as I think I was drifting off into my lala land.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next period was Chemistry. Mr Lau is extremely vexatious okay. He just is so obdurate and won't let me throw away my big ball of paper rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I stood up, he started yelling at me to sit down. Okay, so I sat down. Then after awhile, while he was going around checking the progress of some people, I stood up again, walked to the front of the class, to throw away the idiotic piece of rubbish. I guess Beng Hwee saw me from the corner of his eye and strode up right in front of me and shouted at me and waving his hands around frantically asking to sit down again.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell! He wasn't even teaching right! So I was stubborn too, and I didn't want to go back till I threw away those pieces of dumb paper. But he remained persistant, wanting me to go back to my seat when I was only another 2 metres away from the bin?! Feeling chafed, I threw the ball of rubbish onto Bryan's desk from under Mr Lau's flapping arms. Then I started giggling and walked back to my seat. Mr Lau, who did not want to be defeated, took the papers from Bryan's desk and placed it nicely on my desk! Grrrr.. what's his problem man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For English, we had to come up with similies. Quite stupid actually, my group came up with stuff like, 'As amazing as Torres scoring a goal' and 'As noisy as the spectators watching a World Cup match' or something of that sort. Hhaha, rather dumb actually. I remembered Benedict inventing something like 'As curvy as Beckham's free kicks'. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day passed by in a flash actually. I have no idea what I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, since there was still so much time, I decided to head back home before returning for my Napfa. At home, I just walked and lazed around before cabbing back to school as I was already late.&lt;br /&gt;The first station was the dreaded inclined pull-ups. My hands were already sweating when it was my turn. Okay, I managed to get an A as I did &lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt;! I know it's a nice number :)&lt;br /&gt;The second was the shuttle run. For all the previous years I could only get at least 12plus seconds? I always have this tendency to drop the block when trying to pick it up. I think I have severe butterfingers disorder. Well, at least this time I got a 10.9s. Improvement right!! Hahah, I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sit ups were next. I hate sit ups! I have really weak stomach muscles although I usually laugh a lot. Hmmm.. Okay, at least I did 35 although I wanted to stop at 33 cos it's a nicer number and my register number.&lt;br /&gt;Then were the awful standing broad jumps. I couldn't get an A for this, I only got a B. Sadly. I can't jump, boohoohoo. And OMG I can't believe Singgih can jump further than Kevin! He's one bloody jumping machine. I still haven't forgotten about the dustbin thing. I think Singgih got about 250cm?! Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, SIT AND REACH! So fun okay. CheuPing said she'd help me do my Zuo Wen's if I managed to get over 45cm. And thank God I got a nice 46. HAHA!! But that ass Singgih beat me AGAIN. He got a 47. I sometimes wonder if he's a guy. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few of us stayed back and played netball. It's been ages since I last touched a netball. Hahah, quite fun really although I still loathe trainings, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only reached home at about 8plus. AHHH, I'm tired. And I wanna watch my CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is a &lt;a href="mailto:!*&amp;^$#@^$)"&gt;!*&amp;amp;^$#@^$) bit*h&lt;/a&gt;!! My pictures are all GONE?! #(%&amp;&amp;amp;#@!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115470789796662829?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115470789796662829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115470789796662829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115470789796662829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115470789796662829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/words-you-scribbled-on-walls.html' title='The words you scribbled on the walls.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115462083875098688</id><published>2006-08-03T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:00:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love.</title><content type='html'>Hey there. I know it's so not like me to be M.I.A for so long, but I guess I just needed to get away from the computer for awhile. But yes, being too lazy was also a factor here, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today some of us had two tests, while the HMT students had three. Those poor souls, anyway.. Yeah, the English appeal letter writing was a total disaster. I wasn't thinking straight when I was writing and I just scribbled anything that came into my mind. I doubt that I made any sense in that essay. Shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the Math Common Test. The tested topics include Remainder &amp;  Factor Theorem, Indices, Surds and Logarithms. There was this period when CP and I kept doing those Math questions found in the book, I guess that helped, a little. The test was horrendous. I could only do half of all the questions, and I would just get stuck somewhere. So irritating. The only question I knew how to do, I had to screw it up by forgetting to add the last few steps. Bloody @&amp;#^*$ TOOT. Okay, never mind. It's already over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we had to attend the briefing for the Singapore Footprint that would be held on the eve of National Day. I think it'd be so fun. My group has so many different kinds of people! Thai, Indians, Indonesians, Chinese and Malays! Haha, at least I THINK there is :D&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what would happen if we were to get lost. They don't even allow us to bring more than 10bucks or our handphones. So pathetic. I actually thought of sneaking my POSB card along, ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Teck Hin with CP and WQ, then headed home to watch my season two of the Monk series. Hahah, Monk's getting more and more irritating though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only at about 7 when I went out to meet WX. We were supposed to meet KL at 730, but you see. KL's ALWAYS bloody late. So I think we only met him at about 8.15? They watched me eat and then we went to Far East Klearcut to have our hair cut. KL and I only, actually. WX finally heeded everyone's advice and cut his hair. But, he didn't wait for us. Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WX and I were retarded in the bus.. AGAIN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00151a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00159a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00150a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! OKAY. IM GONNA SLEEP!! HUGHUGKISSKISS. BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115462083875098688?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115462083875098688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115462083875098688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115462083875098688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115462083875098688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/08/maybe-im-not-up-for-being-victim-of.html' title='&amp; maybe I&apos;m not up for being a victim of love.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115435219517477706</id><published>2006-07-31T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:23:15.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos' we lost it all, nothing lasts forever. I'm sorry I can't be, perfect.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged all weekend so here I am, and I'll have to start from Saturday. Well, it was pretty much a mundane day, nothing really thrilling happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late morning, my dad came back from East Timor. I just found out that it's a country in Indonesia. Some stupid ass didn't even know it. Haha. Well, I've got to admit the house was much more peaceful when he wasn't around. So, my mother bought some nice chocolates when she got back from the airport. They've really cute packagings. That's why I'm gonna show then to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/copyDSC00129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it has certainly been ages since I've last visited Rachel's real house and not the hotel thingy at Orchard. I really like her new couch. It has nice headrests and pillows on it and it's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; too!:D Not like mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her family plus my sister and I went to the Kopitiam at IMM for dinner. I really abhor that stupid western food stall cashier woman. She's so impolite and impatient. Grrr, what lousy service. I'm never gonna eat from that stall again. At IMM Rachel was to shop for a table lamp for herself. In the end she choose some black one with a blue stripe on it because her father was hinting to her that he liked it. Haha. Here's Clement. My childhood sweetheart :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/copyDSC00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/copyDSC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here again..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to Rachel's place. Oh! Then we watched a dvd series called Monk. It's about some guy called Monk with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and is a detective. Cool show really. My sister and I borrowed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, then we made a last minute decision and both Rachel and Clement came for a stayover :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sunday was boring. I can't really remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've come to today! I didn't go for training as I was really tired. At it's the first time in a long long time that I came to school at 830plus! I feel so satisfied with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I suddenly thought of Math, and I realised I haven't done her assignment in the TYS. All the best to me. Let's hope I have time to copy finish before her lesson tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Chemistry. Bloody Chemistry. We had a test earlier on the calculations thing. It wasn't surprising that I failed. But, at least, I'm not the last in class. I still must use 2 hands to count my marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip skip skip. After school, I had lunch with CP and meanie. We ate at Hazwani and the 3 of us shared a spring chicken. Since they only gave us 1 set of utensils, CP was the one who helped us cut up the chicken while meanie and I used our hands. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, CP said she wanted to go back to play netball, so she left first while El and I decided to go watch a movie. It's been a long time since we've had our last meanie outing! So, we made up our minds and decided to watch 'Lake House' at The Cathay Cineplex. Reaching, we purposely chose the couple seats. A8 &amp; A9. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we had more than an hour of free time, we went to Ben &amp; Jerry's to have ice cream and brownies!! Here's a picture just to make you jealous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/copyDSC00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop drooling all over the place! I know it looks so appetizing huh! Yummy. Yea, I like that place. It has nice seats and a cool drumset. I should have taken a picture. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To waste time, we walked around the place. There were really little shops there. But in the end, we successfully managed to spend all the time away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into the cinema, it was really really freezing cold. Drinking our grape Snapple that we shared made us even colder. In the end, the both of us didn't understand the movie at all. Hhaha, anyone care to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever. I have been 'quarreling' with someone for 2 days already. I have no idea what we're so unhappy about and I find it dumb.. This is stupid. Cheerios! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEANIE!! LETS GO WALLET SHOPPING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115435219517477706?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115435219517477706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115435219517477706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115435219517477706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115435219517477706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/cos-we-lost-it-all-nothing-lasts.html' title='Cos&apos; we lost it all, nothing lasts forever. I&apos;m sorry I can&apos;t be, perfect.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115410894636100918</id><published>2006-07-28T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:30:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only you have the magic technique, when we sway I go weak.</title><content type='html'>As you all know, the school celebrated Racial Harmony Day today. There was quite a number of people who wore the ethnic costumes to school. All the teachers had to wear 'em too. So yes, it was a colourful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wear my SIA air stewardess costume to school. We were actually planning to change during recess. But somebody received a sms from Mrs Ong stating that we had to change before the morning assembly. CP got so flustered and kept saying that she wanted to wait for the rest of the girls to come. In the end we all just went to the dance room to change. WT borrowed the sari from Natasha as she didn't want to wear her Qipao for.. Personal reasons. Hahaha. So in the end, Brenda and Nat didn't wear their saris! Natasha's a stupid girl and she didn't wanna wear WT's Qipao!! Grrrrr.. So in the dance room, the 3 girls (CP, Vicki &amp;amp; WT) got help from Mdm whatshername in tying up their saris while I got into my own costume. So here's the first picture we took with my phone's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00126copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Indians and a funny Peranakan. What colourful dots they have on their forehead.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took so long to get ready that we missed the morning assembly. Vicki and I were got out of the dance room and went to the quadrangle first. We weren't in our proper footwear so we were in socks while walking all the way there through the Science block. The first group of guys that saw me in my suit thingy already were smiling away and asking if I was from SIA. Haha. Okay, so when I got to the quadrangle, I could hear the word SIA all around. Even Mrs Ong laughed at me! Some even shouted out "miss, I want an orange juice!" or "coffee or tea?" haha. And I got into my cute pumps. I know that they're cute, thanks. But I hate them, they just love giving me blisters. Grumble grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first period was POA. Mrs Wang was wearing some Indian costume thingy too. Haha, we tried to stall time as we didn't want to take the test. We gave excuses like we wanted to take photos and stuff. But, to no avail. Hahha. Miss Wanton was like using her sari as a shawl to wrap herself up as the room was really cold. It was at that period that I realized the slit in the skirt was rather high. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next period was PHYSICS! OHOH! I really liked Ms Chen's cheongsam! I've always wanted a golden one okay, so unfair. Haha, we were in the lab and almost the whole of our row of 8 wore ethnic costumes except for THH. Saddening. I believe that more than half the class wore the costumes! When the period ended, we lingered behind to take a picture with Ms Chen. This was taken by CP's phone camera as I didn't bring mine along. My dumb costume didn't have any pockets. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/Photo-0063copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indians, Chinese and Peranakan!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I finally didn't feel so weird as WenShi told me I wasn't the only one wearing the SIA costume. Pearleen from 3D1 wore it too! Like, just the 2 of us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had to go to the Hall for the program. It was really difficult to sit as the skirt was like, rather tight fitting. It's like, I can walk better than compared to the girls in saris but they can sit better. Haha.. I think all the people wearing Japanese and Korean costumes are super cool man!! Some looked like sumo wrestlers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was recess. Yes yes, more SIAs were going round. HAHA, I wasn't the only one okay!! I found it challenging to slide into the bench and bet I looked like a retard getting up and trying to sit down. When we were done eating, we went up to take more photos! By then Eelin had already changed into her orangey-yellowy sari. YAY! So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/PICT0170copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/PICT0171copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/PICT0172copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with Kevin and Afif!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00128copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00127copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH! I really like Liyana's dress! So pretty right! I mean, both the girl and the dress =X This is the only photo which I don't look so short in too!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOhh, Math was a torture. We had to bear with the sight of unsightly fats and underwear marks. I bet MJT was really pissed as so many of our class people wore the costumes while not as many of her pupils wore them. She has no face you seee.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS test was.. -SIGH-. Haha, okay. Firstly, there wasn't much time for us to complete it. THANKS TO MJT. Mdm Yehidaah was practically chasing Ms Tan out of the class. HAHA. I was rushing like some shit and my penmanship got from bad to worse. Oh well, as long as it's legible right?! SECONDLY, I didn't study at all for my test. I forgot to bring my powerpoint slides back!! Saddening. My last question's so screwed man. There wasn't enough time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, after school, we stayed back to take class photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/PICT0183copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/PICT0184copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the class photos with Mrs Ong in it!! Hmmm, I'll just have to ask around then. Finally we got to change out of the costumes. I was feeling so hot in them. Oh, but I was too lazy to change my shoes back. Haha, so I was wearing the cute pumps all around with my school uniform. My feet felt so naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, the 5 of us, Vicki, CP, Nat, Brenda and I went for lunch at Hazwani. Natasha and JR were so.. Fascinated with my bag. The one I got from KL as a present. I forgot what the occasion was though.. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I headed home to watch my husband, Jack Sparrow in action. Here's a little somethin' somethin' for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5b/Captain_Jack_Sparrow.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop drooling all over babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I'm uploading so many pictures lately! That's a bad thing. Tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115410894636100918?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115410894636100918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115410894636100918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115410894636100918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115410894636100918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-you-have-magic-technique-when-we.html' title='Only you have the magic technique, when we sway I go weak.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115401399240348308</id><published>2006-07-27T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:32:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't play with me, my paper heart will bleed.</title><content type='html'>Rushed to school and had a last minute crash course with Singgih as I really didn't understand any single thing about mole calculations. Well, I think it helped. At least I managed to do every single question and leave nothing blank. Yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TI lesson was rather interesting today. We were talking about bullying and stuff. All the name calling, insulting, threatenings and even beating ups. Yupp, it was fun. Oh yes! We even talked to Ms Choa about the MJT problem stuff. I think probably the whole world hates her. Okay, not hate, just dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we 7 girls headed to Little India!! It's only the 2nd time I've been there. The first was when I was in Primary school and had those little excursions. So fun. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/signboard1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking around for awhile, we decided to have our lunch at some restaurant place. I like the waiters. They're so nice. They even thought us how to do the teh-tarik pouring thing. Some pictures of our yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheu Ping's yummy thing. I forgot what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki's perfectly rounded boobie foodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my distorted one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super fab hot milo that tastes like hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting's failure at trying to do the pouring thing. Lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so all 5 of them bought their colourful saris while I have my dumb SIA stewardess uniform thing. Haha, tomorrow's gonna be fun. I shall end with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC001181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115401399240348308?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115401399240348308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115401399240348308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115401399240348308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115401399240348308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/please-dont-play-with-me-my-paper.html' title='Please don&apos;t play with me, my paper heart will bleed.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115392479026194802</id><published>2006-07-26T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:43:22.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I'm thinking, I'd prefer not to be rescued.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/1600/adidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/200/adidas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A picture of WX's boobies to cheer myself up. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;And all I wanted was somebody who cares..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Singgih is so screwed up you know!! He told me that there's the Mother Tongue test today, so I stayed up till 12plus plus last night just to memorise the crap su yu things. Well, not only that. I managed to finish my Physics and SS newspaper article shizz. Yes, I'm rather baffled as well.. In a pleasant way that is. Oh yes, you've guessed it. The test's not today, but NEXT Wednesday. I've always known that Singgih was this, Umm.. Mentally acute. Hah, what an ass. But I shall forgive him since he's lent me his 'She's the Man' and 'Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl' dvds. YAY! He's such a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along. We had a free Chem period today!! Mr Lau was on course or something? Haha, whatever. You don't know how scarce my free Chem periods are.. Haha, yes, I have absolutely no idea how I spent that period though. What a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to hate Humanities more and more everyday. It's getting so boring and I've got to waste so much of my pen's ink to write and PEE all over my essay. At least I'm sitting in front of Afif. I'll just turn around and bother him with all my senseless questions. He provides lots of entertainment too! Although, it's.. Sort of sick entertainment, but who cares. As long as it's funny. Oh yes, speaking of Afif, I still owe him $2 for him helping me buy the black ring file. Afif's such a nice guy. But sometimes, I seriously wonder where he got all his.. determination, perseverance and commitment from! All guys should take him as a role model baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pondering recently what my blog was for again. It's like, I find it such a bother to update but then again, I feel weird if I don't. Maybe it has just become a routine huh.. Oh well, never mind. At least it gives whoever reads this shizz some rough idea of what I do everyday, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO CUT MY HAIR. It's getting.. Fluffy. As said by WX. I think, hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115392479026194802?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115392479026194802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115392479026194802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115392479026194802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115392479026194802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-thinking-id-prefer-not-to-be.html' title='&amp; I&apos;m thinking, I&apos;d prefer not to be rescued.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115375559361190964</id><published>2006-07-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:39:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me.</title><content type='html'>I went for morning training today! We didn't run rounds, only 10laps. That means I have to go swim more soon. Yes, I'll have to wait till the bloody days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I got my waffles for breakfast today. Sadly they weren't as hot as I would have liked them to be, but thanks anyway :) Bryan and Grace seemed so amused that I could stuff myself with food during &lt;strong&gt;Mr Lau's&lt;/strong&gt; period. My window seat is quite good actually. Most of the time, I can sleep without getting caught. I can eat a lot with out getting caught too! Not to forget sms-ing. Okay, never mind. I still can't seem to get what the whole mole calculations thing is about. It's so dumb okay. Until now, I think all the subjects we learn in Secondary School's just a pure waste of time. I would rather learn other more fun stuff you know. Like, psychology or something. Haaha, you must be thinking I'm crazy. Lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, CP came over to my house to use the computer as her's is spoilt. So yes, you can go read her really really long post covering a span of 7 days? Hahha, even I can't be bothered to blog that much. I think she blogged for about an hour. In the beginning I could still read and comment about what she was blogging. But after awhile, I feel asleep with my head on the desk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she blogged, we went up to watch like, 3/4 of Aquamarine again. I didn't know she's so into that movie. Haha, but I think it's quite nice. She left at about 6? Argh, I'm getting so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that no one's good enough. Even if I can find someone new, I will still compare him to you. And I know not many people will be able to treat me as well as you did? So tell me what's the point if till then I still won't be happy? What you said last Sunday night to her only raised my hopes higher. Somehow I feel happy, but somehow I'm disappointed too that you aren't doing anything about it. Maybe I shouldn't have known, and ignorance is bliss. But can't you see, you still belong to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know how difficult it was for me to fall in love with you in the first place, with other him in the picture and all, so I guess you'll know how much more difficult it is to forget. A year and a half isn't a short time you know. Everything reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I can tell, maybe you like this other girl. But instinct tells me that you'll compare her with me too? No? Will you be happier? I'm sorry, but I'll have to hate you if you ever get together with her, although I don't even know who she is. It'd be easier that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've got so many things to tell you. But we don't even have time for each other. Even you said we need to talk to me soon. I wonder what your definition of soon is really. Maybe you've forgotten about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess that's why I can't really label us as friends anymore. Where were you when I needed you the most? You're the person I was closest to. But you had to avoid me, leave me in the lurch. I even had to go to the extreme of finding someone else to hear me out, comfort me when I'm down. Why? I can't understand why you can forget all the memories. Everything.. I can safely say those were the happiest times of my life. Just me and you, in our own world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be just fine, pretending I'm okay. Sometimes I just wish, that didn't even know you in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115375559361190964?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115375559361190964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115375559361190964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115375559361190964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115375559361190964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/kill-me-while-i-still-believe-that-you.html' title='Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115358702048877835</id><published>2006-07-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:53:02.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm of consenting age, to be forgetting you in a cabaret.</title><content type='html'>So the trio went to Queensway for my school shoe hunting. I was contemplating to buy the Nike Cortez shoes or the Adidas ones. The two guys kept choosing shoes that came in weird shapes and sizes. There was one that was shaped like a stingray! But in the end, I went with the Adidas skinny shoes and I admit it looks quite cool. The shop uncle gave me like, 10bucks off? So yeah, that's even better and I get to keep the change of the 100bucks my mum gave me to buy my shoe. No way am I returning her the change man, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so dined at the restaurant at Ikea. I had the spaghetti thing and shared the meatballs with WX. KL had one whole plate to himself. What a pig. Too bad I didn't take a picture of them so I can't let you people drool over 'em. It was rather nice really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Queensway, we headed to West Coast Park and decided to play at the playgrounds. Well, I'll just let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00064.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00063.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/klthemonkey.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/greenblueblack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00094.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00091.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00090.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00079.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as it was still only about 1030pm, we decided to walk over to Ginza as the guys wanted to buy their vodka or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00101.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00100.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00098.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/DSC00097.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad WX's long hair didn't fool the 7-11 guy. Too bad for them, I still got my Sunkist orange juice though! Haha. YAY, that marks the end of my day. And I'm a happy girl. I love my shoe. MWAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115358702048877835?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115358702048877835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115358702048877835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115358702048877835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115358702048877835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/now-im-of-consenting-age-to-be.html' title='Now I&apos;m of consenting age, to be forgetting you in a cabaret.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115350163145721516</id><published>2006-07-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:07:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking into sweet uncertainty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I want you here tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I need you by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For just one more moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For just one more moment with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm telling you periods are the most horrible thing ever. I was really planning to go for training for dearest Wen Qian's sake but nooooooo, it had to come TODAY and ruin everything. Cramps are just rotten and I hate them. It was so difficult just trying to fall asleep. But guess what? I woke up and they were still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, let's fast forward. So, I managed to fall asleep at about 7 in the evening. I didn't leave the lights on or turn on the fan OR the aircon. Yeah, so I didn't wake up only till about 11. When I woke up, my sister had just returned home from prayer meeting. Guess what I heard my parents ask my sister when she got back? They asked her where I was and why I wasn't back home till so late. So my sister replied, "HOW I KNOW." So she stepped into the room and guess what she saw? Yes, she saw me. So she shouted again, "NANA IS AT HOME WHAT!" Haha, then my mum went like, "She's at home?! Why didn't I see her?" Haha, super funny. Imagine they were thinking of scolding me but actually I was just sleeping all the while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peculiarly, I woke up and I wasn't hungry at all when I had only one meal - recess. So my mummy was nice and helped cooked me some noodles, awwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm disliking MJT more and more everyday. Her hypoteNUSE and parallel which she pronounces as pa-rell is seriously irking me. She should get English lessons. And she says I'm talking to myself?!?! What an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115350163145721516?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115350163145721516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115350163145721516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115350163145721516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115350163145721516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/sinking-into-sweet-uncertainty.html' title='Sinking into sweet uncertainty.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115332016416409681</id><published>2006-07-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:42:44.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; she doesn't leave a letter, that way the impact would be much better.</title><content type='html'>So, I googled what the benefits of swimming were, and this is what it came up with:&lt;br /&gt;Swimming is a great activity. It tones your entire body while providing an excellent cardiovascular workout; it strengthens your heart muscle and improves delivery of oxygen to muscles. Swimming is also a relaxing activity.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I suddenly go swimming all by myself at 7.00pm in the evening you might ask? AH HAH! That's because I have something called a conscious. I skipped training today, so I needed a workout. And I swam about 30 laps? Yes, that's an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is an asshole. I want to kill him. F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115332016416409681?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115332016416409681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115332016416409681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115332016416409681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115332016416409681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-doesnt-leave-letter-that-way.html' title='&amp; she doesn&apos;t leave a letter, that way the impact would be much better.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115314582573461647</id><published>2006-07-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:17:05.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what they say, don't believe a word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/200/DSC00052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday, after church service and all, I followed the sister's and Rachel's cell for their outing. All of us first headed to WestMall for our lunch. I saw quite a few of Clementeens there, although I didn't bother to say hi as I didn't want to squeeze into all the human traffic. Upon reaching, all of us split up and went to different places to have our lunch. Isaac, Jamie, Rach, sister and I had Sakae Sushi for lunch. As I was seriously hungry, I tucked in as soon as the food came and didn't bother to take a nice picture of it. And thus, AH HAH! Rachel came up with a retarded idea (as usual) to take with the empty dishes. Smart huh! So there we are, holding the empty dishes looking like kukus, thanks to Rachel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/200/DSC00355.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We actually wanted to take the picture of the frog on the computer screen but it took so long to come to that picture so he just took it anyway. Here's the groupie, taken by the not so pro. photographer - Tian Yong. And goodness, don't I look chubby. HAHA. Oh yes, TY is seriously a spaz. He kept trying to compare is W800i with my W810i. Yes, we all know which phone rocks more :D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so after lunching, all of us trooped to CDANS to play laser quest. It was my first time playing and my shooting accuracy was 36%. Hilarious. Hahah, but oh well, it's not bad for a first timer you know. Josephine got a nice 8%. Yay. After a few games, the gang decided to go bowling. As I didn't want to break any more nails, both Rachel and I decided to go back home. But before that, we bought cheap and good Paddle Pop icecream, yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's bus came first. As I was too lazy to wait and sit the lonnnggg bus ride back home myself, I cabbed back. At about 5, he came to pick me up and we went to WCP together as I didn't have anything to do and I missed that place. So we walked quite a far distance. Like about 4 bus stops? Haha, we sat on a bench and observed to people jogging/cycling/walking to and fro. I don't know what rubbish we talked there. Then we had dinner and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day by indirectly getting scolded by Mr Lau for not bring my notes back to complete. I can tell he was disappointed. Whoops? Haha. During the lesson, I checked my phone and realised that Brenda and Natasha were in Mac having breakfast and were trying to 'suan' me. Haha, so I took advantage of the situation and asked them to buy a Fillet back for me. I only got it back during MT period though, better than nothing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to say that I find the trainee English teacher's lessons very sleeep-able and all. I know she tries to make her lesson interesting for us, but no, too bad, it doesn't work for me. OH YES! The way she walks with her blisters is very funny. I have no idea how she manages to do it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the school day, I helped Jian Rong to copy a little of his Remainder and Factor Theorem homework when I haven't even done mine. Haha, yes, I know I'm nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before heading home, I ate at KFC with WQ, dropped by Mr Prata to meet the 6 of them and then to Mac to have a little meeting with Rachel as she was passing by. Oh yeah, I accidentally brought his watch back home. Maybe I should chuck it into the bin, lol :) I think I'm evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hate the way you judge when you don't know what's really going on. I hate the way you blame me when it was you who started it first. I hate the way you think that you're always right and I'm the one who's doing you wrong. I hate it how you want me to apologise when I'm not even angry about that matter and have done no wrong. I hate how you just chuck me aside when you don't need me, and just try to reconcile awhile later. I hate the way it feels. I hate your callous ways. I hate the way you've changed to become an asshole. I hate your new friends who've indirectly caused the change as well. Maybe you're right. Maybe we should just give up. Maybe we have just lost it all, and nothing lasts forever. Maybe, we shouldn't care. Maybe.. Just maybe..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115314582573461647?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115314582573461647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115314582573461647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115314582573461647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115314582573461647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-matter-what-they-say-dont-believe.html' title='No matter what they say, don&apos;t believe a word.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115289333323495416</id><published>2006-07-14T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:28:26.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;Receiving the call from Wan Ting yesterday informing me that training's cancelled today, I was extremely euphoric. I'm sorry but I actually dread trainings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wanted to stay up till 12 to wish Singgih a happy birthday but in the end I couldn't sleep and lay awake till about 1am plus. Yes, I think I might have insomia. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA was the first period. The test sucked. Hahaha, I freaking used the wrong balances and was too lazy to change since there wasn't much time left. Boo hoo. Never mind, chill. It's only a class test. I always get the most lousy marks for dumb class tests. Just wait till exams, HOHOHO :D Serena power man. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was stupid. During Math, when JT asked for reasons why some of them didn't turn up, Ming Yang and Josh did the open defiance act thing on her. Haha, I can't believe I actually kind of pity her, the way her students doesn't care when she scolds and threatens to complain. That actually shows how little of an authoritarian she is, sadly. It shows that she can't do anything else but to complain. And they still dare to say that 3C1's a class full of "complain kings and queens". Well, just look where did we learn that from huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally took my functions test today after school with Brenda and Natasha. Well, I couldn't really remember what I revised and all, so I just wrote anything that came to my mind. Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Pirates of the Caribbean Digital at the Cathay Cineplex with WX in the evening. We even sat at the couple seats man! Hahha, anyway, it's a MUST WATCH! Well, I heard from many people that the place is cool. But the only cool thing I find is the Ben&amp;Jerry's outlet there. The others? Mediocre. Oh! Here's some pictures of the theatre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/DSC00036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe my phone cam just sucks. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the theatre where I watched the magic show thing in Las Vegas. But like, 17x less grand. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay, we continued to photowhore in the bus. We kept laughing and all the people kept turning around. I think I'm gonna get abs from all the laughing soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE! SENTOSA TOMORROW OKAY. Insect kingdom and Underwater world. I'm so gonna die. And I have no idea why the stupid picture won't load. Okay, maybe tomorrow then. CYA babes/hunks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115289333323495416?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115289333323495416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115289333323495416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115289333323495416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115289333323495416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-hopes-are-so-high-that-your-kiss.html' title='My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115280109788798058</id><published>2006-07-13T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:34:08.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/200/DSC00291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas says I look like a sadako!!! -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed my Personal Mission Statement (PMS). It's the first time in a long long while that I actually attempted to do my homework. Although it's rather last minute as it's due tomorrow, at least it's all done :) I feel rather accomplished really. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ms Choa wanted to change Nat's and my seating arrangement today. Nat and I weren't really happy with the changes she wanted to make so we just decided to stay where we are. I kind of pity Ms Choa as she had to think so much but in the end, we still weren't happy. LOL. But according to Ms TCP, Ms Choa will still be changing our places. Bloody hell. No way am I gonna sit in the first row man. -grumblegrumble-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I actually went for the Math remedial at 3 today. I'm actually doing things that surprise myself today. I even brought home some of my homework to complete. Oh shucks, I think I'm going crazy. I'm so not myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating century egg porridge!! Somebody want to deliver it to my house? HAHA. Okay, never mind. My 24/7 delivery man is dead, or at least I will assume so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you, goodbye to everything I knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115280109788798058?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115280109788798058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115280109788798058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115280109788798058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115280109788798058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/theres-still-little-bit-of-you-laced.html' title='There&apos;s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115263119942675269</id><published>2006-07-11T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:42:56.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"&gt;Okay, so the ONLY thing that happened today that's worth mentioning is that I'm taller than WAN TING and VICKI! Ooh lala. Haha, at first, WT wanted to bet with me to see who was taller. The shorter party would have to give the taller party 10bucks. Well, at first I THOUGHT I was shorter than her so I didn't want to bet. I mean, why should I let my 10bucks just fly away like that right! But oh man, I think I do underestimate my height :D I know I make it sound as if I'm really tall right? LOL, but no, I'm only 160.8, which is rounded up to 161!! Those 2 girls are 160.4, which would only be right to round it down to 160?! Hahhaha, okay, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"&gt;So after school, I met up with WX for our CR. As I was going to watch the A1s &amp; B1s VS C1s &amp;amp; D1s soccer match later on, WX decided to follow me to school. Okay, so the match was dull and unexciting. The only part that was fun to watch was little Donnie trying to play referee. He even was equipped with the red and yellow cards. Cute right! But he and YK were useless really. All they did was to blow the whistle when the ball went out. Even I can do that -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"&gt;After losing interest in the game, Eelin, CP and I were trying to shoot some penalties. I think out of 5 shots, only 3 of them were successful. The other 2? Completely haywire. Maybe I should just stick to watching guys play huh? HAHAHA. Okay, anyway, I think the match ended with a draw, 1-1. Boooooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"&gt;For dinner, the 3 'couples' headed to KFC. Sheesh, I hate getting wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Seductress Exchanging Rapturous, Erotic, Naughty Affection" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/rose-f-SERENA.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"&gt;So cute right!! Found on Soba's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115263119942675269?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115263119942675269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115263119942675269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115263119942675269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115263119942675269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-started-out-with-kiss-how-did-it.html' title='It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115254195689389049</id><published>2006-07-10T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:35:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those simple words hit so hard, they turned my whole world upside down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was actually thinking of skipping school today, but I didn't really think that I would. I mean, it wasn't really on purpose you know. I woke up at 7.10 but I don't know why I just fell asleep again. Then I was awoken again at 8.30+ by the sms-es and CP's call. By then it was too late to get off my ass to go get ready, so, I didn't bother. Zidane's dumb red card really bothered me. He's a crazy idiot, seriously. I realised both the matches that I watched have people being sent off with red cards. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I got up at 2, stayed awake until 430 just to see ZIDANE get a nice red card by headbutting some italian player. What's he thinking man, like, what a way to end his career. And Henry's seriously eccentric. I've caught him talking to himself one too many times man. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, it's already known that I skipped school today. WELL, I just couldn't wake up. My mum doesn't even know about it yet. My dad's just asking me to sleep early today. HE DIDN'T KILL ME! Something's definitely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So KY skipped school today as well. So, the both of us headed to harbourfront for lunch. PASTAMANIA. Yummy, then he walked the long long road home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was stupid. HAHA, BBYE. SEE YOU PEOPLE IN SCHOOL TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115254195689389049?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115254195689389049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115254195689389049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115254195689389049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115254195689389049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/those-simple-words-hit-so-hard-they.html' title='Those simple words hit so hard, they turned my whole world upside down.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115245183443889193</id><published>2006-07-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:30:34.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion's in my nature, tonight's our last stand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Lazy to blog. Pics taken today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/DSC00009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At LJS, Far East. He looks like a KUKU. HAHA, Lee, don't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Orchard MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!! GO GO FRANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115245183443889193?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115245183443889193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115245183443889193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115245183443889193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115245183443889193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/compassions-in-my-nature-tonights-our.html' title='Compassion&apos;s in my nature, tonight&apos;s our last stand.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115227694642734181</id><published>2006-07-07T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:55:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the things you took for granted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At first I thought it would be worth it holding on, the memories were to precious to be casted away. But time and again, you proved me wrong. You said you still cared, but you kept lying, deceiving, not remembering that I really know you better than yourself. You yourself were unaware, not knowing that when you lie, it only makes things more difficult. You just tried to run away. Escaping from everything, escaping from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone's asking me to forget you, about everything. Pretend that you never happened. It ain't that easy you know. 2 years is a damn long time. I'm not as heartless as you. But despite all the advice and comments, I still wouldn't give up, still stayed stubborn, knowing one day, sooner or later, you'd regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But now I know better, you've justchanged to become some self-centered asshole. And what I miss now it not you. Its just who you were. I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115227694642734181?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115227694642734181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115227694642734181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115227694642734181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115227694642734181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-things-you-took-for-granted.html' title='All the things you took for granted.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115220076517185499</id><published>2006-07-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:46:05.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears, rather ones that just don't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/fernando%20torres%2002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've decided to be a good girl today and update my best buddy - my blog, about today. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have made a new discovery. My mum has got a bonus and it's no wonder why she's not grumbling when I asked her for my new phone. She doesn't want to disclose the actual amount her bonus is. I bet she's just afraid that I squander away all her hard earned money. But she's already getting me my new phone and I shan't complain. As I said, I shall learn to be a good girl and count my blessings. Yay. Let's just see her reaction when I tell her how much the phone I want costs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This whole week is full of free periods, teacher's being absent, having their EVs and some are on some kind of course. Oh, and there's this permanent free period we have although the teacher is around. CHINESE! Yay, Fan Yi Hong just rocks and I find it ludicrous how she's trying to act all stringent and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yes, Jason and Siravut were making me laugh like crap AGAIN during MT lesson as usual. They were trying to get me to talk to Singgih and make him less.. Dao? I don't know. Haha, but it was funny. Fan scolded the 2 guys and Siravut tried to hide his head inside his humongous bag. Hilarious. I sometimes wonder if he's really 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh oh! Guess what! I've finally handed in my zuo wen thanks to CP. She's so nice. It's the first time I've handed one in in a long long time. I bet Yi Hong was surprised too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been coming home rather early just to sleep nowadays. All the late nights have been so taxing and they've left me exhausted. Shitzz, I need more sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WORLD CUP FINALS, HERE I COME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: Fernando Torres is still my love :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115220076517185499?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115220076517185499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115220076517185499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115220076517185499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115220076517185499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-remorse-hasnt-fallen-on-deaf-ears.html' title='Your remorse hasn&apos;t fallen on deaf ears, rather ones that just don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115210632945630044</id><published>2006-07-05T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:34:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumour has it that I'm pretty awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:120%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH! Bloody hell, I'm too lazy to blog these days. So all you need to know is that school's been a bloody ----- this week. And RAHH, I hate it. I feel like killing something and I SO WANNA WATCH MY WORLD CUP. I think France will win this year. GOGO ZIDANE AND HENRY!! Whee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115210632945630044?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115210632945630044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115210632945630044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115210632945630044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115210632945630044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/rumour-has-it-that-im-pretty-awesome.html' title='Rumour has it that I&apos;m pretty awesome.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115194025391570158</id><published>2006-07-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:27:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me or leave me or rip me apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to get my IC done today with KL. So in the end, I was the one who was late. But that's only because I told him off yesterday so he was so quick today!! Hhaha. I'm glad I went to get the picture done yesterday instead of taking it today at the place itself. The queue for the photo taking was freaking long! Although there were 49 people in the queue before me, we only waited for about 30mins. Well, that was what I expected. The woman who served me was very nice and joined me in making fun of KL. Hahha, she's so sweet. I like her. I can't believe time passes by so fast. It's been 2 years ago since I went with KL to make HIS IC. Oh yes!! I saw Fan Sheng there! KL kept commenting that his mum is cool? No idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, we headed to Cine to buy the Superman Returns tickets first as WX and Adam were still walking from Lido. AND YES, they haven't returned me my money yet. I'm a sad sad broke woman. Ate Yoshinoya before the movie started. Adam is crazy. He asked KL: How's your shitting. Guess what he wanted? He wanted to give KL his veggies. Yes, what a retard. Hahaha. Okay, Superman wasn't bad. Superman is so hawt with all his muscles, hmmmm, yummy. Singgih thinks I'm sick :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After movie-ing, KL and I went to P.S to go collect my phone. I was rather happy that the stupid Carolyn Wee didn't serve me this time. Or it'd be an unlucky 4 times in a row. I overheard her 'quarreling' with some other customer just now too. Poor costumer, go be like my mum. COMPLAIN!! That's how I got to repair my phone for free. THANKS THANKS. MUM IS LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KL and I then headed to Pepper Lunch Express for dinner. Stupid asswipe pointed at something and stole my chicken when I wasn't looking. And he called me stupid! Hahha, I didn't really talk to him after that. Stupid chicken stealer. -CHOPS OFF LEGS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH YES! My mum is already asking me which phone I wanna get! YAY YAY YAY. Z540, here I come. My future-Z540-to-be pawns KL's future-N80-to-be's arse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115194025391570158?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115194025391570158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115194025391570158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115194025391570158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115194025391570158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-me-or-leave-me-or-rip-me-apart.html' title='Love me or leave me or rip me apart.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115185762219921470</id><published>2006-07-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:31:23.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your lips give you away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am super pissed. Imagine, I stayed awake till late last night just to watch the match between England and Portugal and guess what? I only got to see my &lt;strong&gt;beloved&lt;/strong&gt; England lose to Portugal in the penalty kick shootouts. WtKUKU. And that's the only match I bothered to watch okay! All my favourite teams are out already, sobs - Brazil, England &amp; Argentina. Nevermind, I shall now support Germany (confirm win) and Portugal. Germany has Michael Ballack and Portugal has Cristiano Ronaldo (&lt;strong&gt;17!!&lt;/strong&gt;). Yay, go hotties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I shan't forget, the guy right on top of my cute/hot list is now: FERNANDO TORRES. Here you go, a nice and completely drool-worthy picture of him smiling at ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/fernando%20torres.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay, don't be jealous girls. He's my new husband. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So today, went for church as usual. WX came for the evangelistic meeting thinger with James Singh as the guest speaker. Yepp, he's a funny man and he kept me awake by laughing throughout the entire sermon. Sigh, why can't all pastors be like that? Haha, oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, WX and I headed to Orchard. We wanted to catch Superman Returns okay! But some &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; person didn't allow us to. Fine, I shall catch it tomorrow, after I get my IC done. KL you better not be late or I'll chop your legs off and you won't be able to play soccer anymore. HAHA! Sadist alert, beware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, not being able to watch our movie, we headed to Long John Silver's at Far East to have our dinner. WX eats salads man! I didn't know. So cool, he sounds as if he's going on a diet. Even I don't eat salads. What more a GUY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After our dinner, we headed to the skate park at Orchard. I feel like a retard as I've never been there before. We sat there and watched the guys with hot abs skate and ride their bikes. Cool mans. They're bods were so hot, but their faces? Hahha, no comments. We sat there for like and hour and my butt hurt bad. Hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Something for everybody to note: Ming Yang is a pervert. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115185762219921470?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115185762219921470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115185762219921470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115185762219921470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115185762219921470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-lips-give-you-away.html' title='Your lips give you away.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115176713450926745</id><published>2006-07-01T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:18:54.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We were meant to live for so much more.</title><content type='html'>AHH! I'm so gonna have to make my IC on Monday. And up till now, I don't know who I'm going with. Haha, in the end I might just end up going by myself?! Okay whatever. Superman on MONDAY PLEASE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I did today is worth mentioning. Just that I went to harbourfront for dinner at Pastamania. Long time since I've been there. YAY, hahha, the New Zealand Naturals nice auntie gave us a 12.5% discount instead of the usual 10%. She must have been glad to see me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANNA WATCH THE WORLD CUP! GO GO ENGLAND AND BRAZIL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115176713450926745?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115176713450926745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115176713450926745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115176713450926745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115176713450926745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-were-meant-to-live-for-so-much-more.html' title='We were meant to live for so much more.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115167387080419071</id><published>2006-06-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:24:30.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I dare you to forget, the marks you left across my neck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm really getting hell lazy to blog everyday now. It's like, I've been breaking the routine man. Okay whatever, so let's recall what I did yesterday ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip skip skip the boring details of the school lessons. Oh yes, as I'm the secretary cum discipline head, I was selected to go for some interview by the MOE people and thus, I had to go down for the briefing thingy at 2pm after school yesterday. Quite a few of us were indeed really reluctant to go. We expected the briefing to last for 2 of our precious hours. And what's more we didn't even have enough time to get out of school for a nice lunch! SOBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the briefing thing wasn't as bad as I perceived that it would be. I mean, c'mon, how am I supposed to sleep in a somewhat amusing session of a divinely thick-skinned Mrs. Chua trying to brainwash us to 'lie' about our school as they're aiming to become a autonomous school instead of a government school? More freedom and more money huh! For the school that is, NOT the students. So, what's the point? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of all of it, a group of 6 of us went to Hazwani to have our lunch. I still think that their drinks are exceptionally expensive, kinda like day-light robbery!!! Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunching, Cheu Ping, Wen Qian, Ming Yang, Bryan and I went back to school while Kevin and Vicki headed home. The 2 guys had their SC meeting while us girls headed to the library. I think yesterday was the very first time I ever stepped into the school library ever since I've been in Clementi Town - like 2 and a half years ago. I now regret not borrowing THAT book mans, ahhh! I think I just might go down there &lt;em&gt;someday&lt;/em&gt; to borrow it. Somebody remind me. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Wen Qian left us to go meet her darling of some sort, Cheu Ping and I stayed and continued with our lackadaisical ways. Soon enough, the SCs finished their meeting and Ming Yang came to join us in our slack-a-ton. Halfway through our babbling, some cleaning-the-sewage-machine thing made the school smell of crap so we quickly ran out of school. Not wanting to go back home so early, the 3 of us settled at Teck Hin and chat for awhile. Cheu Ping left in a rush to go home with Singgih while I stayed with Ming Yang to carry on with the chitter-chatter as it was still early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, Ming Yang still doesn't believe that he's much more perverse than Cheu Ping, he keeps insisting otherwise. Oh please! Wake up your idea man! Hahha. It's like, half the time while we were conversing, we were talking lots of sick stuff. Those retarded stuffs made me laugh like some bloody crap. It's no wonder I've gotten so sick in the mind lately too, I've got loads of &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; influence. HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sickening talks persisted all the way till my doorstep, actually. (Aww.. Cheu Ping don't be jealous! You've got Singgih! :D) HAHA. We were talking and guffawing so loudly that some weird woman wearing some white and red dress kept turning back to stare at us in the bus. Ming Yang kept asking if I knew her, if she was my grandma who went under plastic surgery or something. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! During recess today, we had some kind of discussion on the recent blog happenings in school and all. I think everything is damn infantile but it can be quite laughable somehow. Speaking of which, I think Ms Choa is really very nice to me already, and I pity Brenda and Natasha as she's so prejudiced against them. Try getting into her good books girls, she can be really biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me a chance to hold on. 4 days down, 3 more to go! I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115167387080419071?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115167387080419071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115167387080419071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115167387080419071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115167387080419071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dare-you-to-forget-marks-you-left.html' title='&amp; I dare you to forget, the marks you left across my neck.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115150656835385536</id><published>2006-06-28T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:56:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday we'll know, why I wasn't meant for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Well well well, what do ya know. It's only the 3rd day of the 3rd term and I've already gotten in trouble with two dumb teachers. First was for me skipping the SS lesson during the holidays. Mdm Yehidaah said she'll call my mum. That's a first, I didn't know she was getting that strict. Anyway, poor mum, she always gets harrassed by the teachers because of me! I always tell them my mum's number as my dad will just kill me. Oh! WX! I shall ask my teachers to call you in future! Then you can do the Indian-man-on-the-MRT 'hello' thing. Haha, damn funny. Maybe you should learn his laugh too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time was because of dumb Ms Choa. Well, long story. All you need to know is that Natasha and I made her really fed-up and she decided not to teach for that lesson. I was really pissed too and the window seat is damn hot and both made me get a headache and resulted in me falling asleep for the rest of the 'free period'. At the end of that lesson, she brought me to the 4th floor so she could talk to me. Saying things that she was really really disappointed with me, and it's the first time she's scolding me. She says she knows quite a bit about me (all old news). When she finished her 'speech' she sort of pressured me to say sorry to her man! WTH?! Haha, but anyway, I did, not because I'm really sorry, but just to give her face and get her off my back. I didn't answer back cause I still respect her a little I guess, at least I know she's quite biased towards me, and not AGAINST me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! I just realised that I don't have much time to go make my IC anymore. So instead of asking &lt;s&gt;the one I always planned to go with&lt;/s&gt;, I asked my dad to accompany me since he has a car. Then I don't have to go there by train! We're going this Saturday. Shucks, I feel old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time goes by, so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what God has in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115150656835385536?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115150656835385536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115150656835385536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115150656835385536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115150656835385536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/someday-well-know-why-i-wasnt-meant.html' title='Someday we&apos;ll know, why I wasn&apos;t meant for you.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115141530552328495</id><published>2006-06-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:36:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm throwing my love away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heyyah all! I really don't have the blogging mood right now. But I shall anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has just began and well, all is cool except that the freaking MJT dyed her hair to some sort of aunty colour and it's really distracting. And she believed my freaking lie that I forgot to bring my entire stack of fullscape paper and done almost everything when in fact I didn't touch math at all the entire holidays. Crap, now I've got to get everything done by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, back to her hair. It is seriously seriously gross. Like c'mon! It's such a freaking weird colour and it can't even match her clothes. That's why I think jet-black hair rocks the most man. It matches with every colour of clothes. Maybe white hair too, but now, I'll save it when I'm like 80+ or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we'll be having our new sitting arrangements tomorrow I guess. And I freaking think that ShiLing is so uncreative that she made me sit with WENSHI again! And I heard it's in the second row! Like what the LALA! I'm so tall okay! How can she make me sit so in the front. Trust me, I'm gonna make loads of noise tomorrow. Stupid ShiLing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I had my date with WX(Da 2) today! So I ponned the stupid food fair thinger and went out with him to PS instead. I was really afraid I would spot someone there and I was totally dreading it. HAHA, we caught 'Just My Luck' and yeah, it's a nice movie. Kept me bouncing in my seat for most of the show. You guys should catch it manzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I've found my 2 new guys to love. Ben &amp;amp; Jerry! LOL. Damn funny, but NOPE! My Haagen Dazs is still my first love and will forever be my love. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;TO WX: TACTICS SIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115141530552328495?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115141530552328495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115141530552328495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115141530552328495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115141530552328495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-throwing-my-love-away.html' title='I&apos;m throwing my love away.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115116728168310922</id><published>2006-06-24T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:41:21.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get this over with, I don't wanna do this anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My 'The 2' can't be trusted! Hahah, I don't wanna tell him anything anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was like, yesterday I was really feeling rather upset and everything, but I wasn't able to cry. (Thank God.) I have no idea why though. Hahah, it was already about 1.10am in the morning and I still wasn't asleep. So, I decided to call Lee to whine. I realised just last night (although I've known him for a little over 2 years) that when we talk, the both of us must raise our voices as we're too excited and agitated. Both of us would wanna speak to each other at the same time, haha, it's real funny. And that results in me getting scolded at by my sister. So we lala-ed on the phone for quite awhile. When suddenly he said, "I think we're very pro, it's already 4a.m". Then I went all, WTH-ing. Hah, I seriously didn't know it was so late. But no, I shan't tell him my plans anymore. He's an ass and he'll betray me, stupid shitz :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yesterday, Rachel invited me to have dinner with her and Clement with her in town. So I agreed and cabbed down. And oh ho! I hopped into some Indian cab driver's taxi. It's not as if I'm racist or anything, but I mean, he freaking asked if he could get down and buy a bottle of water before he sent me to Orchard. OHMYKUKU canzz. It's not as if he would die of dehydration if he bought his water after he sent me to my destination right!! And I was going to die of hunger already.. AHH! Grumble grumble grumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so when I got there, we walked round and round but everywhere was so crowded. Urgh, and we decided to dine at NYDC in the end. YAY! I love their 'Cookie Monster' Mudpie, it's really delicious! YAY YAY! It's only the 2nd time I've eaten it and I'm still in lurve with it! :D And oh, there was this irritating, amateur sounding beat boxer just outside of Heeren and he was super noisy. Stupid man disrupted my meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having had our dinner, we went back to Rach's Summerset Service Apartment to play pool. That's the 2nd time I ever played pool. I was really surprised when I even managed to get quite a few balls into the darn hole. HAhhahah, Clement played against Rachel and I but the both of us still got trashed by him in the end. Saddening. Clement is so cute! HAHA. I think he's hair is cool and my brother should try to learn from him. We actually did some stupid act-pro poses and took them with Rachel's phone. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, today we Rachel invited me to her place again to 'study' with her. I mean we really did try to study, but we only managed to for maybe a few minutes? Yeah, I know how disciplined we are, yay-ness. OH YES! I'M OFFICIALLY TALLER THAN RACHEL. Hahaha, I just felt that I need to announce that. Okay, so we waited till around 645 when the guys came. Lee cut his hair into a mushroom and he insists that his fringe is like mine. I know what BEAUTIFUL fringe I have okay! You don't have to try to copy. Stupid 'The 2'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took quite a long time to come up with a place to eat. So we decided with the 'Food Republic' at Wisma in the end. Yumm, I had the Hainanese Chicken Rice and the 4 of us shared beef, chicken and mutton satay! Hahha. During our dinner KL came up with some weird hand sign and Lee started to do that throughout the rest of the evening (slaps forehead). He even tried to learn my trademark 'Whatever' hand sign too! Terribly hilarious. Hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After dinner we headed to play pool again. And that would be my 3rd time playing (and I'm not getting any better) haha. 3 times in a row all at the same place - Summerset Grand Cairnhill Singapore!! Hahhaha. KL desperately wanted to kick my ass at pool but I manged to win once in the end, ALTHOUGH he gave me QUITE A BIT OF CHANCE, but that doesn't really matter. I'm still pro. Thanks thanks. Hahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time really few by really fast and it was almost 11pm before I knew it. We packed up and left the place and Rachel went back up. Lee followed my cab and alighted at West Coast while KL took a train back. Hahha, and I have NO IDEA why my dad didn't call and scold me. That's seriously weird. LALALA, okay, tomorrow's a new day and I wanna see my church youth guys get owned in soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AH, I think I'm going crazy. GOODBYE MY LOVERS, GOODBYE MY FRIENDS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S I'm so gonna own KL's puny ass in pool next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115116728168310922?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115116728168310922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115116728168310922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115116728168310922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115116728168310922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/get-this-over-with-i-dont-wanna-do.html' title='Get this over with, I don&apos;t wanna do this anymore.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115104286706701177</id><published>2006-06-23T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:07:47.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're not the one.</title><content type='html'>If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wannna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maime my life?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my &lt;s&gt;wife&lt;/s&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And Im praying you're the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now every song reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115104286706701177?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115104286706701177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115104286706701177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115104286706701177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115104286706701177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-youre-not-one.html' title='If you&apos;re not the one.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115094779462077588</id><published>2006-06-22T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:43:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a perfect situation, I let love down the drain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Requested by soba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 stuffs you'd want to know about me :&lt;br /&gt;1. i love you&lt;br /&gt;2. you love me&lt;br /&gt;3. we are happy family&lt;br /&gt;4. with a great big hug&lt;br /&gt;5. and a kiss from me to you [MUACK]&lt;br /&gt;6. won't you say&lt;br /&gt;7. you love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me :&lt;br /&gt;1. animals - except for my pet rabbits of course, all they want is food..&lt;br /&gt;2. being lonely and DIE without anyone knowing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;3. actually,&lt;br /&gt;4. nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;5. blank&lt;br /&gt;6. blank&lt;br /&gt;7. blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random music im listening to at the moment :&lt;br /&gt;1. For You I Will - Teddy Geiger&lt;br /&gt;2. Drops Of Jupiter - Train&lt;br /&gt;3. Move Along - The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;4. Almost Here - Brian Mcfadden ft. Delta Goodrem&lt;br /&gt;5. Me &amp; You - Cassie&lt;br /&gt;6. I Don't Want To Be - Gavin Degraw&lt;br /&gt;7. Mind Trick - Jamie Cullum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i like :&lt;br /&gt;1. me&lt;br /&gt;2. myself&lt;br /&gt;3. and i&lt;br /&gt;4. you&lt;br /&gt;5. yourself&lt;br /&gt;6. and you?&lt;br /&gt;7. nope, maybe not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i say the m0st :&lt;br /&gt;1. haha&lt;br /&gt;2. ass&lt;br /&gt;3. asshole&lt;br /&gt;4. dumbshit&lt;br /&gt;5. dumbass&lt;br /&gt;6. lol&lt;br /&gt;7. i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people who i want them to write :&lt;br /&gt;1. you&lt;br /&gt;2. you&lt;br /&gt;3. you&lt;br /&gt;4. you&lt;br /&gt;5. you&lt;br /&gt;6. you&lt;br /&gt;7. you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling crappy. Thank you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115094779462077588?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115094779462077588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115094779462077588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115094779462077588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115094779462077588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-perfect-situation-i-let-love-down.html' title='In a perfect situation, I let love down the drain.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115080933788623605</id><published>2006-06-20T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:25:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ain't got you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You left me drowning in my tears,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you won't save me anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know how to express this in words but all I know it's just not right without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're just this void that I can't seem to fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where'd you go, I really miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seems like I'm waiting for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/200/New%20Cam%20Pics%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If there's nothing missing in my life, then why do these tears come at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115080933788623605?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115080933788623605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115080933788623605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115080933788623605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115080933788623605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-i-aint-got-you_20.html' title='If I ain&apos;t got you.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115062287480807987</id><published>2006-06-18T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:27:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems I've found the road to nowhere.</title><content type='html'>Well, as you all already know, it was my birthday yesterday. Thanks to my beloved severe moodswings, I was annoyed, depressed and estatic all in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wanted to spend most of my birthday awake, I only slept for 4 hours yesterday. That means I woke up at about 8a.m when I slept at 4. Since I had nothing to do till the girls came, which was around 12, I got up and went to use the computer. When it was about 9+ and I was happily listening to songs, Rachel, my sister, Clement, KL and WX sprang out of nowhere into the study room. And goodness I was really shocked. I mean, I didn't expect them to be in the house as I did not even hear the sound of the door being unlocked. KL was carring my Haagen Dazs chocolate icecream (which was meant to be my cake) with a pink candle stuck in the middle. Then they sang me happy birthday! I was so happy until i teared. I mean, I seriously didn't expect them to come. WITH CLEMENT TOO! Hahha, but I made them get lost so I could change out of my pjs. Hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL and WX bought my favourite Nasi Lemak for me for breakfast. I'm so touched! It's been a long time since I've last ate it and SOMEONE had to wake up at 730 to buy it for me! Hahha. After awhile, there was a knock on the door. I was thinking that it was still early, so it might have been that CP came earlier - as usual. But, NO!! The 3 of them were outside and WT was holding a small cake with some tweetybird lookalike on it. Hahah!! ANOTHER SURPRISE! Then they sang me 'Happy Birthday' and made me make a wish before blowing the candle out. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping the details, CP, Vicki, WT and I decided to take the cable car to Sentosa instead of the usual shuttle bus at Harbourfront. I didn't know cable cars could be that scary! HAHA. And all of us stupidly took the cable car to Mt. Faber instead of Sentosa, so we had to take it all the way back again! What KUKUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam sang me a happy birthday too with the hairdryer as the microphone. Haha, total of 3 times! :D I'm touch-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly don't feel like blogging anymore because my flu is killing me. I've been sneezing consistantly for almost the whole day now!! I'm so gonna die. Somebody pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to the 50 odd people who wished me a happy birthday! I'm really surprised that so many people remembered!! It MUST have been friendster. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! And KL isn't happy that he wasn't the 1st to wish me, instead he was the 14th! What a lousy number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VICKI!! SEND ME THE PICTURES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115062287480807987?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115062287480807987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115062287480807987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115062287480807987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115062287480807987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-seems-ive-found-road-to-nowhere.html' title='It seems I&apos;ve found the road to nowhere.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115047493195606665</id><published>2006-06-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:22:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I  l o v e  you!</title><content type='html'>RACHEL AND CHARA!!! I'M SO TOUCHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, they freaking called me at 1200 exactly and wished me a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, I almost cried. Okay, it's 18 and counting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115047493195606665?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115047493195606665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115047493195606665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115047493195606665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115047493195606665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-l-o-v-e-you.html' title='I  l o v e  you!'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115047175743744327</id><published>2006-06-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:39:17.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be right here when your world starts to fall.</title><content type='html'>HUIYAN STILL HASN'T SENT ME THE PICTURES! I bet she's not coming online just to avoid pesky people who ask for photos - me! Oh well, some other time then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study session in school with CP was a failure. I did less than 1 unit of the dumb Physics TYS! And that's freaking little. Oh well, the study session was converted to a chatting/gossiping session. Haha, this time, we lunched at Pizza Hut. And I realized that my allowance in the bank is going dry and it's only the middle of the month! Shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Swenson's! The last time I ate there was with CP&amp;gang. I had a Stirloin Steak and a Celebrity Brownie! That made me freaking full. My dad is one weird man. One moment he's reprimanding me for my dumb phone bill and the next, he's asking me if I want a cake for my birthday! Maybe he just wants to buy a cake so he can eat it up HIMSELF! Dumb man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you guys know what?! I DON'T LIKE &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Not just don't like her, I think she's irritatingly irritating, stupid and wtKUKU-ly overpossesive. She's got such a freaking weird perspective on things and she wants stuff that aren't meant to be hers! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that the horrible big red bloody monster doesn't creep on me tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Edmund, Keith, Elton, Siravut, PT and Joelt for the advance wishes! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115047175743744327?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115047175743744327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115047175743744327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115047175743744327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115047175743744327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-be-right-here-when-your-world.html' title='I&apos;ll be right here when your world starts to fall.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115038362852588330</id><published>2006-06-15T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:13:25.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I fall for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;[Edit] &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TECKEE AND FANSHENG!!&lt;/strong&gt; [/Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Sentosa-ed yesterday. Stupid Huiyan and Kaihui pushed me into the water. Huiyan has still to send me the pictures we took yesterday! Anyway, I think seawater is disgustingly salty and I have no idea why I'm going there on Saturday! Haha, oh well. I still think it's gonna be fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So, I went out with CP and MY today to study. Yay! I've finally did some of my humongous pile of homework! It's the first time I've touched them since the holiday's started. Whooopie! I feel so accomplished and happy for myself. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;After the gossiping session with them, I still feel that someone is really really super duper stingy and that THE MEN DON'T GET IT!! Seriously, I think men is the most clueless species on Earth. Shit, I think I might just become not only racist but sexist too. Iwytkbyjdgi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm wondering if you still remember what you said that day. I'm wondering if you even meant it. I don't want this to fade away. You don't seem to care. And, I really miss you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115038362852588330?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115038362852588330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115038362852588330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115038362852588330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115038362852588330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/should-i-fall-for-you.html' title='Should I fall for you?'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-115013482880761508</id><published>2006-06-13T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:57:15.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to the mirror, choke back tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/mirror.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be my vacation away from this place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got weirdly pedicured toenails now. Not so sincerely done by my older sister. I bet she was just using me as her test subject before she did the real thing for herself. Evil scheming lady!! Haha, maybe I'm thinking too much. But no harm's done really. I got to just sit there in front of the computer while she fiddled with my toenails. So now they're brown with some oddly shaped white dots on the 2 big toes. Hmm, I guess they're supposed to be flowers of some sort. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cabbed down to Clementi to meet CP for lunch in the early afternoon. I think this is only the 3rd time I've ever taken a Mercerdes cab! Okay, whatever. After talking to her I realised I really need to buck up. I need to study man!! I've been slacking the first 2 weeks of the June holidays away already. I still have loads of things to complete. Like my Physics, Chem, MT and least importantly, MATH. Haha, screw you MJT :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My younger sister is really a super self-entertainer! She goes around talking to her rabbits, pretending to save them from some monster, shouting, "Don't be scared, don't be scared! Mummy's here!" and lays on the couch for a real long time coming up with rubbish songs with lyrics that go, "Oh ladybug, ladybug" or something of that sort. Yes, maybe I should try going crazy too someday. Maybe it has some stress-relieving qualities. One will never know you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My my, it's the 13th of June already! That reminds me! It's Charis' birthday today! She's already 19. Darn, that's old. Just 1 more year and she ain't a teenager already. Pity pity. I guess I'll be going for her birthday bbq tonight at Ewen's place. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 more days and it'd be my darling's and Fan Sheng's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which makes 4 more day's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! *HINT HINT WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE* Welcome to da club. Oh man, it's like some countdown or something. Sentosa here we come! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-115013482880761508?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/115013482880761508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=115013482880761508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115013482880761508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/115013482880761508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/talk-to-mirror-choke-back-tears.html' title='Talk to the mirror, choke back tears.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114994216378966017</id><published>2006-06-10T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T20:22:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We never seemed so far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hopelessly hopeful, you're just hopeless enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;But we never had it at all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm back from &lt;a href="mailto:camp@Mines"&gt;camp@Mines&lt;/a&gt; Beach Resort and Spa! :D Didn't you all miss me?! Haha, okay whatever. Although I pretty much prefered the previous few camps more than this, I nevertheless had tons of fun. I won't go into much detail or you guys will just faint from reading my endless drone of senseless rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car on the way to the 2nd link, we met with a terrible terrible traffic jam. I still don't know the reason why, but out of the 5 lanes, 4 lanes were not moving for about an hour. My dad was seriously feeling frustrated at that point in time as we didn't move as much as an inch for ages. When finally the cars in front started moving a few meters, my dad steered the car totally horizontal and occupied 2 whole lanes to get to the 5th lane. Imagine everyone was driving straight ahead when my dad was driving horizontally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, during our free and easy time, Carlyn, Charis, Jamie and I decided to go to the shopping centre nearby to shop. Instead of shopping for the usual stuff like clothes and shoes and stuff, they decided to go underwear shopping! Haha, so we spent about an hour in 'Minoshe', some undergarment shop. Everything inside was so pretty and colourful! I wanted to get them ALL but.. SIGH. HAHAH! Anyhow, I'm satisfied with what I bought. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, in the afternoon, Jamie and I took the coach down to the MidValley shopping centre together with the guys. When we first got there, all of us browsed around together but soon enough, we all separated and went our different ways. Jamie and I kept complaining throughout that the guys weren't gentlemen and kept hoping we'd bump into them. Haha, but I guess the place is really too big that we didn't see them. Anyway, everything there was really cheap but I guess I wasn't in the right mind and I didn't even buy ANYTHING at all. All I bought that day was a cup of corn. Hahaha, yumm! They're my favourite. When we got back on the bus we found out that the guys were trying to find us too! Haha, bummer.&lt;br /&gt;As it was the last night of the church camp, the guys invited us over to their room and for some kinda 'party'. They went to Giant and bought lots of drinks and food such as chips and icecream! Yay! So around midnight about 12 of us gathered in the room and started eating and watching TV. When everyone felt bored, we started to play a game of 'Truth or Dare'. The game turned out to be an Interrogating Andrew session, forcing him to confess the name of the girl that he liked. Hahha, it took him around 2 hours to spill the beans! He's really tight lipped huH! At around 430 in the morning, I felt real tired already and stole 2 pillows and and large space on the 2 joined single beds to sleep. By 530, everyone else started scrambling around to find a space. So only 7 of us managed to squeeze on that cramped bed. Hahhaha, I kinda pity everyone else, because I really took up a lot of space. OH WELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, the last day of church camp, due to the lack of sleep from the previous night I was like falling asleep during the sermons. Haha, OOPS. In the afternoon, everyone was checking out of their rooms while my family and a few others were getting ready to go another hotel to extend our trip. So, in the late afternoon we checked into 'The Legend Hotel'. Well, the hotel was quite cool really. I even had a computer in my room. Like, free broadband usage and stuff. Hahaha, I liked it! Oh, but the shopping centre beside it really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we took the Malaysian train to Times Square. I realised how advanced our MRTs are. The stupid Malaysian train is so SMALL, colourful and short. Hahha, I love MRTs now. Upon reaching, I didn't really have the shopping feeling so I only bought a pair of pants and a cool brown shirt for him. Hahah, after that, Candace, Joel, my brother and I headed to the theme park in the shopping centre itself. 1 stupid ride made me feel like vomitting the whole day. Haha, but the rest of the rides were kinda fun. If only Singapore had such a thing..&lt;br /&gt;There was a change of plan so my family left at around 1030 in the night instead of a Saturday afternoon. Yupp, so I reached home sweet home at about 3am on Saturday morning instead of a Saturday night. Hahhaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IM GOING CRAZY. AHH! Blogging has totally warped me =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114994216378966017?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114994216378966017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114994216378966017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114994216378966017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114994216378966017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-be-your-best-kept-secret-and-your.html' title='I&apos;ll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114943137342836995</id><published>2006-06-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:51:52.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bomb, can you hear me tick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/DSCN8910%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday morning, I woke up about 9 o' clock, only to discover 3 indians outside my window! But, no no, don't jump into conclusions now babes. They were merely just painting the building, that's all. Anyway, I still got a shock and I rapidly used the blanket to cover my head and hid under there covered, for a good minute. As soon as they were gone, I dashed out of my bed and into the bathroom. Trust me, 3 indians isn't really a good sight to see in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today after church, I met up with KL, Rachel and her friend, Yolanda for lunch at Pepper Lunch, Taka. KL was so greedy that he kept wanting more of my Double Chicken Steak. I know my meal was better than your stupid Hamburger Beef thing. Don't be jealous honey, hahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around a lot and I had one of my most favourite New Zealand Naturals ice cream! I realised I seriously can't make up my mind about what I want for my birthday. Well, my birthday ain't exactly just around the corner, but it's maybe 2 weeks away? All I know that I &lt;strong&gt;really really really&lt;/strong&gt; like the freaking expensive Nike watch that's coming out in July and it freaking costs a $269. Yippie. How the hell am I gonna get it? Somebody enlighten me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My phone bill is so going to exceed man! Oh, not only exceed. But, it's gonna &lt;strong&gt;explode&lt;/strong&gt;! I so &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you all might know that I'm going for my church camp tomorrow! From the 5th to the 10th. Anddd, that means I'll only be back on a Saturday night! Yupp, that's a real long time for my blog to rot and decompose in this obscure corner of the net huh.. &lt;strong&gt;Don't miss me gorgeous-es!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114943137342836995?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114943137342836995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114943137342836995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114943137342836995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114943137342836995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-bomb-can-you-hear-me-tick.html' title='I&apos;m a bomb, can you hear me tick?'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114926501784659312</id><published>2006-06-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:07:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the fool that's drowning in despair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/so%20obvious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that the male population nowadays is just getting more and more dumb. Okay, that may have been an over generalization, but really, I have to agree with that women's credit card advert on TV last time saying that 'The men don't get it' like, a 100%. Don't you girls think so too? Its like, sometimes you really want a guy to do/say something, but you don't wanna say it out, desperately hoping the guy would get the hint but in actual fact they're just really dumb and they just don't understand. Get what I mean? Arghh, I'm starting to rant, forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first week of the June holidays are almost over. Time really passes by in a flash the older you get huh! 3 more day's and I'll be off to church camp for the entire week in Malaysia, KL. Yay! Freedom at last. Let's pray that I will be granted a fully paid shopping spree over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love/hate chocolates. They taste so darn yummy but they really hate me too. Whenever I eat them, even just a few small M&amp;amp;Ms, my throat will go all sore and I can feel my sore throat coming back again. And freak, I just freaking stuffed myself with chocolates!! So, sadly, I think I'm just totally gonna lose my voice again and not be able to eat all my yummy yummy heaty food again. Ahhh, chocolates suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm starting to feel old although I'm just 15. Lots of people have been telling me that the most fun times of your lives is during the Secondary school period and I'm already Sec3! It's only about a year and a half left. I don't wanna grow up. I wanna stay in Secondary school forever. Having cool wars with teachers everyday, seeing the teacher get darn fed-up and feeling the satisfaction after. I wanna stay young!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Urghhh, I just realised I can say the most stupid things at the worst times. Screw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114926501784659312?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114926501784659312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114926501784659312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114926501784659312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114926501784659312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/like-fool-thats-drowning-in-despair.html' title='Like the fool that&apos;s drowning in despair.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114917460759434117</id><published>2006-06-01T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:42:40.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You be love and I'll be liar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From that day I looked into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I knew that you'd be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The holidays have been so hectic lately. It's only the first week and I've been going back to school almost everyday. The definition of the word holiday is a vacation, and nope, I doubt that any part of this June holiday is like a vacation for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, May 31st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the day started out quite unpleasantly. I was like, 5 minutes late for my Chinese Oral. Nope, it wasn't because I overslept or whatever but more of because I took my own sweet time to prepare and get ready. I didn't really get a dressing down for that, thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so the oral sucked. I didn't really know how to read much of the words and I can't seem to be able to translate what I want to answer to the teacher into Chinese. So yup, it sucked. That's all, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the oral, I lunched with Joanne and WQ at some coffee shop behind Mac. I haven't eaten there in quite awhile. Yup, while eating, we did what all girls do best - gossip. Haha, well, not really. We actually did some catching up, I haven't really gone out with Joanne much recently so yeah. And yes, after that episode, I still feel that I'm really dumb and I can't even believe what made me do such stupid stuff this year. &lt;strong&gt;Damnit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joanne was gonna have her oral after that, WQ was meeting her friend and I had a 2nd lunch appointment with dearly beloved KL. So, I headed back to school with Joanne to wait for KL there. Soon enough, KL came and we ate at SumoYa. I didn't really eat much there. I just picked on his food, a little here and there. Haha. We actually wanted to watch 'The DaVinci Code' but I was having &lt;strong&gt;financial difficulties&lt;/strong&gt; as it was already the end of the month and I didn't want him to spend too much money. Haha, so in the end we just went back to my place to watch a dvd. We watched 'Coach Carter' and oh man! Do I love that movie. It's really quite tear-jerking and it makes me feel like crying!! Stupid KL fell asleep to the end of the movie. Stupid man, who ask you to go to be such a h-rn- b--ta-d and go MoS and have a lack of sleep and even get kissed by some girl?!?! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it was time to leave for P.S to go meet my butler and KaiXin, I practically had to drag KL out of my bed and make him go wash his face. During dinner, all of us agreed that KL was too h-rn- from last night that he was acting all crazy and doing the stupid-est stuff. After that, we decided to walk from P.S to Far East for I don't know what reason. On the way there, KL and I were playing some stupid handwhacking game when he accidentally whacked my head. Hahaha, I was laughing like some mad woman, seriously. It really feels like it's been a long time since KL and I have done such stupid things together. &lt;strong&gt;I miss the old days&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, this reminds me. I have always wanted an older brother as I've always perceived older brothers to be the best kind of sibling that a girl like me can have. &lt;strong&gt;Yay &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes! And the 2 stupid stinky pet rabbits of my sister arrived yesterday. I seriously don't think they are cute. They're just some kind of animal terrorists cum stink bombs. Eew, gross. I hate animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, June 1st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hohoho, today isn't any better. I was late for the SS workshop as expected. I don't know. Whatever, this late coming only occurs when I don't have someone to fetch me. Ahhh! I hate buses. But the teacher was really gulible. Eelin, Brenda and I lied that we didn't know where the workshop was held thats why we were 15 minutes late, and yes, she believed us :D But wah, NATASHA IS THE PRO-EST MAN. She was about, 45mins late? And she freaking told the teacher that she came from Malaysia! &lt;strong&gt;OMGoodyness&lt;/strong&gt;!! The teacher freaking believed her too. That's really hilarious. Hhahahha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the workshop wasn't really as boring as I expected it to be. I had all those sweets to keep me awake. I didn't really answer any questions but I just took most of them from MY. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that the 6 of us, CP, WT, Vicki, KH and WQ had breakfast at Mac. It's been a long time since I've last ate my Egg McMuffin. And yes, was it yummy :D Then I received a SMS from Bryan Tan saying that the Physics Practical commenced at 11 but it was already 1110. Deciding to play safe, we left Mac and headed to school. But like WTH, on the way there, we saw so many classmates still having their lunch!! Okay, so as we still had time, we played a little netball before it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate all kinds of practicals. Especially ones with the stupid bunsen burner. Hahha, so I had Kuncoro to help me to the 2 experiments while I just stood there and took down the readings. Hhaha, I'm so gonna fail my 'O's practicals too. WenShi is like so clumsy! During that 2 hours, I have no idea how many things she dropped. She even broke a thermometer! That's so sad you know, 2 people who don't know a single thing about practicals sitting together! SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After Physics, Vicki, KH, Kevin, Kuncoro, CP, Bryan and I went for lunch at some coffee shop. I was still full from breakfast so I just sat there and watched them eat while sipping my limejuice. CP was still there debating whether or not she should go for Math Remedial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA! I finally got to see MJT's disfigured eye today. Kuncoro and I were like laughing at both her eye and her &lt;strong&gt;sexy bod&lt;/strong&gt; throughout. Whee weet! *pukes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! And CP sort of quarreled with MJT during the lesson. First time I see CP arguing so heatedly with a teacher la! YAY! CP CP all the way! HAHHAA. I seriously can't stand that stupid woman canzz. If I were in CP's shoes I would have walked out the door, who cares about her lesson? Yes, attitude problems really &lt;strong&gt;kicks ass&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I forgot to bring my training gear today, I couldn't join them in the matches after the lesson. Kuncoro asked me to go eat with him so I agreed, since I had nothing to do anyway. From that meal, I can really tell that he dislikes salty fries and is uber health conscious -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the bus back home, I met Bryan Tan and his little brother. His stupid brother is like so cocky okay. He secretly tried to take a picture of Bryan and I sitting together. How retarded is that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I sort of think Bryan and Kuncoro are rather &lt;strong&gt;ALIKE&lt;/strong&gt;!! Kuncoro and Jason too!! Hahhaha, for, some reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, I have to go to school tomorrow too! &lt;strong&gt;FREAK&lt;/strong&gt;. I seriously can't wait for church camp and I can 'fly' away from all the stupid activities in school for a WEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time goes by, so slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114917460759434117?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114917460759434117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114917460759434117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114917460759434117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114917460759434117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-be-love-and-ill-be-liar.html' title='You be love and I&apos;ll be liar.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114900840475834815</id><published>2006-05-30T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:00:04.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so easy when you're always in denial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowing that my English Oral today would only start at 1345, and I would only have to report at 1330, I decided that I would only reach school at 1330 exactly. But nooooo!! Somebody had to ruin my plan of waking up at 1200. He had to keep pestering me to come to school earlier. So yes, I finally gave in to his stubborness in the end and instead of reaching school at 1330, I reached at about 1205? Haha, what the MAO. That's super early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, if I were to rate how I did for my English Oral, I would rate maybe a 65%? It's like, I wasn't able to really concentrate on what I was reciting during the reading aloud section. I kept looking at the greens beside me and the expression on Mrs Lee's face. I don't know, you can say that I was rather, distracted. Yeah, so I stumbled maybe a couple of times but I guess I managed to cover them up well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for the picture description part, I thought I was supposed to be the one doing the talking and all but Mrs Lee just kept asking me questions, and I couldn't do what Ms Choa taught us to do. So I just thought, what the heck, I'll just keep answering and she can just ask until she's happy. But, in the end, I don't think we spent more than 2mins on that stupid picture. I can only remember my last comment was, "There would be pandemonium," when she asked what I thought would happen if the snake escaped. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm quite satisfied with the fact that I managed to make Mrs Lee laugh during our conversation. I was telling her my personal recount about the bad experience I had with dogs when I was young. Her laughing can count as a bonus I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the oral, I sat at the umbrella area for a long time, waiting for all of them to finish. While waiting, we all sat there and had a nice discussion on what everyone said during the oral. I'm sincerely grateful that what my shift did for the oral was much easier than compared to the 1st shift. Haha, thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you actually believe I played street soccer and basketball today?! Well yeah, I did. AND yes, I think I'm super pro and tyco you know! I managed to score like, 4 goals for the soccer thing when I can't even kick the ball properly. Yes, I'm THAT tyco that I can't stand it :D And oh yes, my muscles hurt like some ---- now. I wonder how I'm to go for training tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I wasted a lot of time at the stupid Holland V Burger King doing goodness knows what just now. I don't know what Siravut was thinking to gather all of us there just to watch him eat and talk crap? Hahha.. So we left at around 9. Everyone was just following everyone and it turned out that EVERYONE walked CP home. Haha, so after we reached her place, we split up, leaving Kuncoro and I alone. I wanted to take a cab home as it was rather late but Kuncoro convinced me otherwise, saying that I shouldn't waste money. At least he was there to accompany me the long way back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, I'll be having my Chinese Oral at 10a.m tomorrow morning and I'll have my stupid training after that. Then I have a dinner appointment with my DEARLY BELOVED Butler, WX. Yes, he's super thick skinned to want me to blog about him here. I have no idea why though, crazy idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, it's getting late. GOODNIGHT all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114900840475834815?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114900840475834815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114900840475834815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114900840475834815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114900840475834815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-so-easy-when-youre-always-in.html' title='It&apos;s so easy when you&apos;re always in denial.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114891261836564022</id><published>2006-05-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:25:36.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And where were you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;The arrow goes straight through my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Without you everything just falls apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's the official first day of the holidays and it's totally screwed. Well, it's like this, we're supposed to have some Math remedial at 11a.m in the morning. We were even given a timetable of all the dates we are supposed to come back for extra lessons. CP had actually arranged beforehand a get-together to watch Ju-On at my house, thus she convinced me to skip the dumb remedial altogether. Haha, she's so evil right! I'm skipping almost everything that can be skipped nowadays. Such as trainings, extra lessons and even school! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CP told me that she wanted to come to my house earlier, before the rest came so, I had to drag myself outta bed at about 1040 just to get dressed and all just before she came. When she came, she was as hungry as usual and she forced me to go cook breakfast with her. So we cooked quite a spread but we didn't really manage to finish up everything we prepared. Haha, we had stuff like, eggs, hotdogs, nuggets, mantou and I even had a dumpling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While waiting for the rest to arrive, we decided to watch a movie first. CP decided on 'What Women Want'. It's quite a nice movie really, but quite sickening at times too. Haha.. So when the guys came, we watched another 3 more movies, 'The Grudge', 'Pink Panther' and 'Underworld Evolution', all chosen by Siravut and Bryan. It was sorta like a movie marathon huh! Haha, 'The Grudge' sucked the most, stupid Bryan didn't buy Ju-On. I didn't understand the storyline and I was covering my eyes almost throughout the whole movie. What a waste of money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay! Today I'm not stupid enough to walk them out again! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=E0mp66eZGYw&amp;amp;search=prozium"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114891261836564022?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114891261836564022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114891261836564022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114891261836564022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114891261836564022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-where-were-you.html' title='And where were you?'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114865657830437390</id><published>2006-05-26T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:16:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You steal my heart, &amp; you take my breath away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; I would trade it all in a second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to be where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey doods!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay yay! As you all know, it is the last day of school today! So, yes, we got back our report books and man, was it ugly. Okay, one comment made my Ms Choa was that I'm eloquent. Yes, meaning that I express myself readily and clearly. I guess it's just another more decent and gracious word she uses to convey her real meaning. The meaning of a 'tigress' that is. She first said it to me when I was so compassionate enough to help her do the report slips stuff. And then she had to go say it to the whole class today. Stupid woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes, I really shouldn't have gone to school today man (if not for that stupid Kuncoro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;!@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;#!!), it was a really horrendous day. First it was the dumb report book, I got lectured by Ms Choa saying that I can't go anywhere with my results, and the tigress part. Then it was MJT, that freaking woman who reprimanded the whole class just because of her dumb quiz. I mean, it's only 10 marks and I freaking don't know how to do a single question and it was a waste of time. But not only that, she even asked me to 'shut up' today. Like WTH! Normally any teacher, including her, would only ask me to 'turn around, face front' or 'keep quiet'. But noooo, she HAD to ask me to 'shut up'!! It's like, a first time a teacher has scolded me to 'shut up'. I was like complaining and muttering profanities under my breath for the rest of the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, after school, the 6 of us, MY, Siravut, Bryan, CP, Kuncoro and I went to Tiong Bahru Plaza to watch X-Men 3. Well, it was a quite a good movie really. But there were some really freaky parts and real funny ones too. Overall, I like it. Haha. Oh yes, and now, I'm officially broke. I hate being broke, I seriously need a rise for my pocketmoney! I really can't survive on the pathetic amount they give. I bet you'll laugh if you really know how much I get a month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. After the movie, all of us MRT-ed to Bryan's house for I don't know what reason. We just stayed there for awhile and then Siravut had to leave. Soon enough, everyone decided to follow him and leave Bryan's house as well. As we waiting for the train, I didn't feel like going home so I thought of my beloved KL and WX as they were in Orchard at that time. So I called 'em and yepp we decided to meet and they could watch me eat or something. Haha. Taka was so crowded, everywhere we went there wasn't a place to sit down. We finally managed to get a seat and Mos Burger and we ate and talked loads of crap. I haven't seen the both of them in a long time and it's so fun to see them again, although they kept making fun of my BEAUTIFUL hair.. Hhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I have to get up early tomorrow for the SRC carnival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need my rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GOODNIGHT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114865657830437390?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114865657830437390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114865657830437390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114865657830437390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114865657830437390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-steal-my-heart-you-take-my-breath.html' title='You steal my heart, &amp; you take my breath away.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114856809867445011</id><published>2006-05-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:41:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arghhh! I'm getting real lazy to blog nowadays. I'm reaching home so late and I'm just too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I think today's the first time ever my dad fetched me from school for dinner in my entire secondary school life. It is rather surprising I know, but he has been acting all weird lately. I wonder what's the cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna skip school tomorrow again! I have already told my parents about it just now during dinner, and my dad didn't comment much. He just didn't want me to stay at home and get hooked onto the computer so I promised that I'll go out. Hahah! I don't even want my report book anyway. It's such a stupid book. The pages just get more and more antagonizing to look at after every page you turn. I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay! We're watching X-Men 3 tomorrow!! I can't wait. I heard from Nicholas that it's a good movie and I won't regret watching it. Let's hope that its true :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; The holiday's are almost here!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114856809867445011?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114856809867445011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114856809867445011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114856809867445011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114856809867445011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture perfect.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114839208678168182</id><published>2006-05-23T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:48:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you Jesus, to come to my rescue.</title><content type='html'>The long awaited day has finally arrived! Some of you already know what the 3 of us had up our sleeves huh! Well, the 3 of us skipped school today! HAHA! It's so fun okay, I really wanna do it again!! I know skipping school might not sound like such a great feat but I think it really is to me. Not only because I've never done it before, but also because it's just good fun skipping school with your friends. Not that I will encourage anyone to do so, but yeah, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning, at around 545, I woke up. I don't know why but I just do it every morning. My first thought was to go back to sleep, remembering our plan to skip school today.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd time I woke up was when my maid came into my room to get my water bottle. All I remember doing was to shout at her to get out and saying I didn't need my bottle to be refilled. (I guess she stupidly told my mum that I wasn't going to school and my mum in turn, stupidly thought that I didn't have school today)&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd time I woke up was at 645, the usual time I get to school. Subconsciously, I was thinking that Kuncoro must have been in school already as per normal, to accompany me, but I wasn't there. So sorry.. Umm, oops? Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;The 4th time I woke up, I think it was around 9 plus and I already had 3 sms-es from my dear classmates asking me if I ponned school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the 3 of as arranged online to meet at the Clementi polyclinic at 11 to accompany CP to get her MC. Both Vicki and I were late, but she was later than me. I have found something new to hate today, and that is the freaking polyclinic. All 3 of us stayed in there for more than 2 hours just to get the MC which was worth $5.10. A freaking waste of time. I would rather have gone to a private clinic and pay more than just sitting there for 2 hours!! So, it was during that time when all 3 of us smsed 10+ of our classmates at the same time, wanting to suan them but I guess we chose the wrong day to pon school. Hahha, but nevertheless, it was still fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the MC, we headed to Mr. Prata to have our lunch. CP was so nice to treat the 2 of us but I guess Mr Prata is really cheap anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished, we sort of brisk walked and ran at the same time as we were afraid that our teachers might spot us. Super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today's the 2nd time I helped to paint the classroom. And yes it's tiring and I hate getting myself dirty. I'm just glad that everything's almost done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished painting everything that I was supposed to paint, I went down to the quadrangle to shoot some hoops. Halfway while we were having fun, Mrs Ong came out from a meeting of some sort from the container. Both CP and I saw her then we were like, shit shit! Straightaway I ran to the group of guys and started pulling their shirts to ask them to keep me from her view. Haha, Jason was the one who walked/blocked me and I ran to the toilet. Hahha. CP was spotted and questioned, but at least she's got her MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I suddenly don't feel like blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114839208678168182?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114839208678168182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114839208678168182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114839208678168182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114839208678168182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-you-jesus-to-come-to-my-rescue.html' title='I need you Jesus, to come to my rescue.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114813410263979127</id><published>2006-05-20T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:55:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is certain except everything you know can change.</title><content type='html'>Some of you might already know, the group of us 4 girls had already planned an outing to buy our tankinis today earlier in the week. So, we decided to meet at City Hall (I have no idea why) at 1pm. As usual, I was about, 20 mins late? Haha, oops, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we agreed to lunch at Crystal Jade Xiao Long Bao, but when we got seated, they changed their minds and said that they wanted to eat at Crystal Jade Kitchen! Haha, how indecisive can they get! Instead of leaving after we had just settled down, we decided to at least order something. So, of course we got the famous and &lt;em&gt;yummy&lt;/em&gt; Xiao Long Bao, some smoked fish, hot soya bean for CP and a sprite for WT. Rather pathetic huh! It's the first time I'm eating a Xiao Long Bao okay, and I think I'm doing quite well trying to master the skill of eating it! Haha, of course, VICKI taught it to me.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we paid, we decided to go eat at the Crystal Jade Kitchen next. I think we're crazy having a 2nd lunch and all. But of course, this time, we ordered more. Century eggs rock okay, I have no idea why WT and Vicki doesn't like 'em. They're so nice and they even look cool. I mean, come on! It's a BLACK egg! Haha. So, as we were eating, we were talking about all the cartoon characters that we liked as primary school kids. I realised that I didn't really like any cartoons when I was in primary school. I'm so deprived. On the other hand, the 3 of them loved Power Rangers! Too think that I thought KL was weird when he told me he was obsessed with them. Then we came to topic of teletubbies. Then Vicki suddenly exclaimed that Po died. All of us went, HUH?! PO DIED?! I mean how could PO have died in the show! I definitely would have watched that episode. Haha, she then explained that the person acting as Po died due to suffocating or something. CP and I then proceeded to laugh like some crazy women as this came to my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/po%20dying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! That really got me cracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunch we proceeded walking around Suntec asking people to help us take photos like some retarded tourists.&lt;br /&gt;These were taken at the Koi Pond place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/PICT0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/PICT0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look retarded. Hahaha. Denim stuff rock eh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after walking around for awhile, we then proceeded to take bus 16 to Far East Plaza as we wanted to shop at Sheer Romance for the tankinis. Well, when we reached there, instead of getting tankinis, Vicki and I got something else. One's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; hot and sexy, while the other's black and full of colourful stripes!! Hahaha, I actually can't believe I got the red one. I sorta got it on impulse, oh well. Haha, maybe I should try wearing it to school and see the people's reactions. That would be perversly fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much walking, we decided to go eat again!! This time, we had our ummm, tea break (?) at SantaFe, which was WT's choice. We just ordered 2 baskets of fries and CP had her Chocolate Truffle, which tasted quite yum if I do say so myself. And you know what! I freaking found an ant in my cup of water. Fortunately, I didn't drink it down. Gross, I wonder what an ant tastes like. We of course, started gossiping and chatting and taking pictures again! Hahaha, here are some of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/PICT0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: default; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/PICT0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WT left first as she was gonna have dinner with her mum. So, the 3 of us stayed behind to crap some more. But, what do you get when you put 3 girls together? Something not good! Haha, you betcha we have something up our sleeves, just wait and see! This is gonna be so fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114813410263979127?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114813410263979127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114813410263979127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114813410263979127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114813410263979127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-is-certain-except-everything.html' title='Nothing is certain except everything you know can change.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114796065661962452</id><published>2006-05-18T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:57:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I write you another love song, but can't make up the words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember sadness is always temporary. This, too, shall pass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, was record breaking. In total, I've cried for 3 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first time, was early in the morning, when I was getting ready to go to school. I was explaining to my mum about me failing my Physics and how atrociously the entire cohort did. My dad then interupted our conversation and started reprimanding me on how I do not study hard enough. He went on and on saying that I can't compare my results with others. He claimed that I should not be satisfied with my results just because that there were many others who did worse than me. So, I was like crying for 10mins in the car on the way to school. A quarrel with him wasn't really nice way to start my day and I was feeling rather shitty when I reached. I even told my mum that if my dad carried on being so unreasonable, I wouldn't hesitate to fail all my subjects just to spite him. Yeah, I was feeling rather jaundiced then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reaching school, I managed to forget about that incident for awhile. I was still the usual restless and talkative self until Mdm Yehidaah came to our class to give out the History papers. I mean, I expected that I wouldn't be able to do very well but even when I got it back and I saw a pass (borderline) it didn't take long for me to break down in tears. I was really disappointed as I know I could have done much better. When CP saw me crying, she shed 2 tears as well. That was the 2nd time I cried but it didn't last for long - only about 5-10mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After awhile, when I finally got History out of my head, I was laughing again, enjoying the school day and forgetting all my troubles. It was only during Math class, when MJT was going through the AMath paper, when CP came back to class from having a chat with Mdm Yehidaah. She was crying quite bitterly at the back of the class. Being such a good friend I am, I asked HanSiang to change seats with me, so I could move back to comfort her. MJT gave a disapproving glare but I couldn't care less. I started trying to console her, telling her that I've already stopped crying, and she shouldn't cry too. I even said dumb stuff like, 'she would have swollen eyes and wouldn't be pretty anymore' but it wasn't really effective. Unexpectedly, I felt a surge of sadness and started tearing too. Soon enough, I was sobbing and all the earlier problems came back to me. This is the 2nd time that I cried because CP was crying. The 1st time was last year when I was so saddened that I was gonna part with my 2B1'05!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Together we cried for more than an hour. Siravut and everyone else was trying to talk some sense into us but it only got us laughing and crying at the same time. I was partially sniggering at Mr Lau's lost voice and he kept 'zao xia-ing'. That stupid man even used a broom to poke me and I scolded him 'Don't use the broom to touch me la! Go away!' Hahah. When he stared at me I glared back, and he said I was fierce. I'm glad he knows that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was so afraid that I'll fail my Chemistry too that I didn't dare to look at my paper when I got it back. Finally, when I saw my paper, I FREAKING GOT A B4!! I was elated but yet really frustrated at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At first we were only given a packet of tissue to share between the two of us. Soon enough, a 2nd packet was given. When we used up those 2 packets, we were offered a whole tissue box. Lol. There were times when I almost managed to stop crying but Siravut would say something saddening and that would just make me reflect and sob even harder. Well, I finally stopped crying when school was over and by then, my eyes were really really sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When school ended, I was supposed to take charge of the painting of our classrooms. So, I wasn't able to make it to CCAB. I'm so sorry. Okay, so I wasn't really in the best of moods. Natasha then asked if I wanted ice cream, saying she'd buy it back for me. But I didn't want to stay in the classroom, so I went out with her and Brenda to get icecream. I guess I was seriously feeling really depressed that I bought the biggest tub of Haagen Daaz chocolate ice cream available. It freaking cost me 13bucks. Well, it was well spent therapy money. I guessed that I wouldn't be able to finish it but I thought wrong. I freaking finished the whole thing and only giving WQ and Natasha about 5spoonfuls altogether. Oh man, I'm so gonna grow fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I didn't help paint the class for the entire afternoon. All I did was to sit outside the classroom and stone/sulk. Only after everyone was chased out of the class then I started feeling better. I went down to play with WT, WQ and CP netball. We were like running and shooting and passing, running and shooting and passing. It really was fun. Mr Lau saw us having so much fun that he looked rather surprised. I guess he doesn't know that I'm a pro mood swinger. My emotions change real quickly. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my mum. She's so nice. I just told her about why I cried so much today. She said I'm such a cry baby and she knew I was in a bad mood so she specially bought pork floss for me. &lt;strong&gt;Why can't my dad be like that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114796065661962452?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114796065661962452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114796065661962452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114796065661962452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114796065661962452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-i-write-you-another-love-song-but.html' title='So I write you another love song, but can&apos;t make up the words.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114787596278903833</id><published>2006-05-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:28:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the attraction, all the tension. Don't you see baby, this is perfection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I kissed you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you lose track of time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you feel a surge of happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running up your spine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you run naked in the street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a tattoo of my name on your behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I kissed you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, if I kissed you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, if I kissed you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;school nowadays have been rather slack. All we have been doing is getting back our exam papers, sleep, chat or just do nothing. So I got back both my Maths and Physics papers today. My EMath paper 1 was done really badly but thankfully the paper 2 pulled me up. I guess I sort of made some improvement, by 4 grades! I had a miserable D7 the last term. So, I achieved my target of a B3! Yay, praise God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I so love my AMath, it's like really rather surprising. MJT called my name, so I went forward to get my paper. She had this irritated expression on her face so I was thinking, "Shit this, I FAILED!!" Then she suddenly broke out into a smile and said, "Oh, Serena has done quite well. She has got an A1!" That really caught me by surprise and I started laughing this weird laugh and that got the whole class laughing too! Haha, I mean, it would totally make looking at my report book less painful. Finally an A1!! Oh yes, blogging about report books, I think I'm so gonna cry when I get back my report book. I don't know how I'm gonna face my mother. Let's just pray hard that I won't hit a 30 for my L1R5. Or I guess Mrs Ong would have to call my parents. PLEASE DON'T LET ME FAIL MY HISTORY! Sobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Physics results were really quite unanticipated. I was telling CP that I wanted an E8 and not a F9. But, when I received my Physics paper, a saw a freaking big red 44!! OH MAN! 1 more pathetic mark to a D7!! Oh man! For the whole period I was frantically searching for a half mark so that it could be rounded up and I can get a D7!! And I didn't believe it when Kuncoro told me he had a 60.5. I seriously thought that he was joking until I saw his script for myself. I FEEL LIKE STRANGLING HIM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had 2 free periods again today. MT and POA. Stupid Mrs Wang! It's like she purposely doesn't wanna come to school so that she won't have to give us back our scripts. Screwed up woman!! During MT, a group of us gathered together and started crapping. There was this part of the conversation when Jian Rong said he saw my History exam script and said I failed. I was like really shocked and I really believed him okay. I ALMOST CRIED! When I found out he was just joking, I was thinking (Jian Rong, you're so dead). OH MAN. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, about half the class were sleeping with their heads on their desks during the last period - POA. I was so bored and that stupid Kuncoro kept falling asleep and doesn't wanna keep my company! So irritating. I kept trying to wake him up but he'd just fall asleep again. Giving up, I finally let him. But, I was really too bored so I took WQ's green marker and helped him to a nice manicure. Haha, I think he got a shock when he woke up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had training, it wasn't really as bad as expected. We did all those stupid drills that we haven't done in ages. Haha, we ended earlier and expected. So, I went up to class to help paint the walls. I think painting is really fun but really tiring as well. My hands were feeling sore after that episode. Fortunately, I didn't get sprayed with white paint and I got away relatively clean. Haha! When I was really bored, I went outside to the corridor and sat at the railings myself. &amp;amp; they're so smart to think I'm suicidal. Oh man, do I look like I'm DEPRESSED?! Haha, so NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When CP was finished, both of us headed to Mac for dinner. We had our usual gossiping session and only left at around 8plus. When I reached home, it was already dark and it's the first time in a long long while that I found the road home creepy. I don't know why either. Haha, sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCAB tomorrow!!! Anyone wanna accompany me?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114787596278903833?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114787596278903833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114787596278903833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114787596278903833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114787596278903833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-attraction-all-tension-dont-you.html' title='All the attraction, all the tension. Don&apos;t you see baby, this is perfection.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114778363239026417</id><published>2006-05-16T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:47:12.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the limelight fades, I'll be the one to kiss your eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey there doods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling estatic during MT period when I found out that &lt;strong&gt;I passed my Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;!! But still, theres no more Pizza Hut treat from my darling as I didn't get the requirement of a 60. Oh man, what a pity, I got a 56.5 though. So it ain't that bad. It's like a C5 when I targetted a C6. It's like 1 whole grade better! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Dad has just told me that my younger sister failed her Chinese, and she's only in Primary 3! My gosh, it's like, I'm the odd one out. Out of ALL my siblings, I'm the only one who started failing in Secondary school and not Primary!! So, yupp, haha, it's something to be proud of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a &lt;strong&gt;total waste of my time&lt;/strong&gt;. I shouldn't have gone to school. We had 3 free periods out of 5!! Our History, Math and POA teachers weren't in school! That means I spent more than half the day just slacking away doing nothing but listening to music and vandalising on the tables. I could have just stayed at home and watch a few movies by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this free period, when Ms Toh came in to relief us. I asked permission whether we were allowed to listen to Mp3s, she said it was alright if we were quiet. Mr Lau then suddenly paced past our class and he caught a few of us listening to Mp3s. Halting at the door, he pointed at either me or Brenda and asked either one of us to come out of the class. Both of us were confused at who his finger was aiming at so we kept asking who he was pointing to but he didn't say anything and just kept pointing. I mean, what the hell! Haha, so in the end he was finally smart enough to call out names. Instead of just asking for 1 person, many people were called to go out. Outside, he said something like we were not supposed to use electronic devices in school. All of us argued that Ms Toh gave us permission and he had nothing to say but to let us go back into the classroom. &lt;strong&gt;Jackass&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhOH! During POA, some funny looking relief teacher came in. So, I asked permission if we were allowed to use the Mp3s again, and he said it was okay, but not make it too obvious. Weird guy. He then made Jason close all the windows and the door. Haha. He even made us keep the Mp3 under the table. After listening for awhile, some funny weird song started playing, so WQ and I looked under the table to see the Mp3 to change the song. The dumb teacher hastily strided towards us and said, "I saw that!"&lt;br /&gt;At first WQ and I were still perplexed and both of us said 'huh' in unison. Then he inquired, "What's that under the table?"&lt;br /&gt;We then started laughing as we realised he thought we were using a cellphone. What a stupid man!&lt;br /&gt;He was also the one who thought that Jason and ShiMin were attached as they were acting rather intimate and were sitting closely next to each other. I guessed as much when the teacher called Jason out to talk to him alone. Hahhahaha! I almost died laughing to myself. How &lt;strong&gt;retarded&lt;/strong&gt; can that guy get man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the farewell party for Mr Kamal. Siravut ordered pizzas. A photo was taken of Mr Kamal and the class girls that were there. CP send me the picture okay!! I didn't eat the pizzas as I don't like cheese and I didn't take the drinks either as they weren't cold, and carbonated drinks that aren't chilled are just plain gross and gassy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, WT, Vicki and I wanted to catch some horror flick at Clementi so we could scare ourselves. We then embarked on the long long journey to the cinema to find out that there weren't many movies available and the timings were all wrong. We then headed to the MRT station as we planned to head to JE to catch the movie but we decided we really wanted to sit down so, we just settled in Mac. WT was so depressed that they weren't selling shaker fries anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Bryan Tan then called me to accompany him to Ginza to go bag hunting. Reaching Ginza, we browsed around the shop for about 5mins and he &lt;strong&gt;geniously&lt;/strong&gt; suggested going to Queensway instead. Since I had nothing to do that day I agreed. We went there and walked in many many rounds and eventually he decided on some black coloured bagpack. We only left at around 5plus after walking many more rounds.&lt;br /&gt;There was this soccer video playing at this shop. Both of us were so amazed by the tricks that the soccer players were able to do! It's like, they are so pro man, and Bryan was green with envy! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh, whatever. I can't wait for PE tomorrow, it's been such a long time since we've last had PE!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114778363239026417?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114778363239026417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114778363239026417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114778363239026417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114778363239026417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-limelight-fades-ill-be-one-to.html' title='When the limelight fades, I&apos;ll be the one to kiss your eyes.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114768878107504390</id><published>2006-05-14T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:27:33.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; he's just too blind to see the damage he has done.</title><content type='html'>Despite the occassion, neither my sister and I had planned anything special for my mum. The church was giving out flowers to the mothers though, so hahah, yup, that could be her present. Well, actually, my dad and my younger sister bought for her some SK pendant, which was rather nice compared to the usual weird stuff my dad buys. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, I told my mum that Rachel, my sister and I wanted to have our hair cut. But she didn't have any cash with her. So, she went to the ATM to draw some money. Actually, we were supposed to share $50 but we sort of snatched a blue note each.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went, "Happy Mothers day mum! I love you? Do you wanna hug?" Hahaha, she sort of grumbled that we only gave her hugs when there was money involved. Am I really that evil? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching WestMall, we settled into some saloon with rather okay decor - just to be safe. Haha, alright, all you need to know is that some sissy guy named Benjamin cut my hair and it turned out totally wrong. It's the 2nd time in a row that some major gay screwed up my hair, although they aren't the same person. I'll take this as a lesson learnt: never let some amateur gay hairdresser cut my hair as the end result will never be good. And, the moral of this story is: A nice looking saloon may not do wonders for your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanna dedicate this last part of my post to my 2nd mother, sort of. He's not a woman, but yeah. You know who you are :)&lt;br /&gt;This mother, is always there for me even when my real mum isn't. He's there to take care of me when I'm sick, bring me to the doctor, buy breakfast home and has free delivery services. All I have to do is call his almost 24/7 hotline.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that time when I wanted to watch this particular old movie, he purposely went to rent it and bring it all the way to my house to watch it with me although we stay really far away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I complain about the dumb ass teachers in school and how they don't know how to teach, he'll offer his free tuition services right at my house. He's still miraculously patient even though I fell asleep after just doing 4 questions.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I want something, he'll always scrimp and save just to get enough money to buy it for me. He even went to the extent of working and almost every cent was spent on me. I know it might seem that he's the one living off me but I guess actually it's the other way round. He doesn't really complain at all. Isn't he a sweetheart?&lt;br /&gt;Even though we aren't together, we're still really really really special friends. I mean, it's quite uncommon seeing 2 ex-es still so close to each other right? I don't really get to see much of him nowadays as he has already graduated but I've grown to be really dependant on him over the years. I'll be so totally &lt;strong&gt;jealous&lt;/strong&gt; when he finds a new girlfriend. Then my honey won't have much time to spend with me! :(&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!! :D And a Happy Mother's Day to you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114768878107504390?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114768878107504390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114768878107504390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114768878107504390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114768878107504390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/hes-just-too-blind-to-see-damage-he.html' title='&amp; he&apos;s just too blind to see the damage he has done.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114752922040124018</id><published>2006-05-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:07:00.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I wish you could stay, everytime you go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just a feeling of deja-vu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Early this morning, I was woken up by my &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; sister. She ruined my dream!! Although I can't really remember what that dream was about. But yeah, I have a feeling it was nice. Checking my phone, it was only about 850! What an unearthly hour to wake up on a beautiful Saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was only yesterday that my sister informed me that we were going to spend the day at Chara's place, as Rachel wasn't going to have tuition, and we could accompany her. So, the 2 of us, Ewen, Ivan and Jon would be going there to maybe watch some vcds as the Lum's aren't really allowed out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, at about 920, Ewen came to pick us up in his &lt;strong&gt;cool red Mazda 3&lt;/strong&gt;. I have no idea why it's called a '3' but I guess it just is. Anyway, my dream car is still a Jaguar thank you very much. Before that, we bought some prata from the 24 hour Cheese Prata shop. I've been eating so much prata lately. So yeah, Ewen was kind enough to help us buy them so he locked us up in the car. And my sister thought that we were gonna die as there was not enough oxygen for us. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reaching there, both Rachel and Chara weren't up yet. THUS, we decided to run up to their room and help get them up. So, the both of us barged into their room saying, 'ITS TIME TO WAKE UP!!' LOL, Chara actually thought that we were in her &lt;strong&gt;nightmare &lt;/strong&gt;of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shortly after, everyone was awake and all of us had breakfast. The first vcd we watched was 'Fearless'. Expectedly, I didn't really understand like, 60% of the movie as it was in Chinese and they didn't have English subtitles. So yeah, the whole gist I got of the movie is that Gong Fu is &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awhile later, after having lunch we watched the next movie that the guys (and girl) went to rent from VideoEzy, 'The Longest Yard'. Although I've already watched the show once before, it still was freaking funny and it literally had me rolling on the floor &lt;strong&gt;laughing&lt;/strong&gt;. Especially about the part when they fed the guard Estrogen pills and made him so sissy-ish. And OHOH! The s-hims cheerleaders were gross too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When most of them left for church, my sister and I headed up to the room to do what we always do best at their house - &lt;strong&gt;SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;! My sister took Rachel's bed while I took Chara's. Oh right! I FINALLY managed to finish the whole of 'Just Friends' that I borrowed from Chara like, 3 weeks ago. Now I finally borrowed a new book - 'A Walk To Remember'. Sounds really touching and stuff, or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For dinner, we had to go to my grandma's house to eat &lt;strong&gt;Popiah&lt;/strong&gt;. Woots woots man, it's been a long time since I've last eaten them and damn were they good. I had like 3. Haha, I could have eaten more but I guess I was too lazy. And oh! My stupid phone when &lt;strong&gt;flat&lt;/strong&gt; on me halfway. I can't believe I actually forgotten to charge it last night!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, I just remembered. I might be have to shift house between the next year or so. My parents have been house searching and I pray, pray PRAY that they won't shift to some kind of retarded flat at goodness knows where, and I will be irritated to &lt;strong&gt;death&lt;/strong&gt; by the noisy neighbours and their crying babies. Sorry but I'm just not used to it. I won't mind living in the 4-bedroom penthouse of 'The Stellar', from the book thing. It looks quite nice actually. Oh right, they said that they're thinking of buying a old terrace where all 4 of us can have our own rooms. But I'll miss my home. I've been like, living here for &lt;strong&gt;10 years&lt;/strong&gt;! SOBS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't wait to get back my results to see how poorly I've faired. And I can't wait to get the new sitting arrangements. Hopefully I'll get someone noisy and talkative, just like me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114752922040124018?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114752922040124018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114752922040124018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114752922040124018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114752922040124018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/but-i-wish-you-could-stay-everytime.html' title='But I wish you could stay, everytime you go away.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114744699830255593</id><published>2006-05-12T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:16:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you let me romanicize, the beauty of our London skies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just paint a picture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today's the &lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; time I bowled in my entire life. We were supposed to meet at 12. Since I was feeling lazy (as always), I got my oh-so-kind and wonderful taxi driver mum to fetch me to the Chevrons. Me being the typical Serena, was 10minutes late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?! I freaking don't know how to throw the ball properly. Whenever I let go of the ball, it sort of like, makes a loud sound and I'm worried that the floor might crack or something. 5 minutes into the game, my fingernail &lt;strong&gt;broke&lt;/strong&gt;. It was so painful okay! Lesson learnt: never go bowling with long fingernails. Oh right right! I &lt;strong&gt;fell down&lt;/strong&gt; today! It's like the 1st time I fell in years. Good thing my butt didn't hurt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Chevrons, we sat at the lounge for a really long time. Everyone was so indecisive and couldn't make up their minds where they wanted to eat. In the end, we decided to eat Swensons and boarded the 105 bus. Bryan wanted to go to the one at Orchard but Ming Yang wanted to go to the one at Holland V. CP and I wanted to sleep as we each had our pillows so we went to the one at Orchard instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the &lt;strong&gt;Salmon Teriyaki&lt;/strong&gt; it was super yummy! At it cost a freaking $20+ for a tiny piece, but still, it was mouth-wateringly scrumpcious. CP and I shared a banana split. We sat there and talked lots of crap. CP learnt lots of new words and she's happy. Crazy WOMAN! The bill was a freaking 100.23bucks. I guess it was both expected and unexpected at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually intended to watch MI3 (BRYAN treating me of course) and take neoprints (HI Bryan!!) but the whole of Orchard was so crowded that we couldn't really do much. Suddenly, my younger sister called me to ask me to go back home as they were eating dinner out. I said I had already eaten. Then my dad told me to be home by 9. Hohoho! That was the reason why I suddenly didn't talk much. I was really unhappy. So, CP unexpectedly came up with the idea of going to my house. I agreed, as I didn't know that she was serious. Haha, but yeah, I guess it was good for me as well. I'll be back home before my darn &lt;strong&gt;curfew&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took 143 back home. CP and I were so kind to give up our seats for 2 old aunties. Kuncoro is evil and he likes to laugh at people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home, I had an urge to watch a movie so I turned on 'Shall We Dance' and watched it myself upstairs. Soon, all 4 of them joined me. It's such a nice show okay!! And that guy is so charming!! I totally want a husband like that =D After the show, I don't know why but somebody started a &lt;strong&gt;pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;. And soon enough, all of us were using pillows to whack each other. Luckily, not much damage was done to me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9+ they all decided to head back home. So, I walked them out to the main road. But some one is so &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; enough to walk me back in again. I mean, hahaha, it defeats the whole purpose of me walking them out right!! And there weren't any Indians in sight either!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, JIE! If you ever read this, cheer up okay! Rachel and I will always be there for you! It's not the end of the world you know.. =D &lt;strong&gt;WE LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114744699830255593?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114744699830255593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114744699830255593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114744699830255593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114744699830255593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-you-let-me-romanicize-beauty-of.html' title='Will you let me romanicize, the beauty of our London skies.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114736221800452811</id><published>2006-05-11T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:43:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release your inhibitions, feel the rain on your skin.</title><content type='html'>Thank God I'm finally free!! Can you believe it? I feel so &lt;strong&gt;unrestricted&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm not used to it and it seems unfamiliar like it's some kind of weird sensation. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today's my &lt;strong&gt;last paper&lt;/strong&gt;. The A&amp;amp;B1s didn't have to attend school today as they don't take 8 subjects. Thus, only us and the D1s had our papers in the hall. As you all know, there are only &lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt; POA students in our entire level. So, when the Bio students finished their 2 hour paper, we still had our Paper 2. AND there were only 14 of us in the hall, facing the stupid fans and teachers alone! It wasn't &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; stressful actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid Paper 1 was 1 hour long. All of us took less than 30mins to complete it. Including checking the paper time! Mrs Wang used almost the whole class's students names as questions in both papers, so, when I was doing the papers I was secretly &lt;strong&gt;giggling away&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't really plan to devote the entire hour to checking my answers so, I decided to shade and reshade my OTAS. It was like, I was spending about 20mins colouring the small boxes, trying to make them &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; rectangles. I even erased and rewrote my name, subject, test name and class about 3 to 4 times. Yes, that was how &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt; I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to ask about the Paper 2. It sucked okay. I'm seriously hoping my Paper 1 will help to pull my marks up. Paper 2 was so stupid okay. My trial balance wasn't balanced. I was too lazy to check my Cash Book and double entry stuff. I forgot the format for my Trading, Profit and Loss Accounts. I'm so &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, 5 of us, Wan Ting, Vicki, Cheu Ping, Wen Qian and I took off to town to watch &lt;strong&gt;MI3&lt;/strong&gt; and damn was it good. It was a real good mixture of action and humor. I seriously think that Asian looking woman with the &lt;strong&gt;sexy yellow sports car&lt;/strong&gt; is freaking &lt;strong&gt;chio&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm so jealous. Haha. Wen Qian was like lying on my shoulder through out the whole movie, we were like, so les. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;While watching the movie, there was this Caucasian lady sitting beside me. She's really nice and sweet. I was like shouting throughout the movie but she didn't complain, all she did was smile. I forgot when but there was this really exciting part of the movie, when I suddenly shouted, "&lt;strong&gt;OH MY SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;!!" (haha, don't ask why), when she looked at me and smiled. I was so embarrassed I just grinned back. So at the end of the movie, she was so cute, she asked me why I wasn't in school! Like, OH MAN! I bet she was thinking that the hundreds of students in orchard all ponned school today. CUTE RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after the movie we headed to my house for a &lt;strong&gt;swim&lt;/strong&gt;. Yay! It's been aeons since I've last swam. So, at least I did some exercise! Haha. I think we really gossiped a lot during that period of time. Haha, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!! It's been a long time since I've eaten Pastamania and ate my beloved New Zealand Naturals Ice cream. But sadly the nice auntie wasn't there to give me my &lt;strong&gt;10% discount&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going bowling tomorrow at Chevrons. I seriously do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; know how to bowl and I've only bowled once in my entire life (with the help of those barrier things of course). Haha, I guess I won't even be able to lift the ball, maybe I should just try to &lt;strong&gt;roll&lt;/strong&gt; it. Or &lt;strong&gt;kick&lt;/strong&gt; it or something. Lol. OH YES, maybe Nicholas will be going there to train too. Hopefully I'll see him. I haven't seen him for &lt;strong&gt;3 donkey years&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, it's getting late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU! Good night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114736221800452811?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114736221800452811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114736221800452811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114736221800452811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114736221800452811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/release-your-inhibitions-feel-rain-on.html' title='Release your inhibitions, feel the rain on your skin.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114726309573925970</id><published>2006-05-10T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:14:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You threw out the life line, just in the nick of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;One, you're like a dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Two, just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Three, girl it's plain to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;That you're the only one for me and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Four, repeat steps one two three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Five, I'll make you fall in love with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If ever I believe my work is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Then I'll start back at one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at my little piggy handphone pouch that is &lt;strong&gt;oh-so-cushiony&lt;/strong&gt; and soft and I'm feeling &lt;strong&gt;bitter&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, you see, I have been dropping my precious, dearest, lovely-est handphone in the world about a &lt;strong&gt;101&lt;/strong&gt; times just recently already. Hence, I decided to buy some really &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt; handphone pouch that will sort of cushion the fall everytime it drops, so yah. I saw this really cute big fat pink and blue pig with 2 black beady eyes and I just bought it. It was &lt;strong&gt;$4&lt;/strong&gt; but heck, I don't really think so much when I'm tempted, sadly. So yay, I got the pouch and it was protecting my handphone really well, but AH HA! It must have stared at my &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; phone too much that one of it's eyes dropped out. Now, it has become a freaking 1 eyed monster/pig. Poor, poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had our Physics paper this morning and &lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; was it tough. I think the most I'll be able to score is a freaking &lt;strong&gt;C6&lt;/strong&gt;, and I'll be contented. I think my L1R5 is gonna be above 30 &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. It's like, both my sciences are so going to fail, so yah. I'll just have a nice 9 to add to the score. Whoopie! Actually, during the 2 hours paper today, I was like thinking, "Oh freak. I don't know how to do! Shit haha, &lt;strong&gt;SKIP&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;NEXT&lt;/strong&gt;!" Yup, so, you can tell, I skipped many questions and left even more blank. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading back to the classroom, Singgih and I waited for WQ to settle her Physics stuff. We sort of tried to help her with it but some people were &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; not cooperative! Haha, we had to call and sms so many people. &lt;strong&gt;HUIHIANG&lt;/strong&gt;! You're so &lt;strong&gt;biased&lt;/strong&gt; can!! I call you, you don't wanna pick up. Only when I use some one else's phone THEN you pick up. AND, I bet that that someone else was secretly happy! Hahaha, I think only 2 people know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finishing up, the 3 of us headed to Mac to have our breakfast. When we arrived, it was already after 11 and I was quite &lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt; that they weren't selling the breakfast meals anymore. WQ then spotted that they still had some breakfast stuff that they haven't sold. So, my conversation with the cute Mac cashier guy went like this,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello! Can I like, still order the breakfast meals?"&lt;br /&gt;Turning around, he went, "Uhhh uhh.." (So cute!)&lt;br /&gt;Pointing at the last Egg Mcmuffin, I questioned, "There!! The last Egg Mcmuffin!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup yup, you can!!"&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't want the hashbrown, can I have like, the fries instead?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh uhhh, yeah sure!" (&lt;strong&gt;Awwwwww&lt;/strong&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;"YAY! &lt;strong&gt;You're so kind&lt;/strong&gt;!! Hahhahaaha."&lt;br /&gt;(He sort of blushed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, he's so sweet right! I didn't know that we are able to order stuff like that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done, we headed back to school to study for our &lt;strong&gt;POA&lt;/strong&gt;. CP joined us soon after. Oh man! I now realise that POA MCQs are so difficult to do okay! Even Kuncoro says so!! We were supposed to only study until 2 but I guess we're just so &lt;strong&gt;diligent&lt;/strong&gt; that we studied for an hour more. Kuncoro is like so &lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt;! I was happily writing crap notes for myself when suddenly he said that he wanted to zap what I had written so he can bring it home to study. Then, he happily went to &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;. Like WHAT!!! I'm scribbling notes that only I think I can understand in such a &lt;strong&gt;frenzy&lt;/strong&gt; and he can so calmly ask me to zap them for him. I argued that he won't understand what I'm writing but he insisted that he was able to. Haha, but of course, Serena being a nice and kind girl decided that for once I will write my notes &lt;strong&gt;legibly&lt;/strong&gt; so that he will be able to read and understand. Just so you know, the freaking notes were like, &lt;strong&gt;4 pages long&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, okay, that doesn't seem a lot but IT IS OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding to give myself a treat after the &lt;strong&gt;painstaking&lt;/strong&gt; hours of studying, CP, Bryan and Kuncoro (after much persuasion) headed to Pizza Hut to have lunch. Bryan Tan is so evil canzz! He's like both &lt;strong&gt;racist&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;religionist&lt;/strong&gt;! And he's damn gross too. He'll start playing with all the cheese and tomatos and everything he can get his hands on. The staff at Pizza Hut got the orders wrong, as usual. We were all laughing our asses off in there. I have this real weird habit of laughing at my own jokes even though others think that it ain't funny. Well, I guess thats the real meaning of DIY (do it yourself) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jian Ping in the 188 bus today, he looked different actually. But still recognisable, AND he thought that Bryan was my &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;. OH MAN! Bryan took 188 all the way to my house today. NO, not because he's sweet but because he had to change bus and go to his granny's house. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! I've already sorta got a rough idea of how I'm gonna celebrate tomorrow. WanTing, Vicki, CP and I will go catch some horror flick then we'll go swimming at my place! YAY YAY YAY! &lt;strong&gt;I can't wait&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114726309573925970?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114726309573925970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114726309573925970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114726309573925970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114726309573925970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-threw-out-life-line-just-in-nick.html' title='You threw out the life line, just in the nick of time.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114718072545188909</id><published>2006-05-09T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:18:45.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why, without you it's hard to survive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it that I still feel vacant and empty inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This void I cannot fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;strong&gt;ample&lt;/strong&gt; majority of the books that I have read so far have somehow clearly depicted that a man and a woman can never be &lt;strong&gt;'just friends'&lt;/strong&gt;. I have no idea why I fancy reading these kind of &lt;strong&gt;sappy&lt;/strong&gt; love stories where best friends for many years suddenly all fall in love. It's all so fairy tale-ish. Sometimes I even dream of what it would be like if that were to happen to me. Haha, yes&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a girl can dream&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to reality. Today's A Math paper is the only 1 paper that I feel &lt;strong&gt;satisfied&lt;/strong&gt; with. Doing the Mock Exam paper really helped as almost everything was the same. It just suddenly hit me that inequalities can be quite difficult. Haha, and I too realised that Coordinate Geometry is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out for breakfast, we just followed the stream of people leaving school after their papers. Tagging along, we ended up in an overcrowded MacDonalds. Scanning through the glass walls, I can bet that at least &lt;strong&gt;75%&lt;/strong&gt; of them where Clementeens. From the looks of it, there were some students still doing their last minute &lt;strong&gt;mugging&lt;/strong&gt; for their papers. There was hardly much space left thus, CP and I decided to go to Mr Prata instead. The 2 guys followed us soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at Mr Prata, Bryan commented that the smell of the place was giving him a stomachache. Haha, he's such a &lt;strong&gt;racist&lt;/strong&gt;!! WQ joined us shortly after. Everytime I eat at Mr Prata with CP, she never fails to consume &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; pratas! Like, oh my goodyness. I only manage to eat 2 pratas at the most, but 4! Oh man. *&lt;strong&gt;slaps forhead&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in school until about 3+, I managed to finish up &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; of the MCQs in the Physics TYS that we were supposed to do, a long while ago I guess. Well, &lt;strong&gt;last minute cramming = Serena&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you very much. Oh yes, I hate anything to do with &lt;strong&gt;thermal energy&lt;/strong&gt;. And I hate memorising definitions &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; SI units &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; significant figure stuff. BAHH, I just hate Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nigel the Koala is so cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two&lt;/strong&gt; more days until I'm free :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114718072545188909?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114718072545188909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114718072545188909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114718072545188909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114718072545188909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/forgive-me-my-weakness-but-i-dont-know_09.html' title='Forgive me my weakness, but I don&apos;t know why, without you it&apos;s hard to survive.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114709110872081728</id><published>2006-05-08T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:25:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you would let me steal your heart from you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TADA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie lookie here people! As you all have noticed (how can you not), I have done this piece of super &lt;strong&gt;striking&lt;/strong&gt; (eew) skin in less than 20 minutes! What a &lt;strong&gt;tremendous&lt;/strong&gt; feat! Haha, I'm not really satisfied with this crap but, I guess it'd do, for awhile until my Mid-Years end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I had my EMath Paper 2 and Chemistry paper.&lt;br /&gt;For the EMath paper, I sort of gave up half way and decided to count the marks that I was definitely going to lose. &lt;strong&gt;11 marks&lt;/strong&gt;!! Haha, yupp! I actually could have gotten more if I did the graph but I guess I was too lazy! A &lt;strong&gt;typical&lt;/strong&gt; Serena. Yes, lazy till I don't even wanna secure my A1. Or however MJT puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, moving along - the &lt;strong&gt;KILLER&lt;/strong&gt; Chemistry paper. Well, this is the most &lt;strong&gt;screwed&lt;/strong&gt; Chem paper I have ever done in my entire life. Haha, after the exam scripts were collected, I turned around and both me and WenShi said, "Wah, sure &lt;strong&gt;fail&lt;/strong&gt; liao". Haha, yes! That's how hard it was! I regret studying so much as I feel that even if I didn't study, I still would have done roughly the same. I'm so &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;. Another &lt;strong&gt;F9&lt;/strong&gt;, here I come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retreating back to the safety of the four cemented walls of my dearest classroom, WQ, Bryan Tan, Kuncoro, Joshua and I decided to study our AMath. But of course, in order for anyone to study, one needs to have a full stomach! Haha, so all of us headed out to KFC together with the D1s to have our lunch. YAY! Fast food &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;, total waste of my money =X&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to school, WQ was SO nice to decide to pangseh me and go off to find her friend!Haha, oh well. So, I stayed with the 3 guys and I managed to finish 1 &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt; AMath Mid-Year Mock Exam paper! WOO! I feel so&lt;strong&gt; accomplished&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you very much. Oh yes, MJT answer keys are so &lt;strong&gt;unreliable&lt;/strong&gt;. And her hints are so freaking &lt;strong&gt;obvious&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;direct&lt;/strong&gt; too. Can't she be a little more &lt;strong&gt;discreet&lt;/strong&gt;?! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus home with Bryan again. Oh man! It's becoming a &lt;strong&gt;routine&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I need to study now!! &lt;strong&gt;SO LONG&lt;/strong&gt;!! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114709110872081728?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114709110872081728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114709110872081728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114709110872081728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114709110872081728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-only-you-would-let-me-steal-your.html' title='If only you would let me steal your heart from you.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114700839763526075</id><published>2006-05-07T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:26:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just a prologue?</title><content type='html'>HAHA! I feel so &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; of myself. Today's studying with KL was definitely the &lt;strong&gt;most productive&lt;/strong&gt; out of all the &lt;strong&gt;unproductive&lt;/strong&gt; study groups I've had before. I like, managed to do 70 MCQ, which is less than 1 chapter, but ah well? What can you expect from someone with zero determination and a short attention span? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after studying, both of us went all the way to Taka - Kinokuniya to buy my protractor! As, my &lt;strong&gt;beloved&lt;/strong&gt; KL is &lt;strong&gt;so kind&lt;/strong&gt; to take away my whole Math set for his O's last year and hasn't returned it back to me until now. He's such a cool friend right!! Lol. He wore his brown-colored contact lenses today. It's weird on him and made his eyeballs appear fake and 3D.&lt;br /&gt;KL met his JC friends at Orchard while we were window shopping. His friend said I looked like him and asked if I was his sister! OMG! What an &lt;strong&gt;insult&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through our window shopping, WX called and asked us to go visit him at his work place, Centrepoint - Robinsons. OMG, we found out that WX has an &lt;strong&gt;Indian stalker&lt;/strong&gt;, so KL and I decided to play a game, 'Stalking the Indian Stalker'! So, we practically followed him and walked around Robinsons pretending to be looking at stupid eating utensils with decorations of leaves on them. -.- That freaking Indian stalker looked like some &lt;strong&gt;psycho&lt;/strong&gt;, following WX wherever he went. And it has already been a whole week, and he's still at it. Scary eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL is a &lt;strong&gt;evil man&lt;/strong&gt;.. He made me carry so many books home &lt;strong&gt;BY MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt;. What an &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114700839763526075?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114700839763526075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114700839763526075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114700839763526075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114700839763526075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-you-see-im-narrator-and-this-is.html' title='Don&apos;t you see, I&apos;m the narrator, and this is just a prologue?'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114692739485203260</id><published>2006-05-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:56:34.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So open up your eyes and see, you're not the only one for me.</title><content type='html'>I seriously can't stand my father. Like, WTH! I mean like, it's not even 11 yet and he's making so much noise, keep saying that I should sleep since I have to wake up to go to church tomorrow. He just wants me get off the computer. What makes him so sure that when I go to my room I will sleep? All he knows how to do is shout, shout and shout some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, this is a waste of my time. Can't he just piss off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114692739485203260?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114692739485203260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114692739485203260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114692739485203260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114692739485203260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-open-up-your-eyes-and-see-youre-not.html' title='So open up your eyes and see, you&apos;re not the only one for me.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114684154153771367</id><published>2006-05-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:05:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.</title><content type='html'>I am so &lt;strong&gt;delighted&lt;/strong&gt; that I did not stupidly study Chinese last night, although I was feeling sort of guilty for letting my darling down. Haha. Out of the &lt;strong&gt;numerous&lt;/strong&gt; number of vocabulary that we have learnt, only &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; sentence making questions came out! What a waste of studying time right? Anyway, almost everyone said that the paper was difficult so I don't feel so bad. This exam is actually the first time I wrote so much for my comprehension when I actually do not even understand what the question was asking for. Oh well, talk about &lt;strong&gt;crapping&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 killer papers are already over, therefore, I only have to concentrate on my Maths, Physics and Chemistry. I. Am. So. Dead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, CP went with some people all the way to &lt;strong&gt;Outram&lt;/strong&gt; to get Edmund's birthday present and I didn't want to go so far away so I stayed in school with WQ and guys instead. We were supposed to be&lt;strong&gt; studying&lt;/strong&gt; but I don't know how we managed to delay so much that we didn't even study in school at all. After quite a long while, the guys, Wen Qian and I decided to go to &lt;strong&gt;PeiTong&lt;/strong&gt;. The guys wanted to play basketball while WQ and I were supposed to study. In the end, not a single one of us&lt;strong&gt; actually&lt;/strong&gt; studied. WQ went to play with them while I was responsible of taking care of the valuables (as always) and sit around and slack. I guess I'm used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our fun, Kuncoro, Bryan and I went to meet CP, Wen Shi and gang for our dinner at Hazwani. WQ and Jason had already left for home by then. Bryan and his daughters really &lt;strong&gt;attracted&lt;/strong&gt; thousands of bugs okay. I don't know what's wrong with them. Haha. I really think that I am so &lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt; okay! I did not even think of not paying. Not like &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; of them who are so cheeky! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of us headed to the bus stop at the expressway, as usual. CP and Grace were &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to take 196, but sadly, I just think that the bus doesn't like them. Singgih's so nice to walk me back home as he was afraid that the Indians near my house would do something to me. Haha, yah right! I'm like so brave can.. &lt;strong&gt;Whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired and I need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight, World.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114684154153771367?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114684154153771367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114684154153771367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114684154153771367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114684154153771367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-flashes-blinded-us-in-photobooth.html' title='As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114675189749765548</id><published>2006-05-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:11:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the heartache and the pain, that you have thrown my way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Gorgeous-es,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you all know, today's the &lt;strong&gt;fateful&lt;/strong&gt; day that I have my History and EMath paper 1 exam. Thus, it was only &lt;strong&gt;instinctive&lt;/strong&gt; for me to feel nervous. I mean, out of all my History tests, I have only passed 1? So, yeah, there you go, the &lt;strong&gt;stupid, creepy, innate&lt;/strong&gt; feelings of mine.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I was still anxiously scanning through, reading and re-reading my History notes again and again, as nothing seemed to be able to get in. That was really &lt;strong&gt;ironic&lt;/strong&gt; as my Emath paper was first, but nobody seemed to bother about it. Everyone was more worried about their Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the EMath paper, all I could think about was Lenin, Stalin, CCP, KMT, League of Nations and the Treaty of Versailles! Haha, I wasn't really able to concentrate but thank God I managed to do the exam without panicking. But, I didn't do 5 marks worth of questions - I am &lt;strong&gt;so dead&lt;/strong&gt; but I don't really care. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the break, I got too tired of seeing my beloved Mdm Yehidaah's notes repeatedly, so, I borrowed Ms Low's notes from the 3D1 pupils. Upon reading them, I realized that their notes were so much more detailed and had &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; pictures at all! Haha, I could have died. I so love Mdm Yehidaah now, haha. When we were settling into our new arrangements in the hall, I kept &lt;strong&gt;whining&lt;/strong&gt; to Ming Yang, saying that I was feeling &lt;strong&gt;jittery&lt;/strong&gt; that I might not have enough time, and not know what or how to explain! He thought that I was going to cry. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Well, all you need to know is that I had plenty of time (15 minutes) left but I still don't think I'll be able to do well. Aww man! But, when Ms Tan announced for us to put down our pens, I was smiling my &lt;strong&gt;million dollar&lt;/strong&gt; smile! I was so. &lt;strong&gt;Freaking&lt;/strong&gt;. Happy. The exam for that I really studied the most for my entire life was &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; over! AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to school after lunching out, Kuncoro was supposed to come and teach me my Math. But, hahaha, we all got distracted due to many many contributing factors that in the end, neither of us did much work at all. Oh man, I sound as though I'm writing my Humans essay. Anyway, what a &lt;strong&gt;productive&lt;/strong&gt; day! All that I did was to watch all 4 of them jumping like idiots to try to reach the screen thinger and the guys play MS. Don't be surprised to see lots of liquid paper rubbish on some tables tomorrow thanks to &lt;strong&gt;BRYAN TAN&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha. We messed up the classroom despite Afif's '&lt;strong&gt;warnings&lt;/strong&gt;' for us not to do so. I'm so sorry Afif, haha. OHOH! CP just reminded me about the dumb insect thing that was crawling inside of the table. Gross, but I'm too lazy to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the school, 4 of us headed to the bus stop at the expressway. CP had Kuncoro and I had Bryan for company, haha. And I have decided I shall count how many stops that my house is from Bryan's the next time we take 188 together. That should keep me awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I was rather &lt;strong&gt;puzzled&lt;/strong&gt; to receive a call from Teck Ee. Well, he said that he would give me a treat to Pizza Hut if I manage to get a 60 for my Chinese paper tomorrow. It's like the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time anyone has been so &lt;strong&gt;concerned&lt;/strong&gt; about my results. Not even my parents are so caring in a good way. Well, I guess I've got to get my butt out of here to study soon. Can't disappoint my &lt;strong&gt;one and only darling&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow right?! So long, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114675189749765548?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114675189749765548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114675189749765548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114675189749765548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114675189749765548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-heartache-and-pain-that-you-have.html' title='For the heartache and the pain, that you have thrown my way.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114666485652460785</id><published>2006-05-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:00:56.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go, don't wait, this night is almost over.</title><content type='html'>Blogging has suddenly become a &lt;strong&gt;routine&lt;/strong&gt; after I come back home nowadays. First, I will meet my beloved CP online, then, we will start chatting for awhile, and THEN we will say we wanna blog. We will then happily blog together, haha. Usually, we will finish at about the same time too! Okay, that was, &lt;strong&gt;whatever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I told CP to come to school earlier today so she could study with me. So, this morning, I was sitting down at the quadrangle, studying my History powerpoint slides. CP came shortly after, but instead of studying with me, she was reading her dumb Chinese &lt;strong&gt;iWeekly&lt;/strong&gt; magazine! I naturally got &lt;strong&gt;distracted&lt;/strong&gt; and we just started talking after that. Haha, I guess that study time in the morning wasn't really of much use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were really boring today. I don't know why but I was sort of in a &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; mood during the periods before recess. Didn't really talk much and goodness knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MID YEAR PAPERS CONTINUE TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm so freaking unprepared! I really tried studying hard after school today for my History that I even skipped my AMath retest. After studying in school for about, 2 hours, CP and I packed up and headed to Burger King at Holland Village to meet the rest. Well, meeting up with them was seriously an &lt;strong&gt;unwise&lt;/strong&gt; move as since there was so many people, I obviously couldn't concentrate. Serena has a short attention span too, haha. I was too busy thinking about my History that I forgot to study for my EMath Paper 1 as well. Stupid Kuncoro, stupid KL. Both have no time for me! Haha, I feel so &lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that Tan Jian Rong is actually quite a &lt;strong&gt;gentleman&lt;/strong&gt;! He actually sent Shi Min to goodness knows where and offered to pay for Wen Qian's taxi fare home as she was feeling unwell! What a &lt;strong&gt;rarity&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, that just reminded me!! I'm living in &lt;strong&gt;bloody&lt;/strong&gt; hell. And I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114666485652460785?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114666485652460785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114666485652460785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114666485652460785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114666485652460785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-go-dont-wait-this-night-is-almost.html' title='Let&apos;s go, don&apos;t wait, this night is almost over.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114657704214628099</id><published>2006-05-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:37:23.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A circumstance in your naked dreams, your reflection is not what it seems.</title><content type='html'>Time seemed to pass by in a &lt;strong&gt;flash&lt;/strong&gt; today, I don't know why. Everything just seemed like such a breeze even when we had a Physics remedial after school that lasted for almost &lt;strong&gt;3 hours&lt;/strong&gt;. Gosh, I didn't even know that it lasted that long. My beloved TCP has just reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really get into much trouble today except for MJT, as usual. The whole class practically &lt;strong&gt;quarreled&lt;/strong&gt; with her as she wanted us to practice Math, instead of History. But our whole class thought otherwise. I mean like, all of us have only 1 pathetic Humans subject to rely on, and it's &lt;strong&gt;compulsory&lt;/strong&gt; to add into our L1R5! For Math, we have E + A Math! Stupid woman, haha. Quite a few of us complained to Mdm Yehidaah about her after school and I guess she heard us, but, no one seemed to care. Oh oh! Did I mention that she accused me of cheating for our most recent A + E Math test! Like WHAT!! If I cheated do you seriously think I'd still fail?! I wonder who's that &lt;strong&gt;dumb ____&lt;/strong&gt; who told her that piece of totally &lt;strong&gt;unreliable&lt;/strong&gt; crap. Oh well, there won't be any difference if she changed my marks anyway, I'd still fail. Thanks to Kuncoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the remedial ended, I stayed back in class with Kuncoro so that he could teach me how to do my EMath. I gave up when there was just 3 more questions to go, thus, I started packing up and walking around doing nothing. I am so &lt;strong&gt;determined&lt;/strong&gt;. I know, haha. Awhile after, I decided to join the History students with their after school session with Yehidaah, well, I don't really think it made a lot of difference but, you'll never know. Maybe something she said just now would stay in the back of my mind and come to be of great use during the exam. &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 girls, WQ, CP and I dined at KFC. We sat there and gossiped quite a bit, although it wasn't really counted as gossiping, haha. Suddenly, CP received a call from Bryan Tan with news that she left her file with all her notes in school, thus, they had to meet up to pass the file to her. As soon as we were all done, we walked back to school and came up with a &lt;strong&gt;brilliant&lt;/strong&gt; plan, but to only find out that the guys have already left school and were at KFC! AHHHH! A wasted trip! So, in the end, we walked back to KFC and watched them eat instead. While the guys were eating, CP played a &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt; trick on Siravut but he only found out after he finished. Haha, we were laughing like crazy. But, the guys totally did not have a &lt;strong&gt;sense of humor&lt;/strong&gt; and did not find it funny at all. Anyway, someone wasn't there and thus we could not set our &lt;strong&gt;brilliant&lt;/strong&gt; plan to action! What a pity, maybe we should try it sometime else :D I feel so &lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I REALLY WANNA GIVE UP! NOW!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114657704214628099?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114657704214628099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114657704214628099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114657704214628099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114657704214628099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/circumstance-in-your-naked-dreams-your.html' title='A circumstance in your naked dreams, your reflection is not what it seems.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114649137534633236</id><published>2006-05-01T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:49:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I have are tragic endings.</title><content type='html'>Blogger freaking &lt;strong&gt;screwed &lt;/strong&gt;up on me. I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began the day by meeting the History gang - Jason, CP, WQ and MY. We arranged to meet at 11, but I only reached at 1130. I got my &lt;strong&gt;beloved&lt;/strong&gt; mum to ferry me there though. Haha, I'm such a evil daughter. For the first few minutes I was trying to get my finger to stop bleeding, but to no &lt;strong&gt;avail&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a result from an &lt;strong&gt;unforgivable&lt;/strong&gt; act of &lt;strong&gt;stupidity&lt;/strong&gt;. Thus, I will not embarrass myself my typing how it happened out here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first 3 hours, I managed to study half the chapter of Russia. It was a real, &lt;strong&gt;snail-slow&lt;/strong&gt; process as I couldn't write my notes properly. My finger was stinging like &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt; whenever I applied too much force to it, so I guess that really hindered my progress. After awhile, I guess Jason was the one who suggest going to my place to carry on with the studying, when the actual reason was that his phone's battery was &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt;. And I used a Samsung phone too. But, anyhow, I sort of &lt;strong&gt;persuaded&lt;/strong&gt; my mum to taxi us back home, since she did not have much to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL OF THEM ARE SO EVIL! THEY DIDN'T WANT TO LET ME SEE THE SMSES. Never mind, moving along..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching my house, it took quite awhile for us to settle down in the Study. I sort of gave them a mini 'tour' of the attic. I guess WQ finally understands the whole &lt;strong&gt;complicating&lt;/strong&gt; theory of the staircase now. Haha. Studying was so much more slack at home than compared before. Wanting to feel more comfortable, I brought down the beanbags from the AV room upstairs. Resulting in WQ feeling &lt;strong&gt;high&lt;/strong&gt; and wanting to slide down the stairs with the beanbags. Fortunately, she didn't. Or I seriously can't imagine the &lt;strong&gt;dire&lt;/strong&gt; consequences. Halfway through, my beloved CP caught a cold. I suspect it must have been the fan, poor girl. When things got too boring, we even attempted to do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stunts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that proved us to be flexible. Like, splits and stretches and stuff. Haha, at this point of time, yes, you could have guess. It got WQ &lt;strong&gt;severely&lt;/strong&gt; high, AGAIN! After, for a short period of time, we managed not to do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone had given up on studying, Jason - the &lt;strong&gt;smartie pants&lt;/strong&gt;, decided that it would be &lt;strong&gt;entertaining&lt;/strong&gt; to try to jump and touch the ceiling. Well, after numerous attempts, he only got to lift himself 2 cm away from the ceiling. While MY, whom was more successful, got himself 1 cm away from the ceiling at his first attempt?! Haha. This event reminded me &lt;strong&gt;vividly&lt;/strong&gt; about the time when Kuncoro leapt over the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rubbish bin back at school. Wow, what a frog. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, 'exercise', the gang decided that it was time to head back home. TADA! Leaving my house in &lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahah, I didn't really mean that. Overall, today was fun. Except for SOME parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it just me, or are things getting a teensy weeny bit weird between us? Ahh! &lt;strong&gt;GOD HELP ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114649137534633236?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114649137534633236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114649137534633236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114649137534633236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114649137534633236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-i-have-are-tragic-endings.html' title='All I have are tragic endings.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114640259688753636</id><published>2006-04-30T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:09:56.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And tonight, there's only you and me.</title><content type='html'>Today's church service was rather surprising I must say. The sudden unforeseen appearance of KL was indeed, &lt;strong&gt;unanticipated&lt;/strong&gt;. So, after a few calls of confirmations, Rachel, Jamie, Charis and I will be sharing the same room during church camp which is on the 5-8th of June at KL, Malaysia. My family will extending the stay there by another 2 days. Yay! Time for a well-deserved &lt;strong&gt;shopping spree&lt;/strong&gt; after the examinations :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, KL and I headed to Jurong Point to catch a movie. We wanted to watch 'Take The Lead' but it was showing too late, so we decided to catch 'The Wild' instead. Well, it was a rather short movie, but I liked it. It was rather funny. My favourite character is the &lt;strong&gt;Koala&lt;/strong&gt;. He's so crappy and cute! Oh oh! I bought the popcorn set for 6 dollars. It came with a cute blue container with many cows on it! Many people were staring at me when I carried it home because I wanted to keep it! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is so &lt;strong&gt;confuzzling&lt;/strong&gt;. Argh, I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114640259688753636?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114640259688753636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114640259688753636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114640259688753636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114640259688753636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-tonight-theres-only-you-and-me.html' title='And tonight, there&apos;s only you and me.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114631940664177149</id><published>2006-04-29T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:14:31.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I spent so much time in school on a &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; for not 1, but 2 remedials! First it was History and you bet it was super boring and depressing. I know I would have just died in there so I &lt;strong&gt;deliberately&lt;/strong&gt; took my time to come to school. But, sadly, I only managed to be about 15 mins late. History ended earlier than expected, and when it was over, we had roughly around 2 hours before our next remedial started. Thus, the usual gang headed over to KFC. At first, only CP and Ridzal wanted to eat, but in the end, Ming Yang and I joined in and ended up not having time to do our Physics worksheets. When we were almost finished, Wen Qian, Fan Sheng and Ben joined us. We did some stupid stuff and were laughing like hell. There was a stupid period of time where we all thought that our phones were not working and started calling each other. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics remedial was &lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt;. We spent the first hour plus trying to complete all the work that we were supposed to hand in. Ming Yang and I finished early hence we decided to go to the toilet, and guess what! The toilets were only available on the 1st floor as the majority of the school was locked up. It was such a long journey just to get to the toilet, climbing up and down from the Launch Pad. In addition, it was &lt;strong&gt;pouring&lt;/strong&gt;! Fortunately I had my short and fat &lt;strong&gt;pillow&lt;/strong&gt; to help shield me from the elements. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all headed to Mac where we had a &lt;strong&gt;dynamic&lt;/strong&gt; crapping session. I managed to laugh so much that my tummy ached. I didn't know that there was such thing as a $1 coke! So, I bought it as I thought that the cup was cute! I didn't finish it though, haha. Sadly, many of them had to leave early. Thus I had to go home early as well. I don't know why but &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; (haha) stone was abnormally quiet today. It was rather weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's just &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized that the flock of birds is getting larger. WHERE ARE YOU STONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit*&lt;/strong&gt; Guess what people!! The &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; Serena Tan has &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; passed a History test out of the 3 tests!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I'm so hyper. I got a 15/25, which is like, more than the 2 past tests added together. I got a 7 for the 1st, and a 6, for the 2nd. All of them are upon 25! Oh man! I'm so excited! Ohoh! My daddy bought some yummy yummy &lt;strong&gt;Haagen Daaz&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream today! YAY! Double bonus, and he's gonna consider getting me an &lt;strong&gt;iPod&lt;/strong&gt; for my birthday!! BYE NOW!!! *&lt;strong&gt;End of Edits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114631940664177149?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114631940664177149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114631940664177149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114631940664177149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114631940664177149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/04/tell-me-what-do-you-do-when-it-all.html' title='Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114623320103905135</id><published>2006-04-28T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:06:41.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; they are just to cushion my callous thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling as though today is merely some average mundane school day, but in actual fact, it's the day of my first Mid Year paper! Reached school and I started feeling jittery. I did not bother to study all the formats and memorize the vivid verbs and stuff that Shi Ling has supplied us. I chose to slack and do nothing instead, despite the jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time's exam, instead of having it in our classrooms, we had it in the hall. Although the atmosphere is a little more tensed and HOT, I rather enjoyed it. I mean, there are 4 classes taking the exam at the same time same venue, thus, it gives me more people to stare at and observe. Isn't that just fun! I managed to finish both papers with ample time for me to write, scribble and draw rubbish on the unused papers. I even wrote a letter to myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the papers, Ming Yang, Siravut and I rushed to the market to eat our lunch, as I had my A Math retest after that. Kuncoro joined us awhile later. I was so distraught about going to be late for my test I quickly finished up and left for school with Ming Yang. I even made him test me all the formulas while brisk walking back! But guess what? So many people did not turn up for the test that MJT had to postpone it. I was so freaking pissed and fed up I started screaming and shouting at all those poor, innocent people. I'm so sorry, haha, I'm just a pro PMS-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had an hour plus more of break time before our remedial, a big group of us headed to Pizza Hut to have lunch, again! Bryan TAN was so generous as to treat all of us. He's so nice right? We made Singgih pay the rest though, haha. I seriously hate that Pizza Hut. Their service is like, atrocious!! They can't get their orders right and they freaking keep forgetting about what we ask for. By the time we finished, we were already almost 10 mins late. Hence, all of us ran back to school. It must have been a rather peculiar sight for the passers-by. And you can definitely bet that MJT was pissed for being 15mins late, but who cares? We had fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD LOVES ME! AND ALL OF YOU TOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just decided I have to say that. I feel, blessed :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114623320103905135?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114623320103905135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114623320103905135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114623320103905135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114623320103905135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-are-just-to-cushion-my-callous.html' title='&amp; they are just to cushion my callous thoughts.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114605986412191490</id><published>2006-04-26T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:57:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But your taste still lingers on my lips, like I placed them upon yours.</title><content type='html'>I have not really felt like blogging these few days, but I just feel the need to update or this blog will just be another rubbish site that takes up the space in a &lt;strong&gt;desolate corner&lt;/strong&gt; of the internet. So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been staying for up to &lt;strong&gt;12 hours&lt;/strong&gt; in school for the past few days. I have no idea why I manage to stay in class for so long without feeling bored. I either study like a crazy woman, or I sit just at a side and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well, slacking was 95% of the case today. I felt so brain-dead and didn't have the energy to think. I just sat beside Kuncoro and copied whatever that he wrote. I bet I've only absorbed less than 10%. I think that episode made those &lt;strong&gt;3 crazy girls&lt;/strong&gt; get the wrong idea. Haha. After that, I guess my beloved CP forced me to do SOME worksheets. I guess it was rather productive, although I made an immense amount of careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it was totally different. I was in some kind of frenzy to get my Mathematics functions right. I guess that my 'substitute tuition teacher' really helped me understand quite a bit, which is something that MJT can't do.. No matter how hard she tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of her, do you know what! I can't stand &lt;strong&gt;MJT&lt;/strong&gt;. She goes around teaching while holding a cane and bangs it against our desks when she is TRYING to teach us a concept or TRYING to get our attention or when she's scolding us. Like WHAT? Is she TRYING to intimidate us? It's &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; not working honeyyy. I mean, it's not as if she can use it to whack us. I'll just &lt;strong&gt;sue&lt;/strong&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go complain about my allowance. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114605986412191490?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114605986412191490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114605986412191490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114605986412191490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114605986412191490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/04/but-your-taste-still-lingers-on-my.html' title='But your taste still lingers on my lips, like I placed them upon yours.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114588323377609213</id><published>2006-04-24T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:57:43.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of body and out of mind, kiss the demons out of my dreams.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really feel that I'm living in some kind of television serial. My life has even too much drama for a teenage drama queen to handle. Lets take today as an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena walks into the study room and sees her dumb brother, Samuel, staring at her with his jaws drop. (He does not have a fast enough reaction to close the applications.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN angry Serena: What the hell are you doing?! PLAYING WAR CRAFT III WHEN YOU BLUFFED MUM TO SAY THAT YOU'RE DOING YOUR WORK? Don't think I'm that stupid so I can't see! WHAT!! Still can download IRC! Want to die is it? Do homework still can chat online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel quickly pops up some dinosaur internet page window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb brother: What la! I press wrongly cannot is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena: PLEASE LA. Press wrongly! Even if you did press wrongly, IRC can press so many wrong things until chat for so long is it! Don't come bluff bluff research dinosaur la. (Meanwhile calling her parents.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena on the phone with Mum: MAAA! Why on Earth did you let Samuel use the computer! Always let him bluff. Listen to all his lies, I tell you not to listen to him already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What did he do now? Let me talk to your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena: NO! I told you already. You can't even control your own son! BYE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna type the rest of the quarrel down or else I'll just make my own blood boil. All you need to know is that it resulted in my sister joining in as well, my brother crying, my brother broke something porcelain, and my dad and mum came home and quarreled as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is really peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114588323377609213?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114588323377609213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114588323377609213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114588323377609213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114588323377609213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/04/out-of-body-and-out-of-mind-kiss.html' title='Out of body and out of mind, kiss the demons out of my dreams.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114571310761437714</id><published>2006-04-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:39:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back if we had one more night to spend, I would steal every second, I would never let it end.</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey darlings. Haha, I haven't been blogging much lately due to the fact that we were &lt;strong&gt;secretly &lt;/strong&gt;going out behind our dearest Wan Ting's back and I didn't want to leak anything by accident. And nope, it's not as bad as it sounds. It was just a surprise for her birthday that's all. And yeah so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WANTING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I figured that you'll like that colour. Haha, well, CP, Vicki and I bought her 2 items for her birthday. First was the hotpink diary containing the Treaty of WanTing and second was the black sports bra. Haha. HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Well, Vicki hasn't sent the pictures to me yet so I guess I'll have to post them up some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, today is the long awaited &lt;strong&gt;FLAGDAY&lt;/strong&gt;!! Our shift started at 8a.m and ended at 1p.m. As this is my first time selling flags, I totally did not have any clue that it would be that tiring! At the beginning, we headed to Clementi MRT station to collect donations. I stood there, rooted to the spot with a fake smile plastered to my face for 2 whole hours!! My cheeks and leg muscles were so sore after that horrible ordeal. I realized that most of the people who donated are middle-aged adults or the elderly! That shows how stingy the young people of today are! Haha, I should get myself to donate more too.&lt;br /&gt;After that 2 life-sucking hours, we headed to Holland V to have our lunch. After lunch, we asked Wan Ting to open up her presents. Vicki got so excited(?) that she started swinging the bra in the air, allowing the 4 ACJC guys (I think) sitting at the table next to us to see everything. Feeling embarrassed, we all started laughing. Haha. At first all of us were didn't dare to ask them to help to take a group photo but in the end I was the one who asked despite my&lt;strong&gt; LOW &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;SEXY &lt;/strong&gt;voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Here are some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/IMG_9013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.O.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/IMG_9015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.O.W together with sexy hot black sports bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/IMG_9018%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groupie + weird/extra Indian man at the back. Taken by ACJC guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some neoprints we took before Speech Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default; alt: " src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/lalala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/lalala%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 129px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/lalalala.0.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/lalalalalala.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6521/1233/320/hellothere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114571310761437714?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114571310761437714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114571310761437714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114571310761437714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114571310761437714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/04/looking-back-if-we-had-one-more-night.html' title='Looking back if we had one more night to spend, I would steal every second, I would never let it end.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114536398301783949</id><published>2006-04-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:39:43.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined.</title><content type='html'>I started off a pleasant school day with a dreadful, dreary speech titled 'CTSS place in my heart'. Mrs Ong made Siravut and I repeat the speech so many times yesterday that I could, and still can, practically memorize some parts of the speech. Well, I screwed up 1 word while making the speech but it wasn't really obvious I guess, as from what I have heard from others. So, it wasn't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my favourite period of the day was Chinese. It is the most slack time of the day where we can just sit or move around the class freely. That is because our oh-so-beloved Chinese teacher is away on course, and thus, having a free period. But I guess even if she were to be in class, it would still be the same as a free period anyway. Oh yes, darn! There is a test tomorrow. What a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our lifeskills period, we had our 'Use Own Words - Language Use' test. I can't say that it is easy, but I can't say that it is difficult either. I hate scoring low just because I can't express my thoughts into forms of words. So irritating. And Bryan, the meaning of candid is, 'not posed or rehearsed' or 'frank'. Haha, it doesn't mean that Einstein was some loon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Wen Qian and I wanted to stay back after school to do a little bit of studying. And when I said little, I really mean little. I studied a few powerpoint slides for physics and just scanned through the Chinese stuff. Yupp. I spent the rest of the time sitting or jumping around, looking at Singgih use the rod of plastic rap to whack the empty plastic bottles out of the door and see it fly away, laugh at CK and well, kick a few balls. Soccer balls I mean. Haha, I decided to stop playing halfway because it was too scary as the guys really ram at the ball real hard. And no, I don't want my face to be disfigured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the bus stop in a slight drizzle. And oh, I hate getting my clothes wet. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114536398301783949?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114536398301783949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114536398301783949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114536398301783949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114536398301783949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-unwritten-cant-read-my-mind-im.html' title='I am unwritten, can&apos;t read my mind, I&apos;m undefined.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844873.post-114508589697972613</id><published>2006-04-15T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T15:36:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But there's still tomorrow, so forget the sorrow.</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 whole days since I've last blogged. I guess I have almost kicked the habit of turning on the computer as soon as I reach home. But that's great isn't it? This post is gonna be long. So, hold your breath!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the mouse that my dad bought for himself is really cool. It's like wireless and uses lazer technology. Okay, I'm a computer/mouse idiot but whatever. I still like it. It freaking costs 60+ bucks. He only buys expensive stuff for himself and not ME! How unfair is that.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about money, I'm &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; broke this month. I actually even OWE someone money. #$&amp;)*&amp;amp;%^(*&amp;$!! I need more monthly allowance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Thursday, we had this class photo taking. I finally feel that my height is average! Not under-average! Usually I'd be one of the girls sitting down, but not this year! I'm standing in the second row :D&lt;br /&gt;So, every class is supposed to have 2 formal and 1 fun shot. But you see, we have a rather vain class parent. So, she actually requested for them to take a 3rd formal shot for us just because she blinked her eyes in 1 of them. I can't believe she's so, thick skinned. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought that our school was really cheapskate as we won't even be able to order the photos for ourselves and will only be able to have it in the dumb year book. And it is in black and white! But I guess I thought wrong, my sister's ex-school doesn't even request professional photographers. They take it themselves. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I realised that although Michelle may look petite, she wears really big PE t-shirts. Haha, I had to lend to her my blouse and tie to her that day. And goodness, was her PE tee BIG. I felt as though I was wearing PJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Good Friday service yesterday. I got to see Ewen and Jon the 2 bald headed eggs with thick black specs army boys! Now Isaac and the 2 of them look SO ALIKE! After church we went to Chara's house and then to town for dinner! Kl and Hn came along as well. We ate at lido and went shopping after! I bought some dumb Flesh Imp shirt and pants. Maybe that's why I feel so broke. I shall make a mental note to stop shopping although it makes me feel better! I think I spent more than $60 bucks yesterday. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I got scolded for coming home after 10 last night and not calling back. Like whattheH! I wish my mummy was back NOW. She's so much more lenient, gives me sympathy money AND will give me money to cut my out of shape hair. I need a later curfew, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go get ready for the Continental Singers concert later in church! Bet it's gonna be fun! Oh, do you people think I need a new skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow! And Flag day as well!! It's gonna be so fun! Right Vicki, Wanting AND CP? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;People will always talk about you. Might as well give them something to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844873-114508589697972613?l=crashshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/feeds/114508589697972613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844873&amp;postID=114508589697972613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114508589697972613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844873/posts/default/114508589697972613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashshow.blogspot.com/2006/04/but-theres-still-tomorrow-so-forget.html' title='But there&apos;s still tomorrow, so forget the sorrow.'/><author><name>Serena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/serenatan/mememe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
