<?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-13804954</id><updated>2011-08-10T18:51:40.652+08:00</updated><category term='vacation?'/><title type='text'>Genuinely ME and me</title><subtitle type='html'>seline
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From now on, it'd be the efforts made that will sustain friendships, and i guess that is a true test for many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all come so far together, it saddens me that at the very end, we'd all just go on our separate paths, all 8 of us. How many of that&amp;nbsp;8 would each of us miss, if any at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how is it that some people do not even feel a thing about this closure of 2 years at CJC. But i guess people just think really differently from one another. To some, studies are really so much more important than friends are to them. I used to think that way too, but now i am so damned sure that getting good results doesnt make me happy, it is spending times with friends and laughing along with them or at&amp;nbsp;them that makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, in life, there has got to be many separations and farewells. Goodbye may be the hardest thing to say, but eventually, years or maybe even months down the road, we'd just view the past as mere memories we would always treasure; and chance upon more people or more activities which will be able to keep us happy. The important thing is to always be ready to move on, regardless of how much you treasure those times in the past. Because in the end, we need to grab ourselves out from the shadow of the past, and leave our arms open to embrace the present as well as the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1247698937597130949?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1247698937597130949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1247698937597130949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1247698937597130949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1247698937597130949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-guess-part-of-me-cant-wait-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7389385431430350794</id><published>2010-10-08T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T23:33:37.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A diary is meant for your own reading purposes. A blog is meant for both yourself and others around you to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmellows shall be my own private diary while buckled shoes shall remain my blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if i'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure nobody ever comes here anymore, except perhaps strangers who don't even know me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha sighhh it's 5 more days to the end of official schooling. And i wouldn't even be in school for the larger part of that small remaining pie. sad, isn't it. or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 years worth of memories will come to a halt just like that. some will end&amp;nbsp;on a bitter note, others will make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know of many people who can't wait to get themselves out of this school because they simply hate it so much. i know of others too, who in spite of everything, have come to terms with being in the school, even if they didn't exactly have the best times there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. idk how i'd feel next friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7389385431430350794?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7389385431430350794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7389385431430350794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7389385431430350794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7389385431430350794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2010/10/diary-is-meant-for-your-own-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-2216770860911513978</id><published>2010-10-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:04:12.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>por qué no acaba de entender</title><content type='html'>this is seriously the best "arena" for me to brandish my swords and knives. and it's definitely the safest platform for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, why can't you just understand? i'm not even asking you to do anything, you don't have to always assume that when i say something to you, i expect something in return from you. but i guess there's nothing i can do if you continue to misinterpret everything i do i suppose. must you think so badly of me each and every time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah oh well after this rant i'm just going to forget about everything and get on with life. i can safely cross my heart and say that for the past&amp;nbsp;1 or 2&amp;nbsp;weeks i've been more or less back to my normal self, and the things you say and do no longer make me feel sad, hurt or disappointed any longer, just resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that i actually foolishly thought that you considered me a friend. friends don't treat friends this way, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow school is already coming to an end, if you don't want to see me ever again, well you'll get your wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess after this huge merry go round, i've finally come to the conclusion i'd feel satisfied with. If you don't care about this friendship and would rather just kick it away with no thoughts (and yeah i just mean the thought itself, not the action) of reconcillation either now or in the future, why should i still cling on to it? it isn't worth it i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'd never ever be able to hate you no matter what. but you probably do and there's nothing i can do about it. to you, i was probably an insignificant part of your life you just can't wait to kick away. you'd be able to do that very soon, as fast as i say ABC, and you won't even feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, school's ending, exams are comingg. time to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-2216770860911513978?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/2216770860911513978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=2216770860911513978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2216770860911513978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2216770860911513978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2010/10/por-que-no-acaba-de-entender.html' title='por qué no acaba de entender'/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3075176867947291349</id><published>2010-09-04T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:35:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww i realised that out of my 3 blogs, marshmellows contain the happiest stuff, ie not much emoing except for results issues, which doesn't really affect me that much when you compare it to uh, people problems for a lack of a better phrase haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing about this blog is also that nobody ever comes here anymore and i can just rant and rant away whenever i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is not now, since i'm currently quite happy just reading the papers, watching dramas and messaging nonsense to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3075176867947291349?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3075176867947291349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3075176867947291349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3075176867947291349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3075176867947291349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-8388177374018850445</id><published>2009-10-18T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:54:26.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry blogger, i realised i dont really like you that much after all!! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to another LJ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE marshmellows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-8388177374018850445?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/8388177374018850445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=8388177374018850445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8388177374018850445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8388177374018850445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-465533916547883354</id><published>2009-10-10T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:06:19.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dong bang’s on KBS world! Haha I swear my dad is secretly in love with them or something, even though he thinks that junsu is ugly. :/ it’s like everytime I randomly walk past the tv screen I either see dongbang’s MV on arirang tv or I see their talk show on KBS world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh whoops I shouldn’t be here now, but my sister stole the comfy chair, so even if I return to doing maths I will just get a backache. Might as well camp by the computer first until my parents go out and buy me a new chair. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda spoilt these days… it seems as though my parents have morphed into some unknown creatures or something, giving me everything I want! “I need money”, and money is given, no questions asked. “I want to night study today…” and permission is granted straightaway, with my dad offering to fetch me back everyday. “zeh zeh stole my chair, can I have a new one?” “okay we’ll go buy it later”. “APEC is until 12 plus am everyday”. “okay, I’ll give you essence of chicken.” ??!!! HAHAHA I’m totally not used to their new niceness!! But moral of the story? Parents know when you really put your heart into studying and they’ll reward you for it! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been night studying almost every single day for 2 consecutive weeks already! And the usual night study gang will be ashlyn, steph, matong, Eunice and Ha(who have recently become really really retarded!! PTO: *matong looks over the railing* Ha: “quick jump down!! If you don’t jump down I can help you jump!!!” ??!!! ) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I realized that when I really want to concentrate, I really can shut things out. So night study (NOW. cant say the same for last year haha) is productive after all! PLUS we get to see polly almost everyday, niahahaha. xD double incentive for steph and I. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I feel as though the cj library is my second home seriously. everyday we go there as early as we can, chope our own big individual tables, and then settle down for the entire day to mug. And its good that those retarded pigs are around because when you feel super bored from studying you can just challenge yourself to act out mimes to each other without catching the library attendant’s attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha really damn a lot of retarded things have been happening these days, I’ve been laughing myself silly everyday and yet we all still do work, so it’s a rather healthy balance! (: I guess I do like night study after all! With the FREE GOOD FOOD and POLLY VIEW! Ahaha plus the retarded company. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cine yesterday and makaned at pasta mania and even took neoprints LOL. Finally got someone who understands what those annoying machines are trying to say since steph knows jap! :D haha and lots of retarded and HA-larious stuff happened as usual. Can’t wait for promos to be over and then we can really go all out to play and go crazy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE Anyway, promos are half over! And here’s my take on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GP:&lt;/strong&gt; uhhh okay I guess. I know I won’t fail, but I won’t score fantastic either. :/ sighhh and I was hoping I could do well for gp, but oh well. Stupid leaky nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chem:&lt;/strong&gt; haha this one was umm okay I guess, considering I did mug for it and for once I actually knew what I was writing. A few unsure questions, but other than that, not too bad, will pass okayly since my expectations are kinda low. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Econs:&lt;/strong&gt; ;_; GG. Really GG. And when I say GG, I really mean it. ;_; I will hit the ceiling if I even manage to get an S for this one. :( econs was really a mixture of the worst case scenarios. I was freezing during the exam, so I couldn’t write fast. Then I had a horrible stomachache and needed to pee damn desperately. Plus i didn’t eat breakfast and dinner the night before and my stomach starting growling like nobody’s business. And to top it off, I couldn’t keep my eyes open and even had a 3 minutes nap which didn’t work. :/ oh and of course, what I mugged for didn’t come out and the ones which I didn’t have time to mug came out. How suay is that seriously. :/ i didnt even mention the stupid demerit good damnit. all i talked about was chewing gum getting stuck on bicycle wheels so the bicycle cannot move, affecting a third party and thats why its a negative externality. -.- sheesh if I fail econs, it would mean that I have to pass bio WELL in order to promote. And THAT. Is not freaking possible considering I scored 12% for mid years. That’s it. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I would be feeling really upset by now, but the new optimistic me knows that there’s no point brooding over what’s over! So I just have to make the most of my situation now and see what happens. 所谓伤心也是过一天，开心也是过一天，不如天天过得开心？haha plus in the worst case scenario I can always appeal to promote I guess, provided I don’t do that badly overall. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the bright side of life! Tada,  dadadadada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, going to pray really hard and then do maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-465533916547883354?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/465533916547883354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=465533916547883354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/465533916547883354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/465533916547883354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/10/dong-bangs-on-kbs-world-haha-i-swear-my.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-4701178420188878445</id><published>2009-09-29T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:57:44.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night study at CJ is so different from night study at st nicks! haha but at least its productive and provides interesting views and stupid incidents to laugh at. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alriight anyway! i've decided to channel my remaining energy into being more cheery! have been feeling quite dead of late but its not good to show when you're unhappy and affect the moods of friends too! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway i really hope everyone gets to keep their 4H2s...! if there's one thing i really hate, its watching friends getting sad and not being able to do anything about it. :/ so i really really hope and wish and pray that they'll all do well enough to meet their own expectations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh my own target seems so trivial next to theirs though, all i want and need is to pass everything and i'll be content. it's definitely a lot more achievable than theirs and i'll work hard towards achieving my own goal -&gt; to pass everything and prove to myself that i'm not as stupid as i think i am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days.....? add oil!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-4701178420188878445?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/4701178420188878445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=4701178420188878445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4701178420188878445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4701178420188878445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-4818949288859281152</id><published>2009-09-26T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:49:03.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WR is finally over and done with!!!! steph and i rushed around like SIAO on thursday night after the APEC thing to look for a printing shop to print our WRs (differnt groups. if ONLYY we were in the same group..... ) but almost all were closed! and we started panicking before her parents sent us to a shop which was just about to close. thank god they were kind enough to help us print! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i really didnt know what to feel when we finally submitted the wr to ms tan on friday... all these months and months of hard work and editting and editting like nobody's business.... HAHA it'd sound exaggerated, but i really felt as though i cut out a piece of my oh so deprived brain to hand up... all that effort spent, but i dont know if what i give is what i will get. if i don't get that A, it'd be so unfair... sighhhhhhhh. if this wasnt a freaking A level subject, i would've hecked it a long time ago.. but, i want my A!! especially when unsmart people like myself probably wont be able to garner any for A levels. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banned from computer hereafter. going to chiong study for promos. i wont let PW affect my studies!!!!!! PLEASE LET ME PROMOTE PLEASE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-4818949288859281152?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/4818949288859281152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=4818949288859281152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4818949288859281152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4818949288859281152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6523602735796147080</id><published>2009-09-22T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:53:43.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, haven’t been updating for really long? These few weeks have been so hectic I think I’ve grown about a gabazillion more white hairs to add to my already existing ten thousand strands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School these days have been so stressful its almost unbearable. :/ haven't been able to sleep and eat well!!  ): i think  if not for the usual people around who can still joke and go retarded with me, I’d have been possessed by the looming stress spirits long ago. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pw has been snapping at my heels more viciously than usual since the deadline is just looming ahead. Our WR Is still far from done and I don’t know what else can be done to make it better!! Ms tan apparently thinks that the latest draft was QUITE good work… but I realized that some stuff from our pw task requirements are still not addressed! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn’t help that my studies are dying and I can’t afford to fail a single subject if I want to promote. :/:/ it’s kind of impossible for me to pass bio and that I’m really certain of. When I say I’m going to fail sth, I jolly well mean what I say. Heck, even when I think I MAY pass minimumly, I still end up failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I should be glad that my pw group isn’t near anywhere as bad as some other’s. character-wise, everyone in my group is nice. (: i can't say the same for others! sighhh poor steph. I’m glad it’s going to be over for all of us soon. Pw is causing too much strain to so many people! am so thankful that finally the end is drawing near. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy I shall stop feeling miserable and just put all the effort in extra mugging after pw ends. All the best to everyone else! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT RETAIN FOR NUTS. I WILL NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh jc life is so stressful, for so many people.... i slacked through the first half of the year, and enjoyed myself. now i'm slogging my guts out and i feel stupid for having slacked through the first 2 terms :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6523602735796147080?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6523602735796147080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6523602735796147080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6523602735796147080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6523602735796147080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6863110801155094031</id><published>2009-09-09T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:30:54.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1T32! ♥ &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sqe-OAHMlII/AAAAAAAAARA/IfTwzKDrtr4/s1600-h/AHAHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sqe9fpAzdPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NQVjGDjLlrA/s1600-h/YAY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379476631200167154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sqe9fpAzdPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NQVjGDjLlrA/s400/YAY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sqe8nizBGWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xu2qy71Ga24/s1600-h/Another+all!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379475667459053922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sqe8nizBGWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xu2qy71Ga24/s400/Another+all!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sqe8FnAe5II/AAAAAAAAAQo/_b9RY7HTkJ4/s1600-h/Everyone!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379475084473721986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sqe8FnAe5II/AAAAAAAAAQo/_b9RY7HTkJ4/s400/Everyone!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went for swensen's 1 for 1 ice cream buffet at ion yesterday! and that was probably one of the very few times when our whole clique was actually present. :D ahaha i love their toilets! especially their creaky soap dispenser and oddly shaped mirrors. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway just wanted to say thank you very much to those people who remembered about the day i popped out from my mama's stomach!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA especially to stef my old farger (SAMUEL KOK :D) and to steph for the ultra^billion willion sweet/cute photo book! ♥ its reeeeallly such a nice book that i cannot bear to think of it getting lost in my pile of shit. :O shall safekeep it so that i can look back at it years later and remember all the retarded stuff which happened at cj with ma awesome buddies! :D aww 1 year has already more or less zoomed by! on hindsight, i honestly think that 2009 has been a great year for me, and its all because of those retarded people. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalala shall continue this next time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6863110801155094031?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6863110801155094031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6863110801155094031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6863110801155094031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6863110801155094031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/09/1t32.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sqe9fpAzdPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NQVjGDjLlrA/s72-c/YAY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7623650461371866336</id><published>2009-09-01T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:52:00.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Its raining!!&lt;/em&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how great, just because i had my back turned to the balcony for what, 3 minutes, and now the whole place is flooded and my mam is going to fly home in a rage berating me on why i didnt do more to save her drying clothes. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, 天下的妈妈都是一样的，哦天下的妈妈都是一样的!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday was really awesome. the first trip back to st nicks in months was so worth ponning lessons for! (especially when the lessons are bio, gp and chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i stepped into the canteen, a decade worth of familiar faces floated around and we started screaming and hugging each other like siao. xD saw yiying the pig, jiamin and myra first and then slowly the rest of 4 truth appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really felt as though i teleported back in time to 2008 or something! haven't seen everyone in so long and yet it seemed as though nothing has changed except the multi-coloured uniforms (me= true blue all the way!) everyone was wearing now. vanessa was still her same old pink self, screaming "ah kok!!" at me in her princessy voice when i tried to mess up her now wavy hair. :P then stupid charlyne started whacking me on the head &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;. ah chua still had her bright white spects with her and yanlin was her sama sama chatty self.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up to our old 4 truth classroom again and took a class photo with everyone sitting at their original position last year. was damnnnn nostalgic, i could almost imagine miss poore or adrian wong walking into class again and shaking their heads at us. my old table!! and the beloved balcony beside the toilet where we always hid in to avoid mrs goh! ahh 4 truth i miss you so so much! ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just researched online about happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, the secret to a happy life? adopt a positive outlook to every aspect of life no matter how gloomy it may seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i shall try doing that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) its only freaking 34 more days to promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positive outlook:&lt;/strong&gt; its still a whole month to revise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) there are so many freaking things to edit for pw and apparently our points doesnt have sufficient substantiation of idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the bright side:&lt;/strong&gt; today is a holiday so i can spend a whole day to refine everything! and its okay cos the final submission is in end sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) my mid years were horrendous. it may play a huge part in deciding whether or not i retain. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the happier front:&lt;/strong&gt; it was a wake up call for me! starting to mug a lot harder than usual already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) chinese As are coming and i haven't been preparing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the positive side:&lt;/strong&gt; my chinese is not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad, can probably scrape through in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow they all sound a bit sarcastic. oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7623650461371866336?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7623650461371866336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7623650461371866336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7623650461371866336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7623650461371866336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-9087649103151869665</id><published>2009-08-29T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:12:30.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pants on fire, pants on fire..&lt;/em&gt; It went on repeatedly in her head, drowning out the voices and merry laughter of those around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chandelier above sparkled brightly, like a thousand stars stringed immaculately together. Wine glasses clanged, toasts were raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared right ahead, completely oblivious to her surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pants on fire, pants on fire.&lt;/em&gt; It continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutching her walking stick tightly with one hand, she clenched her other fist hard, turning her knuckles white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pants on fire, pants are blazing.&lt;/em&gt; It got louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the girl threw her wine glass onto the floor, sending a million shimmering crystals dancing across the room. Her dress turned a crimson red. Flinging her walking stick onto the ground, she burst out, "I'm not a liar! I'm not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise gradually diminished, the voices slowly drowned out. People lowered their wine glasses. An awkward, naked silence took the place of the initial buzz. An air of curiosity rose high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a woman stepped forward, with an elegantly coiffed bun but glasses askew. Her eyes were blazing and it was not difficult to tell that she was excited about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But darling," she murmured, "we never called you one, did we?" Her voice was saccharine sweet, and the smile she wore was broad, so very broad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops i was just bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-9087649103151869665?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/9087649103151869665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=9087649103151869665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/9087649103151869665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/9087649103151869665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6471704058107355961</id><published>2009-08-27T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:13:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit it's freaking freezing cold now. *shivers* and i'm wearing 3 layers of cloth!!&lt;br /&gt;if i get a cold now i'm going to kill the weather. 忽冷忽热， 怎么可以这样！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we had pe today and some stupid teacher almost made me stick out my tongue at her in disbelief. there i was, happily doing my aerobics and laughing away when she kind of yakked at me and banished me to the side, for &lt;em&gt;laughing.&lt;/em&gt; what the shit is her problem man, what's wrong with&lt;strong&gt; laughing&lt;/strong&gt;?! laughing makes the world go round, laughing makes a kid happy! oh and i know your butt is perky and all, but you dont have to keep waving it in front of our faces like that actually. just go to the toilet to shit if you can't hold it in and pardon me if my laughter had disturbed your poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehh, i'm home alone now again. sometimes i really have no idea why i hate being alone so much recently. it just feels so... lonely when everything is still and quiet. ...... like even when you swallow your saliva you can hear the "plub". okay, not the best example, but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeks i dont want the weekend to come! because weekend means pw means no sleep means panda eyes means mama scolds real bad means trying to catch up on work means frustration meeans bleagh. Lol but its true that there's no such thing as no time though, because we can always make time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now my new mantra is to make time for my revision/homework during the weekdays and make time for pw in the weekends. as for sleep...... i will make time for that in school. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor hao hao. what have you become now? you used to sing the cadbury song and spray "aqua" water at everyone, rub your nose on cardboard, annoy the heck out of everyone with your silly antics, switch on the nightlight because you were afraid of the dark, believe me when i told you i was friends with hermione granger and harry potter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now? you're stealing bicycles, threatening to kill your own mother and i dont know what else you intend to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that he'll sort out his priorities before it gets too late. i really don't wish to see him in a boys' home or worse still, a freaking mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA Its teacher’s day celebration at st nicks on Monday!! haha I really want to go back so badly, I miss SN like mice miss rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sheesh we have lessons on Monday! And idk if I should pon school or not. But I haven’t seen everyone in YEARS!! That should be reason enough to cook up a story and pon school to go back to SN. xD oh well I shall see first! If zijin and hilary decides to go back I shall too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niabo my sis is back!! HUZZAH!! can disturb her and bombard her with questions now!! Yahaahahha my mood is so retarded, i'm suddenly feeling deliriously happy now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6471704058107355961?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6471704058107355961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6471704058107355961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6471704058107355961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6471704058107355961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7818286417928408594</id><published>2009-08-23T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T03:11:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sectumsempra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could use the spell in real life, i'd curse all the mosquitoes in my house with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aargh pw sucks. it's so difficult to link everything together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-8056014701893931547</id><published>2009-08-21T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:29:26.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't taxed myself mentally like this for so long i've forgotten how it feels to be all stressed out about every single tiny little thing under the sun. the workload we have nowadays seriously make me want to tear out my hair (however little i have left of it). i really am trying my very best now, to study hard everyday, be diligent in doing tutorials, stay awake during lectures and putting in my utmost effort to write a good or at least acceptable written report for PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am still doing badly for tests and am once again, starting to fall behind in studies despite all my efforts to do well. i know that i have, at best, limited brain power and ability when it comes to academic issues, and when it comes down to the final hurdle of the year, the promos, the confidence i have of passing my subjects is zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it that i'm plain stupid, but for now i'll push myself to the limit if that's what it takes to pass promos and submit a final written report that i myself can be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-8056014701893931547?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/8056014701893931547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm this week has been kind of eventful in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashlyn had sharp eyes for once and spotted a spider web in all its hexagonal-shaped glory underneath my table. so ma tong decided to just shake all my things out and maybe find the offending spider amidst the pile of.... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and out fell food wrappers, plastic bags, books, papers, files, plastic bottles and a FREAKING BABY LIZARD, which was very ALIVE and KICKING. it caused quite a big commotion i regret to say, and nat and khalie practically hopped atop their chairs to escape the small brown thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking on the bright side, the baby lizard probably already ate up the offending spider which built a hexagonal-shaped web underneath my table, so there will be no more spiders to cause us distress anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking on the not-so-bright side, if a baby lizard actually existed, its mama must be somewhere around too right? and i just hate to even think about a big fat slimy thing crawling around and making itself feel at home underneath the host of tables it can find in 1T32. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and according to miss tan, the moral of the story is? Be neat and clean your tables constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this week's over-the-tabletop canteen conversations were seriously the most epic ever i swear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd lesson learnt in the week:&lt;/strong&gt; never EVER put ma tong together with jane at the canteen table if you want a normal conversation. with them around, everything just becomes warped and twisted omg. HAHA and it all started because of ma tong's weird theory on how hell should experience inflation because people keep burning hell bank notes like nobody's business. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeppp couldnt meet up with zijin again today cos of installation + my own laziness to travel so far so late! ;_; but i want to meet up with the assshit udder soon! got so many things to catch up on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and nicole is finally back from england! i hope her accent didnt thicken or anything. :D i want to talk to her and the old farger samuel k! haven't seen everyone in sooo long. :/ but its damn sad our schedules always clash. :( plus it doesnt help that i have such a rojak timetable when i have only a day where i can leave school at 3pm. ;_; sigh so shadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH my sister is officially off to lead a hostel life at NTU. i have no more maths tutor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i think it may be a good thing in the long run (econs eh!). because.. i think i am OVERLY DEPENDENT on my sis when i dunno how to do maths! then i wont even bother thinking and will just ask her when i encounter only a slightly challenging question. alright now's the time to train my own brain (rhymes) to think! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-607259302074121551?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/607259302074121551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=607259302074121551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/607259302074121551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/607259302074121551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6199253955996684662</id><published>2009-08-10T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:39:32.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mam: " There's a cow in my fridge!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HUH??!!"&lt;br /&gt;Mam: "YAA pink colour one! "&lt;br /&gt;Me*walks over*: "CHEY! thats my laughing cow lah!!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad *walks over*: "what! got cow laughing at you is it! tell me where! and papa the policeman will go and catch her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL seriously, my lauging cow was a CHEESE BOX. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is 44! a few more years down the road and its time to be a grandmama. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh im kinda curious about the number of people who actually stood up ramrod still to recite the national pledge yesterday at 8.22pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mam and dad practically dragged me to my feet to say the pledge. but for all the propaganda over the years for patriotism to our country, i can actually honestly say that i really AM proud of my country. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;anyway we floated down to ikea after national day celebrations on friday! gosh their food is really good but expensive......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and we started playing with everything we could lay our hands on, like all the random rocking horses and dunno-whats. then the kids around us kind of gave us evil glares since we were stealing their toys. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ikea, they always have the weirdest and most interesting things around! then it feels as though you are in some sort of crazy palace exploring dungeons or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh speaking about dungeons, i think if i ever have the chance to build my own house in the near future, i'll build it all dungeony! muahaha and have this big projector/screen where i can watch all the horror shows i want. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:yw@p"&gt;yw@p&lt;/a&gt; after that was major "cheat our feelings!!" apparently there was no need for us to be there but we turned up anyway. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the bright side, the kids were really well behaved that day! seriously i have no idea what they ateto warrant such good behaviour, but they didnt even scream much and most of them just sat there quietly listening to instructions! wow, a first. and when kids are well behaved they are really cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this kid called ah-choo who was super cute and kept hitting my leg. ahaha then she told me she was speaking funnily because she "TEETH PAIN!". chao ke ai lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph ma tong and i went down to Toysrus after that! and i wanted to bring so many of the toys home! we started playing basketball and frisbee with each other but it was epic fail. ma tong was hilarious omg, she spun one whole big round on the spot with the basketball before she kind of fell on the fell on the floor, like PLONK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw many different kinds of toys and it was childhood-relivingish! reminded me of the first 6 years of my life when i was living at my aunt's house because my parents didnt have time to take care of me. from what i could remember i think i was kind of spoilt. whenever i wanted something, all i needed to do was to open my mouth and ask for it and Voila! the very next day i'd get it. that included everything from talking teletubbies to big bouncy balls to board games to big plushy toys to whiteboards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to cry each time my parents brought me home on sunday, because as opposed to the strictness of my own parents, my aunt and uncle and cousins were very much lenient with me, so much to the extent that i preferred them to my very own parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow i guess i really miss those days. it is great being a kid and not having to bother about anything other thinking of what other toys to add to the collection. it'd suck to grow up into a full blown adult and have to bother about everything under the sun. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha and i miss scrabble a lot. and my team mates!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh i'm such a pro at long-windedness and randomness!!!! if this blog post was a GP essay, i'd have gotten a big fat U straight in my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6199253955996684662?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6199253955996684662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6199253955996684662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6199253955996684662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6199253955996684662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-floated-down-to-ikea-after-national.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5839634082323190259</id><published>2009-08-08T23:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:32:32.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha am super happy now! because i've finally finished the first draft for written report on saturday night! ahaha took me like 3 whole days to do just that measly draft. man it sucks to be a perfectionist at this sort of stuff, because after a while you realise that no matter how hard you try, it will never be perfect (DUH). xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow it was national day celebrations on friday, and i wonder if anyone else noticed that there's an unsightly bulge on the national flag made of balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently according to grace, it is the art of her class. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-LA51WskI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ib_-6OZd68Q/s1600-h/P1010322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368162128489787970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-LA51WskI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ib_-6OZd68Q/s400/P1010322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the specties unite! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-K6MI2MUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GWy4jLJ4tYo/s1600-h/P1010323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368162013144297794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-K6MI2MUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GWy4jLJ4tYo/s400/P1010323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-KzfaA6SI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W2ophpDU2s8/s1600-h/P1010329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368161898057492770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-KzfaA6SI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W2ophpDU2s8/s400/P1010329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing Bubblessss (alliteration muahaha xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-KXxyWZmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XrTNbO9COd0/s1600-h/P1010343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368161421955065442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-KXxyWZmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XrTNbO9COd0/s400/P1010343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Backrow clique!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368160909939338018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-J5-YSayI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Zy0gw4dfm28/s400/P1010336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL the stoutest guy above was the annoying one who scolded me for bad attitude! AHAHA i have your picture now, MUAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-JaXhJ-aI/AAAAAAAAAPw/X0zhN-uXDw4/s1600-h/P1010333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368160366931605922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-JaXhJ-aI/AAAAAAAAAPw/X0zhN-uXDw4/s400/P1010333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our flag made of balloons! i wonder if it really managed to break some guiness world record thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5839634082323190259?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5839634082323190259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5839634082323190259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5839634082323190259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5839634082323190259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_9788.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/Sn-LA51WskI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ib_-6OZd68Q/s72-c/P1010322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3909374924196849820</id><published>2009-08-08T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:40:09.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i’ve decided that i really need to get this out of the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one thing if your figure of speech is undesirable but you are downright nice, because niceness makes up for almost every other fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is another thing if your figure of speech is detrimental and you are utterly, completely and blatantly rude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt that a normal person in the right frame of mind would be so vulgar and crude as to yell at a bunch of people that they are a human genital part shaped in the letter F (something along the lines of that, i don’t exactly wish to stoop to the level of saying the exact words explicitly) for but a minor matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but seriously, a human genital area? And it is supposed to be funny? Sorry, but even Mr Bean can milk more laughs than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And everything just screams Inussy loud and clear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, no matter how tolerant a person is, there is always a line you should never cross. &lt;em&gt;Overboard. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3909374924196849820?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3909374924196849820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3909374924196849820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3909374924196849820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3909374924196849820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5252744027575586271</id><published>2009-08-04T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:40:40.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me *&lt;/strong&gt;decides to say something qian bian to ma tong during class*: "EHH don't you think that humpty dumpty is damn retarded??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ma tong&lt;/strong&gt; *glares at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: " you see right, just because he fell off the stupid wall, one whole bunch of king's men and even their horses decide to try to put humpty dumpty back again. what sort of big shot is humpty dumpty seriously! he's just an EGGG. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ma tong:&lt;/strong&gt; "the difference is that humpty dumpty is a TALKING EGG you stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ma tong is just retarded lah, since when did the nursery rhyme even IMPLY that humpty dumpty talks. all i could see from the illustrations was that he has a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our recess talk today was CHAO RUBBISH OMG, even more rubbishy than usual!! i have absolutely NO IDEA (hehehe ashlyn's going to MURDER me if she ever hears me say no idea again after than stupid saga xP) WHY in the midst of all that eating we suddenly decide to talk about umbilical cords and then about giving birth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid ashlyn thinks that both THE BABY and THE SHIT comes out from the same hole when a mother gives birth. such an asshole. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha jesslyn laughed till she cried; i think i will get my long awaited abs if we laugh like this everyday, provided i dont die from lack of oxygen first, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm ashlyn and i were having a normal conversation (for once) during GP, and i really think that we all build up barriers (econs what the heck xD) accordingly to who we are with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the less we like someone, or the less we know about someone the more likely that we'll put up more barriers while facing them. and then as we slowly get to know someone better, the number of barriers will start falling one by one and we will find it easier to communicate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people's barriers take a long time to get torn down, others take only a short while. i think though, that it's good for the outermost (not electrons omg chem!) barriers to be flexible and maybe even filmsy (sheiding effects omg), but it is best for the innermost barriers, the ones closest to the nucleus, to just remain where they are, because in that way you'll always have a certain form of protection for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well and i can't believe i'm down for GP remedial. GP!!! in other words, ENGLISH, which i have never scored below a B ever before. stupid stupid stupid. i mean, it's not chem, nor bio, nor even math, its GP, ENGLISH, my supposedly not that bad subject! aargh if there's one thing i cannot stand, its going for english remedial. i don't even know why i'm ranting about this, but whatever it is i'm not going to attend just because i wrote out of point for my essay and the teacher marked only 6 lines of the entire thing. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5252744027575586271?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5252744027575586271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5252744027575586271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5252744027575586271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5252744027575586271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-292123057962907532</id><published>2009-08-01T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:37:54.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfathomnable</title><content type='html'>......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recap of the week! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehh more and more and MORE people are falling sick in class and missing school! and natasha has got confirmed H1N1! wahh miss tan needs to be careful man, and protect her little baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm and i've no idea what's wrong with me these days but i seem to have lost my poor dear appetite! and because of that naughty hypothalamus or whatever it is which controls the appetite, i haven't been eating much and lost about 3kg since our last height and weight. :O or maybe its just because the weighing machine at school and the weighing machine at home measures differently LOL. i bet my machine at home forgot to measure a 3kg part of me or something.... and i highly suspect half of my brain weighs roughly 3kg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha for the beginning 2 days of the week ma tong, steph and i were trying hard to be muggerish and stayed back at the canteen to do work and discuss questions after school! wow seriously, if anyone were to take a video of us before mid years and then another video of us after mid years the difference would have been quite a bit i think. xD and now my stupid tablemate ashlyn is starting her 180 degrees turn to become slightly muggerish too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on wednesday we had interact meeting, which was super slack. :O throughout the whole time we were just talking rubbish amongst ourselves and playfighting with jane and chanel or something. lalala and i realised something, i can be quite rude to people i don't like..... so maybe that was why that mr san person said i had a bad attitude that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and that day when we were walking on the CJ overhead bridge to go makan, i kinda did something stupid (what else is new ;_; ) but to cut a long story short, it is all ma tong's fault!! and steph's too. xD see, if ma tong didnt plant the idea of playing with plants on the bridge and if steph didnt run away when i tried to fling some plants into her face, that poor ang moh female teacher wouldn't have become my target of abuse. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was holding the plant in my hands when i realised that the person i was aiming at (to my horror) was not steph!! aargh i was honestly stunned and did the first thing my mind told me to, which was "LET GO OF THE BLOODY PLANT YOU ARE HOLDING". and then BAM! it whacked the GP teacher straight in the face and she scrunched up her face like a contispated bird. yikes i apologised so many times to her okay!! but she just dao-ed me after glaring and rushed for her bus. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway this is kinda random but i just cannot get over ashlyn's lack of brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ma tong:&lt;/strong&gt; *mumbles something about insurance during our usual chatting session at SD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ashlyn&lt;/strong&gt;: "oh ya ya! my father buys insurance for me! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "oh, then how much is your insurance??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ashlyn:&lt;/strong&gt; "uhm i cant really remember, i think about a hundred thousand plus a year! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "*stunned* ...................... so your insurance costs tens of thousands per month........................"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ashlyn:&lt;/strong&gt; *chirps happily*: "Yah! isnt everyone's??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ma tong *&lt;/strong&gt;stares at ashlyn incredulously: " ashlyn, just go and die. die now, and give me all the insurance money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL seriously, where got insurance so much one??!! ashlyn you think you made of gold ah!! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i was clearing my phone inbox today and read messages from way back last year which somehow just managed to remain in my phone for so long. haha and i finally deleted many messages i originally kept. heh i guess keeping them in my phone and rereading them would no longer hold much meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i miss 4 truth so much!!!! everytime i think about the pink classroom and the stupid things we did together at the balcony with our nest of ants just makes me feel sad.. its like all i can ever take away from there now are just mere memories which runs the risk of disappearing altogether in the near future. perhaps then i would no longer even keep in touch with friends i was once close to, and perhaps then i would no longer even care. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i miss truth! even with the many cliques, i could go crazy with almost all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's my dear old buddy zijin whom i can talk to about the most random and stupid things under the sun and then laugh our asses silly. and then i can also always rely on her to lend me her HUGE supply of horror DVDs whenever i feel bored. xD AND she'll always listen to my nonsense and is damn funny in her own sarcastic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's ah chua, my fellow car racer and suaning buddy whom i haven't spoken to in long but i really miss her and her whacky ways so much!! (LOL i realise most of my close friends are all retarded in their own ways!) PLUS i miss how she'll always nag at me day in and day out to study hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's hilary, also my tuition buddy whom i can discuss with about all the dramas i've ever watched! ahaha and i'll kinda always remember how the both of us ALWAYS fall asleep during history lessons no matter what seth tan does. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yanlin too!! my bickering buddy! we always quarrel/fight with each other like crazy and she's super retarded and funny even with her mood swings HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jiamin!! she's really such a nicey and i always love studying with her and em tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and charlyne!!! goodness that stupid woman loves to hit my head ALL THE TIME. i swear she's got some violence issues. :P ah court!! wo de liverpool tong ban!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vanessa! the pink lady whom i love to suan! her glares are HILARIOUS MAN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zhuwei and roxanne my cca mates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jazreel the one who taught me how to cycle together with hilary and yanlin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yiying my tablemate who loves drawing on my paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jf and jia whom i played bowling with and registered my worst ever score of 36 LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh seriously i miss truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i think actually i'll miss CJ and the blue classroom after i graduate too, even though i'd only have spent 2 years as compared to the 10 years in st nicks. but in the decade at st nicks there were 1 or 2 years in which i was pretty unhappy, but i'd like to think that my 2 years in CJ will be all happi-ish!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe half a year has away gone by so fast! the remaining 1 and a half years will zoom by even faster i bet. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes the thing about blogger is that there are no cuts so i am just bombarding my whole blog page! ahaha but the good thing is that this will not appear on anyone's friend list and the only people who read this will be those who CHOOSE to, HAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think my dad is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad:&lt;/strong&gt; "*mumbles something*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "huh? what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad:&lt;/strong&gt; *yells*: "SUPERMAN SUPERMAN WHERE ARE YOU!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad &lt;/strong&gt;*staring at my computer above my head, breathing deeply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; " yucks! you breathe so hard then all the hot air go onto my head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad:&lt;/strong&gt; ".... i breathe???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;*spots something on dad's nose* : "why your nose like that one??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt; *covers nose defensively* : "like WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "it's black! and it looks a bit out of shape!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh! i see! SIAO ZHAR BOR!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my mam is even weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mam &lt;/strong&gt;*looks at wall*: "AH JIAO, AH JIAO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "huh? who's ah jiao?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mam &lt;/strong&gt;*looks over at me* :"i dunno leh. i make up one."&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mam:&lt;/strong&gt; *looks back at the wall*: "AH JIAOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "who's that!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mam:&lt;/strong&gt; *looks over* "a tv character!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "oh cheyyy! which show?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mam:&lt;/strong&gt; "i don't know lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mam:&lt;/strong&gt; *walks away* "LA JIAO LA JIAO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; *gives up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i think i have a deprived childhood or something but i love looking at the toys at kiddy palace!! ahaha and steph's adopted dolphin from there is damn cute too! ahhhh junsuuuuuuuu!! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-292123057962907532?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/292123057962907532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=292123057962907532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/292123057962907532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/292123057962907532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/08/unfathomnable.html' title='unfathomnable'/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-2098962473479991645</id><published>2009-07-30T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:38:45.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its time to fa a bit of xie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarggh been feeling super duper freaking tired these days. i practically have to drag my ass out from bed every day and splash cold water all over my head before i can even partially open my eyes. and then i'll ride in my dad's car to school like a total zombie :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really try my best to keep awake throughout schooltime though, but during bio tutorials i'll just switch completely off and doze off like nobody's business. and no amount of prodding and poking from jesslyn wakes me up for long LOL. xD i need to borrow eunice's electric shock thingy to wake myself up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiiish. im beginning to feel a little sick of chionging work everyday and doing all tutorials in advance. its just so not me. :/ but i guess i dont really have much of a choice when i want to promote so badly. sigh beggars can't be choosers. will just have to bear with this for at least 3 more months and cross that hurdle first i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my class has been coming down with all sorts of bugs and illnesses and fevers and headaches and what not. nowadays almost 1/3 of the class is absent from school. must be the sickly season or something, with the addition of H1N1. kishan is now probably a suspected case of it. hmm i wonder what will happen if *choi* our whole class comes down with fever or something, judging by the way the fever bug is rampaging around our class now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: "wah you got classmate H1N1 ah."&lt;br /&gt;mam: "yah her classmate suspected"&lt;br /&gt;me: "uh no la its just his sister confirmed case actually....."&lt;br /&gt;dad: "when you go to school remember to cover your mouth okay...."&lt;br /&gt;dad: "Oh and your nose also, play safe"&lt;br /&gt;me: ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a nigging suspicion sometimes my dad just wants to murder me as subtly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's crazy shit energy sapping these days, but i still love the back row!! &lt;33 all my fellow retardererdees xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-2098962473479991645?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/2098962473479991645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=2098962473479991645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2098962473479991645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2098962473479991645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3860507537383950589</id><published>2009-07-26T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:56:25.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARGH I WANNA GO WATCH LIVERPOOL TONIGHT AND SEE TORRES/CARRAGHER/AGGER/REINA/EVERYONE!!!!! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrr how i wish i were some rich ass who can afford to buy tickets/training passes to see them. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3860507537383950589?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3860507537383950589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3860507537383950589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3860507537383950589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3860507537383950589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_1845.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6076882751851318864</id><published>2009-07-26T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:51:11.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder how pandas and humans manage to ever link to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first type eats bamboo shoots while the other eats anything and everything under the sun. yet humans have the luxury of looking like the former once they don't get enough sleep and pandas will forever just look like themselves. where's the fairness in that? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the parent-teacher meeting yesterday went a hell lot better than i expected it would! haha mainly because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) steph told sharon tan who later informed my parents that i've been studying a lot harder of late and even "having a positive influence on my friends to study" LOL. ( i love you step!!! &lt;33 :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my parents thought that the entire layout for the parent-teacher meeting seemed "fun" because its like some mass gathering of doom at the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) sharon tan was nice and told my parents that i generally pick up things pretty fast once she explains them to me and that i take initiative in my studies by consulting her for chemistry. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) my mother met her long lost friend (after the parent teacher session) whom she queued with to buy Hello Kitties 9 years ago(aka weiling's mom) and was quite happy. xD (Lol and weiling's mom couldnt recognise me anymore cos i used to be super fat last time, and my own mam was grinning away happily since she was still recognised, which probably means she hasnt really aged that much since 9 years ago ahaha :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) my parents have probably seen me mugging a lot more than usual ( usual in my case actually means none at all xP) so they decide to not be so harsh on me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butttt that didnt stop them from yelling at me the very first time miss tan showed them my mid year results slip. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mam and dad (simultaneously): "WHUUTTT??!!"&lt;br /&gt;me *wince*&lt;br /&gt;sharon tan: " okok, before you get angry......"&lt;br /&gt;mam: *glares at me* "i'm very very angry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes thank goodness miss tan was being very nice throughout to calm my parents down! im seriously going to continue doing my chem tutorials regularly in advance. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, thank heavens its all over, my parents can be really difficult to deal with at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm was reading sumiko tan's article this morning and as usual, i think her column is very thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the ultimate key is finding happiness is just to lower our own expectations. we shouldn't go around "looking" for a happy life, but rather, try to find the joy in every single little tiny thing we do daily. maybe going to school could be stressful, but it is exactly such stress that spurs us on en route to future success. going to school may also cause us to sacrifice our precious sleep time, but i always think that having fun with buddies in school more than makes up for that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they say in econs, there is always an opportunity cost in whatever choice you make. but rather than harping on the opportunity costs of our every choice, we should just focus on the benefits of that choice itself and feel happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what though, there'd definitely be people who are generally happier in nature and also those who are more susceptible to bad moods and depression. in the end, everything lies in each individual's mindset. you can choose to poke fun at sombre situations to lighten atmosphere and laugh off bad experiences or you could also wallow in self misery and harbour grudges against people. the only difference the 2 behaviours make are your own emotions. so why allow ourselves to make our own selves unhappy.. we have the power to make ourselves happy too and take complete control over each and every situation we face. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala shall return to doing maths. i think i kinda suck at differentiation but oh wells, shall just go and practice more questions. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6076882751851318864?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6076882751851318864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6076882751851318864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6076882751851318864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6076882751851318864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3765482993173080321</id><published>2009-07-24T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:43:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha so im finally back to blogger again after a million years like i predicted i will. xD am more used to blogger i guess! plus i dont really have to worry about spamming my f-list and can type all the rubbish i want in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee im super scared about the meet the parents meeting tomorrow! i hope reggi dont rat on me that i talk a lot in class or something, because i will be in deep shit once my producers from birth hear about it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this entire week has been a super tiring one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday after school was spent discussing chem and maths with ma tong, ashlyn and ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was the start of cca again after a damn long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was spent exploring town with ashlyn and ma tong for steph's super belated present! haha and we had a hard time agreeing on what to get her because ashlyn and i had different opinions from ma tong, and the shop keeper was climbing some weird ladder at that time and kept staring at us weirdly LOL. especially when we asked him to help us open changmin and then decided that the pictures inside were kinda not very nice xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh and tuesday was probably our clique's unluckiest day in college so far man!! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&gt; Re-enactment:&lt;/strong&gt; (oops a bit too long eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it all began one fine day, when due to poor car servicing, the clock in ma tong's car was 5-10 minutes slower than the actual time, and 5-10 minutes in the morning makes a hell lot of difference in whether you make it to school on time or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then somehow or rather, she reached school late and ez link kenna confiscated by issaac lim (however you speellll it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently he was super busy to the extent that ma tong could only collect back her card at 5pm. -.- so we actually &lt;em&gt;studied and did work &lt;/em&gt;while waiting for that hour (gosh first time i ever chose to do productive work rather than mindlessly disturbing people xD ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when ma tong finally collected back her card at 5 plus, ashlyn tried to dance her way through the gates of doom outside the PE office and managed to escape from a normal Pe teacher, only to run straight into the HOD of Pe, who is waaaay stricter than the rest. he kinda stopped her victory dance with a hockey stick and some weird thing overcome me and i decided to be clever and hid behind a pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad choice, really bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so both ashlyn and i got caught for short skirts (and mine really wasnt very short... its probably just because i tried to hide in the pillar then he thought i zuo zei xin xu or sth ;_;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started exclaiming indignantly that my skirt wasnt short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad move, really bad move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher, some sun dunno what person, got kinda pissed at me and asked both of us for our Pe teacher's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i obeyed the first thing my head thought of and told him very happily that i had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sparked off a whole slew of yellings from him about how i "had a really bad attitude and that i am no longer in st nicks, i cant do as i like". :/ duh i know im no longer in st nicks, you didnt have to tell me something as stupid as that. and dont be silly, i cant do as i like in st nicks either. and the teachers there are a hell lot funnier than you even though you kept grinning as though you thought you were ron weasley or something. i know your teeth white la, and maybe you honestly think you've a good sense of humour when you ask me dumb questions like whether i wanted to see how many people you've caught today and how many okays i've said to you already, but you should've just told me what toothpaste you used. not interested in your mundane life, sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and huh bad attitude... thats just my way of talking what. oh well. plus i really had no idea who our pe teacher was. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol and when we reached the council installation place at st ignatius church both hui thong and esther kanna caught for short skirts again. only steph managed to escape unscathed. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee but at least polly was there, made installation slightly more interesting, especially towards the end lalala!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me *starts humming funeral song in the middle of class*&lt;br /&gt;ma tong *glares at me* : "you continue humming that somemore and the next time you hear this song again will be at your own funeral!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL stupid tablemate. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me, a few weeks ago some weird middle aged woman sat beside me on the bus and told me in chinese that she wanted to commit suicide if her boyfriend didnt return to her. she was dressed super provocatively, and she's what, 59?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she passed me a phone to help her call her boyfriend. wahh i freaked out like siao lah. somemore i was sitting on the inside, trapped like a mouse. :/ and she just kept rattling on and on and on about her life story and how her boyfriend dumped her but how she will still love him for the rest of her life. i pray that she doesnt go off and do silly things after that bus ride. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have i ever mentioned that pizza hut's desert cake is super good!!! LOL its really damn goodddd! and i love pizza hut's cheesy cheesy cheese!!! :D plus its a good place to relax. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH and i kinda suck at arm wrestling! over my many years, i've never won a single arm wrestling match before!! then today also lost to both steph and ma tong!! HAHAHA i should go lift weights and train my arm muscles and get rid of the excess fat! still cant believe i gained 4kg since the last height and weight. :///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTM tmr, DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3765482993173080321?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3765482993173080321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3765482993173080321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3765482993173080321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3765482993173080321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-8984244651788044152</id><published>2009-07-18T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:41:11.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recaps</title><content type='html'>.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala i realised that i really haven't been updating on my life for quite a bit, so i shall pull out some study time to type random stuffs in case years down the road i suddenly have a blinding urge to recall what went on in my jc life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june holidays were really the bomb!! finally kboxed again after a damn long hiatus, finally had time to cycle again like the good old december holidays and finally plucked up the courage to hack off my super long hair. not that it really matters, now that it has more or less all grown back again and is currently pissing me off cos it always takes damn long to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i went bowling with backrow too! Lol was really damn surprised at how much i improved from my previous games. the first time i ever bowled brought me uh 36 pinfalls for an entire game. xD three times more down the road and i finally hit the century with 116 pinfalls which is super good for me already! (hehehe i specially remembered the number so i can boast to people muahahah xP ) and everyone was so hilarious, steph and esther even invented backward bowling or sth, cant really remember. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aargh still seething over the fact that our khao lak trip was cancelled!! it'd really have been fun going with the T17 girls and ma tong and steph! rahhh, waiting impatiently for promos to end and maybe sign up for another ocip trip with interact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh yeah and i watched super a lot of dramas during the school break! (whatever happened to studying for mid years then. LOL D:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mei Chan No Shitsuji&lt;br /&gt;- Gokusen 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;- Bloody monday&lt;br /&gt;- Atashinchi No danshi&lt;br /&gt;- attention please&lt;br /&gt;- boys over flowers&lt;br /&gt;-nobuta wo produce&lt;br /&gt;- dragon zakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to love jdramas more and more, especially since they're only about 9-12 episodes long and i can easily finish watching them in just a few days. xD anyway i thought atadan and bloody monday and nobuta were really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially nobuta, it really made me think about what i want to accomplish during my last 2 uniformed schooling years and what were the really important things we're supposed to learn in school. is it really just the studying and getting good grades? or is school an early gauge of how you'll deal with life in the future, does it form your perceptions on how you view life? i would personally think that going to school and making friends would be one of the best parts of our life even after we grow old and start reflecting on the past. the friends you make as a innocent child or an ignorant teen will probably be the ones who will accompany you all the way. i find it hard to believe in the possibility of making true friends in working environment, or even the university for that matter. by then, competitiveness would have gotten to a point so high that it will probably de difficult to wholly trust a person anymore. but when that time comes, at least i will know that i still have real friends whom i can always turn to, friends made during school, friends who will genuinely support and encourage you with their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of that, i really want to make the most of school now. i want to be crazy and happy everyday with my equally crazy friends while i still can, and i want to look on the bright side of everything and not let unhappy bouts of emotions blemish my last few hundred days of real schooling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's not new at school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma tong and i still insult each other like siao, i still bang into poor ignorant teachers at staircase cornerings, steph is still fangirling over dbsk and yoosu especially, ashlyn is still as greedy as ever, my results still kinda suck (but im okay with it already hehe xD), chinese A level oral has just completed (hozzah! but stupid dolly though LOL), i still say the stupidest things at the stupidest times, i still can't really hear properly, i still have weird ideas every now and then concerning the classroom and maybe other stuffs, ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's&lt;em&gt; new&lt;/em&gt; at school. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph ma tong ashlyn and i have made a pact to do tutorials with penalties and it's really working for us (except ashlyn the stupid pig as usual =D ). ma tong and i have turned into hardcore muggers for the time being to catch up on all our lost studies, and i guess most of us have started to pay a lot more attention during lectures. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when it comes to results, it sucks to get vowels, except for A. and for that matter, my midyears read BEESUU. LOL no longer the same as polly's and im just relieved about that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having weird dreams these days, but i'm just glad of their existence to be honest. because in dreams you can do stuffs you have never done before in real life. you can fly, you can be a completely different person living a different life, you can experience being casted a spell on, you can "die" without really dying, you can stab people and they dont really die, you can pee all over the place and nobody will give a damn, you can jump further than a head lice and it'll be normal... it's like a platform of life away from the real world, our very own fantasy land. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe most of the times we dont get to control our dreams, but this is exactly where i see the fun in! in dreamland we're like characters playing out a storyline dictated by your brain, you, being the character, dont know whats going to happen next and what's going to befall you. you might end up getting a nightmare, but you may also end up having the funniest and sweetest dream ever. aand all dreams are different and unique. sometimes it really makes me very curious, i want to maybe open up my brain to see all the different plots they've stored inside its hard drive. that'd be fun! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is getting really long and disorganised for my future read but heck. haha i caught harry potter yesterday! with ashlyn, steph, ma tong and eunice. we could only catch the very frontest row seat though, and our poor necks suffered. but ehh i guess harry potter would have been good if i hadnt read the book 3 times. but having read the book, the movie is in no way comparable. ah wells, i guess we cant really expect much anyway lah, since they had to squeeze a 600 paged book into a 2.5 hour movie. even though the potter movies never do fit the mental image i had in my mind when i first started reading it in primary 2, they are still wildly entertaining i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fighting! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-8984244651788044152?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/8984244651788044152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=8984244651788044152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8984244651788044152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8984244651788044152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/07/recaps.html' title='Recaps'/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1955770204716239116</id><published>2009-07-15T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:04:53.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh everything is finally sinking in and i feel so lost, i dont know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly dont want to retain, please don't let me retain. But judging by my mid year results it seems highly probable now. Maybe it's only a matter of time before i get that dreaded letter of expulsion or something. And its perhaps no coincidence that i've scored exactly the same as a current J1 retainee's previous mid years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been plagued by bad results ever since sec 3, and i should be kinda used to it by now. but the mere thought of promos is enough to freak me out, because being retained is such a big thing. it'd feel really sucky when relatives ask you about your A levels, only for you to reply that you're still in J1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh what the heck, why have i become so down. i need to stop these stupid pessimistic thoughts man. can't possibly go to school with a long face and infect all my friends with bad aura. :D need to get my butt up and be my crazy and happy self! after all, i can always look on the brighter side no matter how dim it may seem now. Like what cindy said, whats over liao jiu dont care liao, brood also no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha PLUS, its not only 3 months left, there are STILL 3 months left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in hardworking mode/gear. dunno if it'll overcome my stupidity, but can always try!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1955770204716239116?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1955770204716239116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1955770204716239116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1955770204716239116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1955770204716239116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-33125781986520880</id><published>2009-07-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:11:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet nobody comes here anymore, but wow it has really been years since i last typed a post on blogger! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest blogspot blog blog, you've been sorely missed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i feel kinda sad now, but i figured that rather than wasting time churning out long emo posts on bad results like i've always done, i should make use of the time instead to go and mug. cha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-33125781986520880?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/33125781986520880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=33125781986520880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/33125781986520880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/33125781986520880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-637446573781527268</id><published>2009-01-07T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:44:15.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>........&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG. latest news: Os results will be released this coming monday!! OMG DIE. meet my doom meet my doom meet my doom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-637446573781527268?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/637446573781527268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=637446573781527268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/637446573781527268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/637446573781527268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1768803525831404960</id><published>2008-05-29T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:27:10.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STABS BLOG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this time, it's for real. but only because i'm moving to lj. sighs. i should shut lj too, then i won't be tempted to type stuffs when i feel bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nvm, i'll wake up at 8.30am tomorrow, to make up for a slackery day. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jubilate's tomorrow! and my last session with chinese tuition teacher - until next year at least. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1768803525831404960?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1768803525831404960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1768803525831404960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1768803525831404960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1768803525831404960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/stabs-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5214532911267763551</id><published>2008-05-26T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:57:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be brave and switch to lj and leave the horribility of blogger. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;MOVED!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegliderr.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://thegliderr.livejournal.com/&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/13804954-5214532911267763551?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5214532911267763551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5214532911267763551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5214532911267763551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5214532911267763551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_5468.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3915685840540634163</id><published>2008-05-26T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:05:55.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay one paper down. 8 more to go. but it's a start! the journey of a thousand miles begins with a begin step. so lets take the first step together, and reach the end with the results we hope to achieve. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whew. now the fate of our first O level paper is sealed. it could even probably be on its way to the marker anytime now. what's left will be the oral and listening. i NEED to start digging my ears and drink honey to sooth my scratchy voice! dang, i thought my bao zhang bao dao was the best piece i've written for a long time. if only i could take my essay home. xD ying yong wen was a bit slipshod though and i was quite sure i sorta screwed MCQ compre. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok its high time i stop harping about that. i'm getting sick of typing "Os" over and over again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so now i shall get myself busy changing to LJ(because SOMEONE asked me to xD). shan't shut off this blog though! it's been with me for 4 years! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;afternote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THANKS FOR ALL YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3915685840540634163?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3915685840540634163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3915685840540634163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3915685840540634163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3915685840540634163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7745198850498693752</id><published>2008-05-25T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:54:47.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 words: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINESE Os!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cofirmation Slip (check)&lt;br /&gt;- Transparent Pencil Case (check)&lt;br /&gt;- IC/EZ link (check)&lt;br /&gt;- Electronic Dictionary and Book Dictionary (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i realised that my posts these few days have been dominated by chinese Os and nothing else. but i'm really freaked about it and can only talk to the blog since my voice still hasn't found its way back into the throat yet. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bella:&lt;/strong&gt; stop belittling yourself! haha you'll get your distinction FOR SURE. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zijin:&lt;/strong&gt; you silly ninny, i KNOW you read my blog. :D haha thanks for ahem, "caring" for my welfare with your constant messages and phone call(s) AND scolding me for not taking care of myself HAHA. you're really naggy but a great friend too! &lt;3 anyway, your chinese has always been superb! JIAYOU AND GET THAT A1!! xD ( you'll scold me again for blogging i'm sure. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v mak:&lt;/strong&gt; sec 1 tablemate! your chinese is good too! continue being "excited" and you'll surely do well. all the way! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;belle:&lt;/strong&gt; i know you read my blog too haha. remember our "pact" after Os! anyway, GOOD LUCK and all the best for tomorrow's chinese!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek i need to calm my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last night i had the terriblest dream of my entire life and it all began with a backpack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;in my dream, i carried a hideous looking backpack to school and found out that we changed seats again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this time, i was isolated in a corner all by myself because the teacher forgot that i existed. in less than an hour, everyone in class either stopped talking to me altogether or were extremely nasty. zijin and hilary would exchange looks of confusion with each other whenever i came near and they would then stare me down with penetrating glares. bella shot me pitiful glances now and then but even she refused to come anywhere near me. jf ignored me when i tried talking to her and even commented in a scathing voice to another classmate that i was a pathetic loser and she didnt know who the hell i was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i then tried calling the ever trusty stef but she rejected my calls countless times. even xinying and belle started avoiding me like the plague. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then, it was recess and for some stupid reason i heard the announcement wrongly and thought it was the end of school. so i picked up my ugly grey backpack and lugged it around when it finally dawned upon me that it was only recess time after all and i could not escape from the nightmare and go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sprinted back to class and threw down my backpack, only to see posters telling me nobody remembered who i was, i didnt belong in the class and that i should just get the hell out of this school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i was so shocked when i saw those posters that i got jolted back to reality on my bed feeling extremely sad and depressed and troubled at 6.30am. spent 10 whole minutes on my bed wondering what i had done to step on everyone's toes when i had always been so careful dealing with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took me yet another 5 minutes before i finally realised that the green chunk above was just a terribly terrible and bad dream and that my friends are more or less still on talking terms with me and that chinese Os are just tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really think too much. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall start on my intensive memorization of chinese phrases now. off i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided to switch to lj next week. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7745198850498693752?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7745198850498693752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7745198850498693752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7745198850498693752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7745198850498693752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-words-chinese-os.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1524978615002231355</id><published>2008-05-24T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:08:26.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;ok this is IT! in order to stop feeling zi bei, i've come up with a new resolve for myself and this time i will definitely stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, i will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- halve my time spent at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;- blog only on fridays and/or sundays.&lt;br /&gt;- drag myself out of bed at 8.30am every non school day ( this one will need some getting used to.....)&lt;br /&gt;- go to sleep at 11.30 latest MAX&lt;br /&gt;- stop stoning at my table spinning the darned pencil and instead, do PRODUCTIVE work.&lt;br /&gt;- take power naps of 15 minutes in the afternoons WITHOUT hitting the snooze button repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;- the maximum number of times mary had a little lamb can be played is 4 in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already, things are looking brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-despite still having to pop 7 pills 3 times a day, my fever is permanently Gone For Good.&lt;br /&gt;- despite losing my ability to speak, i can croak and still be understood.&lt;br /&gt;- my headaches bade me farewell and i can now read my chinese fan wens without plonking ice on my forehead 78.6% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;- my parents (mother at least), were perfectly understanding of my recent results and was actually more concerned about my improvements than the overall grades. :)&lt;br /&gt;- miss poore said that i was making "vast improvement in both maths" and that i should "keep it up" and continue "working hard".&lt;br /&gt;- i have a family who cares about me, even my retarded sister, who prepares ice for me and gives me panadols to pop.&lt;br /&gt;- i have friends who are really concerned about me, who messages once every 3 hours to make sure i'm fine and some who scold me when i decline to go home from cca. :D&lt;br /&gt;- encouragements are raining, and i feel warmified by that. xD&lt;br /&gt;- my dreams are coming back in full force, with their usual plots and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIANT SLAYING MENTALITY, here i come to look for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to Zijin &amp;amp; Bella: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JIAYOU FOR CHINESE Os!! WE'LL DO IT! 100% distinction for 4 truth chinese! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 more days. i believe we can do it. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1524978615002231355?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1524978615002231355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1524978615002231355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1524978615002231355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1524978615002231355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-2976275455461942795</id><published>2008-05-23T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:26:42.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is terrible. i shall make use of this white box here to complain. :D my throat and nose is killing me, my temperature just rose up to 38 degrees again and i probably have to pop panadols and say hello to my dear bed again. -.- i HATE my bed now. have been stuck on it since 5pm yesterday and only left it at 1pm today when my mam decides to go accompany my dad to meet the teachers. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be memorising chinese phrases now but zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was last day of term 2! got back PPR, which sucked to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wong: "your results are average. but, are you happy with average?"&lt;br /&gt;me: " ....?! duh not. who will be happy with average??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did improve from term 1 but when you get 23 for term 1 and still don't improve, something's terribly wrong. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of having the worst grades in class for almost everything. i'm sick of listening to how i'm going to "REGRET" not studying hard enough by the baby boomer generation. i'm sick of feeling disappointed with myself for everything. i'm sick of disappointing my parents time and again despite their encouragements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother just messaged me: "hi, your e maths got A1 and papa's eyes brightened up straightaway, jiayou!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn, am really sad now. mam and dad, i'm really sorry for always disappointing you guys. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of thursday was spent battling a weird headache but got sorta cheered by emily chua's sweet and cute warm fuzzy in the form of a one and a half page long gong han letter telling me how "ah kok is a good racer" and to jiayou to get my chinese A1! xD siyan and roxanne also wrote a note to "use my ah kok prowess to get the A1!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the encouragement, thank you 4 truth! you guys are so sweet and nice! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch jf's juniors' colour party after school before going to the library to enjoy the aircon. found bella "in a corner" and we talked crap about twilight and yada, before throwing worm infested pillows around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinying: "i really appreciate your pillow throwing skills, but just so you know, they're not exactly the best around......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bulk of cca after that was spent in a corner with bella reading and memorizing chinese stuffs, as well as "taking part" in the library election. weiduo and txy came back but the latter was too busy playing ping pong downstairs to come up at first. so played some funny puzzle game with weiduo and her friend and she started suaning me again, as usual. sheesh, red badges are all seriously mean. :D i fail at rush hour man. weiduo and her friend took maybe 30 or 40 seconds to solve the puzzle and i take what, 3 minutes and still get everything jumbled up lol. :/ afterwards got forced by weiduo to call txy to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came up after that to pass me her history notes, which was filled with really weird pictures haha. thanks! then they both started going to their school webs/ class blogs and commenting on how txy looks like a guy playing soccer and how black she's become. apparently, weiduo is currently being "chased" by someone and txy is "attached". HAHA, sure. who are those suay people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, turns out kuan is the president and puisan vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;went back to studying chinese with bella and head started throbbing like mad, so whipped out my ever trusty thermometer and stuck it under my tongue. 38.8 degrees! haha bella started scolding and nagging at me about how i should go home straightaway and zijin messaged me, telling me that she'll "tell roxanne to do something" if i dont go home straightaway. was quite funny, the way they got so agitated when there i was, sitting calmly at a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up going home by myself because parents were too far away to fetch. crashed in bed for hours on end, popping panadol after panadol, water after water and ice after ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go sleep again haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-2976275455461942795?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/2976275455461942795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=2976275455461942795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2976275455461942795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2976275455461942795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3594118650088575988</id><published>2008-05-21T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:42:16.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an exerpt from my sis and i's conversation through the toilet doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "meow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "i'm SORA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "QUACK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "QUACK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "QUACK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: "QUAACK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "QUUUAK! QUACK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;Recount on monday's retardity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sis runs into my room one too many times*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; "the next time you run into my room again without any rhyme or reason, i'll kill you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sis pulls a face and runs out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know, sis is at my door again grinning from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "you said you wanted a rhyme?? i can give you one! here goes: IM A LAME OLD DAME WITHOUT A NAME OR FAME! there you go! i gave you a rhyme!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me *exasperated*&lt;/strong&gt; : "NO NO! i meant i wanted a REASON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ya! my reason for coming in is to entertain you with my rhyme! now i'm leaving, without a rhyme!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;after a few seconds, i saw a green shirted figure float into my room again from the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "HELLO MOTO! want to buy toto?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me *exasperated*&lt;/strong&gt; : "NOO!! i don't want to buy no TOTO! ok this is IT. i'm changing my mind. you cant come in unless you seek my PERMISSION, so no more rhymes please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; "you CANT change your mind! not when i find the idea so fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; ".......... -.- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea. NO IDEA what i did in my past life to deserve such a mad sister. now, she's currently behind me dancing to Mika's Lollipop. seriously. if i hadn't known better, i would've thought her 40.6 degrees fever a few days ago destroyed her sanity or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for all monday's boringness and lack of stuffs to do, tuesday was surprisingly okay-ish. lessons flew by quite fast, skipped lit unseen prose test because chinese girls get exempted from all tests for one whole week! shuang! xD sat beside lijia and did maths throughout the whole lit thingy. apparently, the passage's got something to do with breadcury or something. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think amk hub's security guards are really what's that word, vigilant. they don't allow people to sit on the floor because this will make hub look like an airport of all places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kino with jf to get her knm book in english after that and popped by art friend to get her charcoal and she's currently broke all over again. HAHAH who ask you dunno how to save! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played some balancing game on the mrt with her and i realised that my balance is not that bad after all! hah seems like my forebrain is quite active! ok SHIT i cant remember if its really the forebrain that controls balance AHH. molly/jf will kill me, after all their constant drilling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way home, this terrible smelling bus farted about thrice right in our faces and destroyed 2 branches worth of plants. terrible bus. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was relatively fine even though linear law was so DRY and that summed up a pretty good tuesday for like once! haha i have a nigging suspicion my better mood's gotta do with the lack of library action that day! and the company probably. :) jf was annoying though! she kept pestering me to go to the library with her for "dunno what reason" and she yelled my name a million times! sheesh i bet khong heard it and wondered why i ponned comm meeting or something haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue badge is currently planning farewell stuffos and they're SO not discreet about it haha. still wondering if i should do anything/what though. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;today was (insert word). headached thru ss and failed at english compre, which was terrible. a wong treated us to drinks! he's seriously a pretty nice though eccentric form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no i cant believe i'm here slacking away when all the chinese O levelers are probably mugging real hard. but it has always been my mentality that chinese studying cant be done last minute-ish so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zijin and bella wants to do a mock prelim 2 on friday and get zj's mother to mark the papers for us but i'm really too lazy to go. gee, now they're gonna start becoming my mother-ish and start nagging at me to study again sheesh. xP okay, i'll umm do what i can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school walked to tau huay with em chua and choryi. was hilarious and we took so many unglam shots of each other gobbling tau huay with the white stuffs stuck on the mouth. :D em chua commented about how childish i was when i picked up the sword to play at the bookshop and she went : "you're so childish! this is so like what your dear ex tablemate will do!" HAHA childish ex table mate begets childish ex table mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear em chua has terrible hearing too. for all her skills at racing cars with me, she cant HEAR for nuts. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deciding if i should go for cca tomorrow or not. after all its voting day! :D official step down muahaah. and maybe red badge coming back...? maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3594118650088575988?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3594118650088575988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3594118650088575988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3594118650088575988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3594118650088575988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/exerpt-from-my-sis-and-is-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3186966601232485087</id><published>2008-05-18T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:59:35.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SDAsPapf-0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/D8PtT5rbh7M/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201706212975967042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SDAsPapf-0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/D8PtT5rbh7M/s400/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;woke up 2 hours earlier than usual today because my phone started screaming mary had a little lamb at 10am. it was the morning call i forced jf to make and surprisingly, it got me up and kicking by 10.10! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;realised that the whole world at home disappeared without me and scavenged for food before i found a hideous looking face sitting in a breadtalk plastic bag on my table. i think my mother sort of secretly likes food with faces imprinted on them, no matter how terrible or weird it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the world came home at 11 and my mother was so impressed to see me awake, she started gushing. haha sheesh, to them even ELEVEN is early for me. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;spent the rest of the day reading chinese articles, slogging through chinese close passages, doing some emaths tys, flipping thru some electrolysis worksheets, napping and finding songs. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;met with jf on saturday and went to her house again. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-did chem/chinese &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-got distracted a little by the computer&lt;br /&gt;-threw 2 mentos sweets in coke and this was what we got. sheesh, so much for the explosion! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202790245541608274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SDQGKapf-1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/5Q_Jl99aIRw/s400/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;- bio-talked, which was really quite effective because i can still remember what the hindbrain, forebrain and midbrain does! (ok sort of) :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm if one day humans manage to use 100% of their brain power, the world would be a scary place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3186966601232485087?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3186966601232485087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3186966601232485087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3186966601232485087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3186966601232485087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/bread.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SDAsPapf-0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/D8PtT5rbh7M/s72-c/DSC00484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-2363490901675038983</id><published>2008-05-16T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:26:45.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio lessons these days have been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, we've learnt that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the brain is a lollipop&lt;br /&gt;- the brain is soft&lt;br /&gt;- it melts when we touch it.&lt;br /&gt;- to kill a rat, all we have to do is pull the tail and head at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chinese tuition teacher praised me today, for the first time in like a million years. she actually said that my prelim zuo wen was well written except for one twisted paragraph where i probably got penalized quite a bit for. :D AND today she actually commented casually that i was a lot more energetic than usual and that i should keep it up haha. for the record, i didnt even FEEL like falling asleep at all throughout the 2.5 hours, as opposed to my usual dozing off every 5-10 minutes that she needed to poke me/force me to wash my face to wake me up. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's some pre O level symptom, but i really really want to do well for chinese, sciences are practically goners in my case. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my tuition teacher said that people who like to wash their hands all the time is probably either suffering from pressure or is insane, and she looked at me quite meaningfully after that. i would prefer to think though, that the person just likes cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then started telling me about school, about friends and how i really must work hard if i don't want to end up feeling disappointed or regretful next january. again, the topic went back to how friends made in Secondary schools will be the best that we'll ever have and we should treasure these friendships while we still can now. dang now i'm in a reflective mood again, but somehow i find the things my tuition teacher tells me about a lot more meaningful than anything that's said by the school teachers. it feels more personal, and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-2363490901675038983?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/2363490901675038983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=2363490901675038983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2363490901675038983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2363490901675038983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-8849552237326134730</id><published>2008-05-15T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:59:35.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put paws in water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SCw_H6pf-zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ew-9PKv3CBc/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200601074941033266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SCw_H6pf-zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ew-9PKv3CBc/s400/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is retarded. my mother just popped by the computer and plonked a bowl of soup on the table and said to me excitedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mam:&lt;/strong&gt; ser, look in your bowl!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me *sees a fishcake swimming in the soup. it adopts the shape of a mouse, with nose, mouth ears and all*:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! that's a MOUSE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis *skips out upon hearing slight commotion*&lt;/strong&gt; : OMG! i had a mouse fishcake in my soup just now and it looks like you! so i named it seline straightaway and guess what! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; uh. what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis *looks at me incredulously*:&lt;/strong&gt; i SAVED THE WORLD and ATE seline DUH! need to do my part in ridding the world of evil. but i bit off the 2 ears first since it doesn't matter either way; you're deaf. then i nibbled off its forehead. again it didnt matter, since you don't have a brain. ........... trust me, it tastes DAMN GOOD. *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dad *decides to be funny and chips in*:&lt;/strong&gt; YEAH!! mousey ser! it looks just like her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for minutes after that, my mam and dad couldnt wipe that happy smirk off their faces. my dad was practically grinning so much i think he thought he'd just made the funniest joke in the entire world by likening me to a FISHCAKE MOUSE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, seriously, my parents ought to thank me for bringing smiles to their faces. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. we got back our chinese prelim papers on wednesday and to be honest it was better than i had expected and bella and i started going on and on about how we underestimate and belittle ourselves too much. xD a sucky gong han (so much for gong han club lol) got pulled up a little by my bao zhang bao dao, and an average B3 mark for paper 2 got pulled up by oral. on track for A2 if i do well for my listening compre i guess. hopefully this means i wouldnt do that badly for the REAL chinese Os on 26th MAY!! :/ *crosses fingers* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to jf's house after maths' number patterns and it was fun as usual! xP i love her house and her cake bed(it's really so cakey that once you sit on it, chances are your butt won't ever feel like budging again :/ ), damn nice and cosy! except for the fact that her room gets freezing cold at times and mean-feng refuses to share her huge pillows despite having about 3 or 4 of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;diabloed a little and we started laughing like shit over jf's laziness and my oh so clever antics at getting my characters killed and taking 2 hours or more to complete 1 quest which jf takes about 20 minutes to complete or something. i fail at speed!! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did maths after that and even attempted a shot at doing chinese comprehension with jf! started reading chinese to each other and it was weird, but amusing. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home and found out that txy's vj soccer team got champions! haha good for her! CONGRATS MAN! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sis won a pair of free golden village movie tickets AGAIN. she's seriously lucky! but hee i'll be watching the show with her anyway. xD i realise we both get free stuffs all the time, how cool. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we kickstarted today with gurung's lessons on contraception methods as well as her take on marriages, whereby we learnt an "important" lesson, which is to "never criticize a man when he does housework", otherwise he wont even bother to even lift a finger next time. NO WONDER my dad is such a couch potato. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cca after school was hilarious! played four person scrabble game with puisan, ruth and garwai for quite some time before being joined by renyue towards the end. gossiped, talked crap and koped songs all the way without realising that roxanne was having a hard time dealing with other difficult juniors. :o if they want to be mean about duties and stuff, just go straight to the teachers! :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway ruth said jiamin told her about the rooftop garden shit HAHA wth. have fun picking up poo at the zoo, roof! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puisan asked if i will still continue talking to blue badge after we step down. hmm of course i will! haha what are computers and mouths for? oh man much as i detest comm duties and all, i still like my cca and the people in there. think i'll miss library's crazy banterings, dirty couches, endless gossiping, scrabble boards and whatever memories i have of the place and the people for 4 years after stepping down. :/ shall reminisce about it properly after i really step down. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my MOUSE fishcake is currently drowning in the soup. i'm glad for all the other ingredients in the soup that's currently making it float. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha seriously, i'm grateful for all the friends i have now and i love you all to bits and pieces for always being there for me! everything will probably change 8 months down the road but i'll just be really glad you people gave me all these terrific memories to treasure in all my life at st nicks. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-8849552237326134730?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/8849552237326134730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=8849552237326134730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8849552237326134730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8849552237326134730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/put-paws-in-water.html' title='put paws in water'/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SCw_H6pf-zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ew-9PKv3CBc/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-8757360974515936159</id><published>2008-05-14T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:44:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omf. i FAIL. its close to 1am and my mind cant function for nuts these days. i freaking typed this for my ss graded due tomorrow: "source E supports and depicts a portrayed man bowed over wearing the singapore national flag and from here, we see tell that depicted man is portrayed and depicted as ptiful as can be seen from, "source E is from the chairman of feedback group."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH i only sobered up when i shocked myself badly rereading that small chunk. haha it seriously didnt make any sense at all! but i guess thats what i get if i doze off at the computer table. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh HAPPINESS. i finally finished the damn assignment after like 1.5 hours or something. actually didnt intend to do ss at all, but talked to jf and her new study oriented self on the phone and boom! i found myself banging my fingers on the keyboard typing the words "source" over and over again. really sleepy now but just want to type a short post before the 'rents start hounding me once again for my lack of sleep = terrible grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, today wasn't that bad a tuesday. in fact, i sort of liked it because it was so productive! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off the day with my mother particularly and abnormally obsessed about the state in which my uniform was in and starting inspecting all the creases on the blue pinafore. turned around to face the opposite end of the lift to avoid the intense scrutiny and my dad went retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad*looks curiously at the spot i was staring at*: ser ah, why are you looking at the wall?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh because the wall looks pretty today.&lt;br /&gt;dad*nods head vehemently*: YEAH! i think so too! look, there's an extra black spot here today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*both stare intently at said black spot for seconds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad*prods black spot*: it looks like a housefly.&lt;br /&gt;me: its a moth obviously!&lt;br /&gt;mam: WHERE IS THE BLACK SPOT. i dont see a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*door opens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and dad: yay! lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was terrible! didnt know how to answer almost everything and spent the bulk of chinese lesson complaining about it with v mak, my ex ex ex ex ex ex table mate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished up 1st maths and some of english with GHC at balcony during recess and for once, GHC was productive oh gosh. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was speeeellling like the good old primary school days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca today was just counting attendance hours all the way with jasmine and vanessa under my supposed wing. and everything puisan said somehow sounded to me like farewell preparation HAHA. you guys better make a nice byebye for us k! xD go start planning! use up all the library funds! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amaths tuition was alpha beta all the way. surprisingly i finished the questions 'octaves' before most people and sorta breezed through them!! :D i like amaths tuition these days, at least provide me with a confidence booster unlike school, where i will probably get L1R5 20 and above again sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng- B3 (hi. you used to be my best subject throughout secondary school.)&lt;br /&gt;chinese- B3 (ok this SUCKS. my best subject failed me. &gt;:( )&lt;br /&gt;e maths- A1&lt;br /&gt;a maths -B4&lt;br /&gt;Lit - B4&lt;br /&gt;Comb Hums - B4&lt;br /&gt;Chem - C5&lt;br /&gt;Bio - C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents will hit the ceiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-8757360974515936159?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/8757360974515936159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=8757360974515936159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8757360974515936159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8757360974515936159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7460691754698920705</id><published>2008-05-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:55:32.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 2am++ for almost 3 consecutive nights reading books/thinking and experienced the full brunt of it on friday. went to school with barely there eyes listening to miss rockey talk about kidnappers and other scams. got kept awake only by bella's contant jabbing of me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cme was mrs gurung's 20 minutes of fame talking about marriage and contraception methods, which we will, probably only experience about some decade later or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dozed off through maths and chem and surprisingly i still heard most of the lessons anyway. xD tried desperately to catch some sleep during recess as usual but GHC members kept forcing me to do chinese otherwise i can "kiss my A1 goodbye". HAHA THANKS man, you guys sound just like my mother, especially em chua, nag and nag. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during bio, molecules spawned a whole new string of mollquotes, which include how the "BRAIN IS LIKE A LOLLI&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POP&lt;/span&gt;!" and that the (insert term) thingy at the back of the neck is super sensitive and "one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can die already." recently almost everyone's been calling me kok and its quite amusing how one kok can do so much. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm seriously rambling now because i need to hurry and scoot off the computer before my father wakes up from his nap on the sofa and start yelling at me again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back maths paper that day and it was terrible. my first B4 in this whole term! and to think in sec 3 i'd be satisfied if i even got a C5. &gt;:( sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked the long way home after school to reflect on everything and figured that the root of all my academic problems doesnt really lie in my overslacking but rather with my too many hours of sleep. i freaking wake up at 12pm every non school day and nobody will bother waking me up. &gt;.&lt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we mother-dayed lunched on saturday at a dim sum shop because my dad was all: "it's inflation now. everything's going up and up. so. we've got to save while we can." AND he kept a solemn and straight face throughout. you can never go against my dad's wishes if he manages to keep a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a strawberry cheesecake for mam on impulse (YES mean-feng, i KNOW what you're gonna say) and went home to SLEEP! (oh surprise! -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday involved buying a gift for a distant friend and meeting up with jf later. we then went to PS and found lots of coincidental coincidences in that place. DAMN funny. :D went retarded at the toys section of carrefour fantasizing about how lucky the kids are these days to have such cool toys/spy gadgets. seriously, they can shoot stuffs at people just by attaching some weird random thing onto their arm and write invisible messages to each other, how cool is that. okay then again maybe its just me since i have a toys deprived childhood and lived mainly on BARBIE DOLLS and my sister's really really ( REALLY) creative and innovative story plots on love traingles and stuffs between the barbie dolls) anyways i LOVE looking at toys, can seriously spend forever in ToysRus without feeling bored. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doodled like mad on the "etch a sketch" board and failed miserably in writing on it. jf drew a really cute thingy with my name and someone else's on it and i didnt shake it away. -.- 10 years down the road, i'll probably still see the thingy with my name there unless some itchy handed kid decides that he can draw a better one and shake it away. ok "shake it away" sounds stupid and i really need to build up on my vocabulary to express myself better in words. too bad we didnt see any alphabet machine where you can just keep pressing "F" and "U" and giggle yourself crazy without anyone giving a damn. xD thats my sis and i's favourite toy in ToysRus because hey! there's a TOY that swears! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;action city has a really cute toy rubber bread and thinking about it now makes me feel like eating bread, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally bought jf's mother's cheesecake (again! haha) and bumped our way through the mrt. now i feel like eating cheesecake. this is bad, i'm becoming a glutton. heh, random outings with my ex table mate is always fun. we talk about and do so many retarded and weird stuffs all the time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE today was largely spent bouncing balls and keeping balls away from partner. poor hilary broke her nail and we spent a long time in the toilet trying to figure out a way to wrap toilet paper around said finger without glue/tape. gave up in the end and continued bouncing balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was stay-in-class time again and jf jiamin and i had a freaking hilarious conversation about gardens on the roof and stuff. they started messaging the red badge and i decided that today must be a "message ex senior day". so randomly messaged txy and she's mean as usual, turned it into a "bully ex junior day". tsk, months at vj certainly didnt do any good to her niceness(if it ever existed :D) anyway, jiayou for soccer on wednesday! you guys will win even though chelsea didnt. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had english mock oral after school and adrian wong spent close to half an hour per person giving constructive and personalised feedback to everyone. whiled the time away emulating handwriting, talking about victoria beckham and how strawberries are a TREAT to her with jf suwenn choryi and listening to jf's most-played list on her ipod. after that went to night study at her house and diablo-ed a bit before doing chem, ss and fighting over pillows. :D i love her pillows man! they're so huge and huggable! started leaning on her after the wall started being annoying and hard and almost fell asleep. -.- sec 4 life is tiring. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;265 came quite fast and didnt zoom past! that rhymes by the way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's tuesday. tues-day. sighs. &gt;:( long day ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7460691754698920705?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7460691754698920705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7460691754698920705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7460691754698920705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7460691754698920705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1200084939829729351</id><published>2008-05-08T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:01:52.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shutting you down for a while yet i don't feel like shutting you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. tuesday was so mundane and terrible. was in a stony/reflective mood the whole day and the lessons which zoomed by were terrible, considering we had triple maths lessons. totally lacked the energy to tolerate constant(almost) arguments over minor stuffs during recess and decided to just stone in the balcony with ghc president and bouncer. got reminded of the fact that bloody chinese Os is just about 2 weeks away! bloody hell, i desperately need that A1. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca was ForTheWorse. :/ tuesday comm meetings are terrible when the mouse cannot come out to play in the absence of the cat. spent almost the whole time with yellow badge comm and khong discussing about potential blue badge leaders and i just whiled away time listening to how this one can make it, that one cannot make it. occasionally chipped in and spoke up for some blue badges when i couldnt take the boredom anymore. zhuwei, roxanne and i were speaking up for a certain blue badger in particular. xD juniors were spying on us through the glass doors as usual and i tried making weird actions at them to entertain myself even though they obviously failed to notice. khong gave me a look. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we're supposed to assign the potential leaders some tasks and gauge how well they perform and shit. have no idea how that's going to be useful/helpful/whatever. cca politics are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out that tuition was cancelled after messaging hilary! that meant no funnysome talks to lighten up the day/mood. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was loads better! started off the day being caught in the heavy heavy rain because my dad refused to fetch me to school. was amusing looking at how some schoolers danced and butt-shaked with their umbrellas when they thought other people weren't watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school with soaked socks and went barefooted throughout the whole morning. luckily jf had an extra pair of socks and my poor cold feet got saved! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practiced napfa during recess with jf and jiamin and jumped like a million times on the black mat for sbj. goodness knows how badly abused those poor mats are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omf. after school was THE REAL THING. i started worrying like shit over sbj when i knew i shouldnt be. but four year award was at stake! started crumpling my yellow paper as is tradition over the years doing napfa with belle and overdid it this time. it was practically in tatters and the ink on the paper was running off terribly. :/ brenda tan looked horrified when she saw my paper teehee. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was super pissed for inclined because once again, cca pisser came back to me and PLUS there was an extra teacher hovering above making me and nat chen do the pullers over and Over and OVER again. at least TELL us we're in the wrong position before we start doing like ten-ish over. :/ did 12 for C and dropped. jf hit her c and nat chen and jiamin decided not to do their inclined at cca pisser station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuttle run was jellyish! had to run twice before i got my A and my legs started jellying. sheesh. i seriously seriously NEED to strengthen my legs! oh wells. at least this time i didnt run into another person's lane and pick up their bean bag instead. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit-ups was okay. did 32 for A after jiamin counted backwards for me, which sorta worked. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbj was next and it was seriously shiver-worthy. was so freaked about failing to hit the mark that i started crumpling my paper like some horrifyingly abused fishball. first jump was 170-ish but it was faulted because i fell HAHA stupid weak legs. xD second jump was 166 and i was so glad i finally hit the mark that i almost sank to the floor in relief. wtf am i so bothered about a jump i have no idea. :/ mood changed immediately though when a classmate jumped and didnt hit the mark. we were both sort of aiming for the same thing and it sucks that i finally got it but she didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit and reach was low A-ish and then it was all finished. whew. 4th gold secured. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked with jf and jiamin after napfa and somehow ended up talking about their scandals and the old sec 1 days. Hilarious mann! omg i'm cringing at the thought of my sec 1 days again yuck. it definitely wasn't half as bad as theirs for sure but it was so... NOT ME. ew. okay at least i wont ever see those people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a really amusing confession talk with jf on the bus to macs and i still can't believe i told her what i told her! there goes my supposedly squeaky clean record. shan't elaborate, its freaking embarrassing. xD we were so engrossed talking about stuffs that we practically MISSED OUR STOP wth. anyhow, old memories resurfaced and i realise i'm missing those times again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macs study session(on the pretext of night studying) with jf was fun as usual. xD the sofas was comfy enough and the place was empty/secluded enough to study dy/dx in. we binged on 2 packets of big fries and 12 freaking packets of garlic chilli and probably accumulated thousands of unwanted calories. jf became mean-feng again and childishly fought with me over garlic chilli! -.- spiders got brought into the picture ONCE again because i was damn sure an orangey black one landed on my arm while we were reminiscing about stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressed a little and calculated our napfa scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 sets of fingers fly across 2 calculators*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1o seconds later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jf: omg guess what i got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me*at the exact same time*: omg look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jf: 26 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 25 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jf: holy shit! those are like our index numbers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA cool. i swear numbers 25 and 26 are sacred numbers or something. this is so not the first time our 25 and 26 got coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we did quite a lot of maths but as usual, i depended a lot on her trustworthy mathsy brain. i guess my biggest problem for maths though is lack of speed, AND concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked home with her at 10pm-ish because i didnt feel like walking back alone through the spider park. had amusing talks with mean-feng which somehow led to boobs and anime. we seriously spend the most retarded times together sometimes. anyway the stars at her house's PATCH were terribly many but we really had to STOP and STARE before we could see them. xD we heard frogs croaking like it was the end of the world. it could easily reach a hundred decibels i bet. ok maybe exaggerating a little but wadever. the croaking was seriously damn loud and for all we know, it might turn into a monster prince or something. and they came from the drain. freaky much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly 265 came super fast that day! and i just went home and zonked out/ didnt touch math much anymore. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was ok! cept for a maths test, where i forgot to divide the equation and couldnt get the answer for a 9 mark question fick shit. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recessed in the balcony again with bella and xinru and sarah and we had fun locking people out of the classroom. charlotte was even singing to be let in HAHA. in the end, clever bella and me made sarah go out to open the door and we pretended that we weren't in the balcony at all. :D so sarah received the brunt of 4 truth's fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i love receiving letters anyways. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca was FUN! haha huipin, jme, ruth and i were supposed to be practising scrabble but we practically turned it into a gossiping and eating session under the table. had loads of fun poking fun at each other and ruth and i had to go off to the canteen to replenish our food supply. they realised what a pig i was and ruth was terrible to me as usual. was trying to hide behind her to eat but she freaking moved away and doris tan/roxanne saw me popping that big piece of food into my mouth i think. :/ so much for being the vp and maintaining order in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sheesh, retarded scrabbling session man. but at least it was fun. been awhile since cca was even tolerable. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1200084939829729351?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1200084939829729351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1200084939829729351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1200084939829729351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1200084939829729351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1641190526885540192</id><published>2008-05-05T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:23:38.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its really sad how we forget stuffs so quickly. what could once have been a major event the year before could just become a blur in an instant. likewise, people you've been really close to can become strangers in such a short period of time and after a while, these things/people don't really matter that much to you anymore because they just get replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me wonder if a year or two down the road, would we just forget all about our secondary school friends and go our own ways in the new jcs we get allocated to. guess its human nature to forget but that's what makes it really sad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that hardly made any sense but i've been reflecting more than usual these days and random stuffs just pop up in my head which are pretty much unexplainable in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother just went to the balcony and commented about how she could see 7 stars today. and now, according to her, every time she closes her eyes, she sees stars. uptill now, i have no idea if that was just a figurative pattern of speech or did she really mean it literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had chem SPA on friday which was sucky to the core. i screwed it up (what else is new) as usual and mrs hoo even commented to me after the spa about how "you almost burnt the wire gauze by shifting the bunsen burner to the side!" according to bessy, the whole class apparently had to suffer from a lack of fan in the sweltering heat due to my slowness in evaporating the magnesium chloride salt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was :DDD !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up from my first night in my own room and arranged an impromptu study session with mean-feng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashed at her freezing room as usual and i was desperately and frantically trying to claw more pillows to warm myself up since her room was like an ice box and she meanly refused to share her pillows with me. hmph. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did dy/dx! and her magnificent maths brain came into use at just the right times! xD ending result was quite productive as we did a bit of the worksheet poore flung at us as well as the old, trusty TYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jf has a really cool keyboard and she's been learning nice songs on it. AGAIN, she's making me regret ever quitting piano in the first place gah! i'm so going to start practising my soon-to-be-rotten piano as soon as i dig up some time when the 'rents are not at home to witness my sucky playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we succumbed to the call of the stomachs after a while and went to Macs to have a bite. ordered mcnuggets, upsized coke and 2 large fries, which probably all added up to about thousands of calories. okay not that i really care that much about calories, but it's fun counting them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jf was diligently doing maths (surprise!) whereas i mostly just stoned around, flitted back and forth the counter to ask for MORE GARLIC CHILLI SAUCE and ordered more food. we freaking finished TEN whole packets of the sauce at one go and i had this nigging suspicion that the man or woman at the counter recognised us, which was bad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall it was seriously quite productive and i'm amazed by myself, since i'm such an easily distracted person. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the place at nine over pm and the walk to the bus stop was hilarious as usual, and somehow or rather, spiders once again found a way into our conversations and affected our actions, aka us almost being knocked down by both the bell-ringing bicycles as well as the headlight flashing cars just by talking about those famed spider beings. i have always thought that spiders are  sacred creatures who can influence the lives of people around them since they have 2 extra legs and all but obviously, nobody ever believes me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean-feng was being mean again as usual all the way till my bus came and whisked me to the hot "comfort" of my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was seriously so mathsy but quite fun too! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was a total bore in contrast. i think i'm suffering from insomnia! okay anyway got berated by my dad about how terrible my grades are and they're still not improving and shit. i think i struck a raw nerve unknowingly so he sorta flared up and started accusing me of everything under the sun. oh well. at least i have my own room now and can lock myself inside for the whole day in a silent protest to his unfair judgements. :D maybe not unfair since his accusations are pretty much true but just.... i dunno  never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had bio spa today! screwed up full time. thanks man. one blow after another. i found out after the experiment that we were supposed to measure the lengths of the seedlings but i measured the lengths of the freaking roots instead! WTF WTF WTBF! thanks, fail for sure. plus i didnt have time to finish the thingy and i was so freaked i started trembling non stop throughout the last 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough about all these horrible spas. over over over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school jf and i abolished our usual study plan to watch iron man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zapped home for a while to retrieve my TYS plus $ and witnessed a funny scene of my mother offering jf milk and biscuits and her declining madly. :DD showed off my new room to her and even mean-feng admitted that it was really neat! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played the ancient piano for a while and AGAIN AGAIN, i regret quitting piano sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iron man was more or less enjoyable! just really really precdictable with a pretty disappointing ending. jf was laughing at weird parts of the show and i just HAD to poke her and punch her to shush her up. seriously, she links everything, practically EVERYTHING to nanofate. even a male and female. wth. xP it was tenchi again after that and i just had the URGE to poke mario softtoy again. thats their main reason for existing anyways. afterall what else can you do with mario softtoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to the library instead for night study and it was maths doing again. xD whiled away time talking nonsense as usual and commenting on certain bows on boobs. -.- i swear jf is in love with herself, keep going on and on about how she's hot and everything. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway i finally realised the horribility of 265. to the core haha. it took ages to come and we just sat there talking about random and weird stuffs involving spiders again. somethings never change. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1641190526885540192?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1641190526885540192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1641190526885540192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1641190526885540192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1641190526885540192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6766416915150222895</id><published>2008-05-02T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:41:30.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...........&lt;br /&gt;an excerpt from me and jie's convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "i have a confession to make."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "what. you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Uh no. i threw a red packet out of the window while i was clearing my table just now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " and i added in a pink coloured paper and wrote: "you lucky person, you've won $1000!" inside. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "and you're telling me because...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "because i'm scared someone will report me to the police!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "sure. someone will walk outside at the EXACT SAME TIME you throw the red packet out of the window and tell the police, HEY police! i saw a red packet flying out of the window!!!!! QUICK CATCH THE PERSON!!... SURE. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "NOOO!! you don't understand!! someone might report me to the police for killer litter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "aargh police!! a red packet just flew out of a window and cut my neck and i think i'm gonna be killed by the litter! AARGH. CATCH THE PERSON!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "NOOO!! you REALLY don't understand! the red packet has CHIJ ST NICHOLAS GIRLS SCHOOL on it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "oh. okay then that narrows the culprit down to THREE families on our block. WTF did you throw a ST NICHOLAS red packet outta the window then!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "i.... it was on impulse! plus, it had miss chan's name on it! so they won't ever know its me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "OH. so miss Chan came ALL THE WAY to OUR HOUSE to THROW A ST NICHOLAS RED PACKET OUT OF OUR WINDOW TO CAUSE KILLER LITTER?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "YEAH! thats the story! the police will never find out. her NAME is there after all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*door opens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HELLO PAPA!" all three other kok members yell in unison.&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay. labour day was, to say the very least, laborious. we all practically gained muscles from lifting all those huge study tables and beds and panty drawers around. dear old pop sort of broke a leg of my table and he was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"aiya never mind la! if table collapse then collapse la what to do?! just don't sit underneath your table can already." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;right. thanks dad. sitting underneath the table accompanying the spider webs is definitely what i ALWAYS do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and my dad, seeing my scrunched up face, smirked radiantly at me(as if he had just told the most wonderful joke in the world), before patting his belly in content and leaving my table to its own devices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;in the process though, i unearthed many uhh.. treasures. there were old notes and postcards from stef, dated way back when we called each other samuel kok father and samuel kok son in primary school. hahah oh man how i miss those days!! P4 was da bomb. xD also found AIRMAILED letters by nicole too, who's probably back in england already after her short visit here during fiesta. :/ found stuffs by claire phee too, my fellow soccer fan last time. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i leafed through my letter box too and dug out the ULTIMATE weird notes written to me by my mam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"girl, do not be lazy. if you are lazy your result will be lousy and your mummy will worry. so work hard from now on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"remember, you are in sec 2 now, work harder harder to get better result. do not wait till you regret it. jiayou jiayou!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;haha i wish she'd write me another note. since i did quite well academically in sec 2. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my sis was the best. seriously. she wrote letters addressed to me as a 师姐 in the dunno what dynasty talking in circles about visiting our 师父，who's supposedly fatally ill. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so anyways, i now officially have my own room. a decade after i requested it. and my sis, as expected, could not BEAR to let me go sleep in the other room haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my sis has quotas for me. so now, for me to sleep back in our old room, i have to BOOK the room and tell her THREE freaking hours in advance. however, i bargained with her and now, i have a "CAN'T SLEEP PASS" once a month, where i can just run into her room and sleep without prior notice. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we SANG at the top of our voices to "celebrate" my departure till almost 1am and i hate to think of what the neighbours will think. never mind the parents though, they sleep like logs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway we played 5 rounds of (contact/contract) bridge today before tuition and i won EVERY SINGLE round of it with my invisible partner!! haha ooh lucky lucky hands! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liverpool lost to chelsea!! AARGH. okay random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAI called just now and i rejected her call because my tuition teacher poked my arm. she wanted to know if i liked black?!! as in chai, not my teacher. HAHA i knew it. i knew she's going to buy our farewell stuffos or something, since step down is like, just around the corner. Chai! don't forget my note (which is more important) k! haha since i'm your FAVourite senior. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm tired of turning around, only to be left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6766416915150222895?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6766416915150222895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6766416915150222895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6766416915150222895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6766416915150222895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5411557236644802597</id><published>2008-04-30T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:14:54.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i found out that earphones actually had a specified left and right ear plug was on monday. -.- i just happened to look at jf's ipod's supposedly spoilt earphones and boom! i saw L and R. then i went on a miny investigation at home and found out that practically all the earphones have that weird marking. great. i'm probably just a few years slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched hansel and gretel on impulse just now and i thought the plot was quite interesting and sad. sneezed 28 times (counted!) in the hall till i started tearing uncontrollably. hah this is the only time i will ever be caught crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was no learning club today! instead, we had a prolonged maths remedial dealing with number patterns. sarah is amusing in dealing with sandra("yada, please don't shriek. or gasp so loudly. or whatever it is you do all the time"). i ought to learn from her. :D anyway, highlight of the remedial was yada's accusation that andrea and i had PREMONITIONS, just because we both yelled that we finally got an easy part. turned out that she didnt mean premonitions, but PERMUTATIONS, whatever that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walk home today was yet another eye opener. this time, instead of that squashed chameleon, it was a badly flattened bird carcass at the exact same spot (almost)! how freaky. i realised something else though. each week, the size of that dead thing gets bigger. OH NO. that only means ONE THING. after a few more weeks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is shifting furniture day! if things go out well, i'll FINALLY get my own room. after a decade since requesting it. -.- downside though, no more night chats?!! terrible terrible. i'll crash at da jie's bed sometimes. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5411557236644802597?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5411557236644802597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5411557236644802597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5411557236644802597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5411557236644802597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3954152554632547003</id><published>2008-04-29T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:57:39.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was doing my english comprehension today, concentrating really hard when to my utmost surprise/horror, something circular rolled onto my answer script, BANG. it turned out to be yada's hairtie. and i have absolutely NO IDEA how it landed on my paper when she has such short hair that she doesnt even need to tie it up anymore. don't even get me started on how the hairtie was in the shape of a circle, a ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be such a good liar. i really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while i was typing the fricking testimonial, i swear my nostrils flared and grew longer. and it was NOT from my constant rubbing of it since i've caught the bloody, irritating, annoying, terrible FLU. at least, i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, at least i completed that damned thing. took up enough brain cells to think up of all those lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;library was uneventful as usual. only plus was that roxanne closed one and a half eye to my constant stealing of songs from jas, zhuwei(who is, did i ever mention before, really fun to poke fun at. :D ) and jodie. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hmm i have no idea why the dark blue badges like to poke people so much. they seem to have developed a really bizarre fetish for jumping out at me from nowhere and jabbing my ribs like some sort of apple juice blender when i'm just sitting there so innocently sifting through various handphones. oh well i have always known them to not be in their right sense of mind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prankster didnt turn up and maths tuition was productive, for once! :D i actually breezed through coordinate geometry AND proving of trigonometrical equations! not to mention that these two were totally fail worthy topics of yester year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just opened a new email and the headline screamed at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMARTLAB. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-bill=165 bucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uh okay. if you say so i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;man u and barca tonight. i feel the soccer fan in me resurfacing again. haven watched a full soccer match in a billion years! feel so left out and out of touch now. all i've been doing is reading the sports pages neeways. shall definitely watch EURO 08 though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hah tan xinyi chelsea so won't win the league!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;away. apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3954152554632547003?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3954152554632547003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3954152554632547003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3954152554632547003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3954152554632547003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-doing-my-english-comprehension.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-8461108834547600272</id><published>2008-04-28T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:35:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hansel and gretel</title><content type='html'>"normally when people close their eyes they see stars. but when i close mine i see circles instead. why ah?" my mam just cocked her head to one side and asked me. to be honest, i really am stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milk is a good substitute for soup! :D ah bye dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had a song exchanging session with hilary and haha she really likes dbsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2.4km run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.28. haha deproved quite a bit from last year but ah heck it's finally over. =) no more struggling to breathe, burnt out legs and scratchy throats for at least half a year! woots. anw em chua did a great job! well done xiao cai, you did it after all! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- chem SPA got postponed because a fifth of truthians didnt know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kick-started the first monday study session! bussed with jf to amk library and secured a secluded corner for effective studying! random retarded talks with her took place as usual and we ended up watching the grey and white fluffy clouds merge with each other in opposite directions, thinking of how the world will end one day and how we can determine the future just by deciding to turn left or right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its really cool how we define our own future just by split-second decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like if we decide to run to school one day instead of taking a bus or car we might get run down by a lorry or something. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i think testimonials are stupid. it's weird to write about yourself in a third person point of view and praise yourself to the skies. it sort of makes me feel detached from myself. never got past the first line though: "seline is a girl who............." writes crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis spent one of our daily night sessions telling me the story of hansel and gretel. surprisingly, it's a ghost story/thriller which has a PLOT. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nose is dropping off now. shall go have an early night and forget all about the testimonial we're supposed to write! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-8461108834547600272?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/8461108834547600272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=8461108834547600272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8461108834547600272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8461108834547600272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/hansel-and-gretel.html' title='hansel and gretel'/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6795422746598349466</id><published>2008-04-26T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:00:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man u just lost 1-2. i hope chelsea doesn't win the league. shit i feel a sore throat coming. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SECOND DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day of the workshop was WAY better than first day. could actually sort of keep awake throughout the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off the day walking with jessica to the spects stand and we crapped a bit about how we will steadfastly NOT CRY no matter what those ultra motivated people brandish us with. then went off to collect textbooks with em tan and flew by the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into leong xy my old old old tablemate at the canteen and she was all flustered as she asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Leong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "eh seline what was the announcement mrs goh just made? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "oh.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Leong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "where did she say we have to go to for assembly? do we even have to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "oh erm actually.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Leong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "and i don't know where our class is supposed to meet at. what did mrs goh say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "...there was an announcement..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyun the bystander then started banging her head laughing and calling her god seline. em chua and yanlin both took turns insulting my lack of social awareness and hearing. -.- what NICE classmates we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned up in the wrong attire and had to "run one round" (i could never pronounce that :/ ) to kickstart the day. turns out claud was in shirt too and so jf accompanied us and we "ran one round".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learnt quite a number of interesting stuffs today! about our own personality and shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out i'm a natural S/I! which means i'm supposedly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stable and steady (not very sure about that considering i'm not exactly that good at maintaining balance. xD but i guess emotion-wise, this part is true since i hardly ever get really emotional. )&lt;br /&gt;- Super-nice ( contrary to what people think, i really don't think i am all that nice a person. :/ )&lt;br /&gt;- Sensitive to other people's feelings ( okay this one is super duper true. for one thing, i hate seeing people feel left out and would try my best to make conversations with them. for another, i hate it when i see someone making another person feel bad. it makes me feel bad too and i'll then try my best to be even nicer to the person. haha DIE not making any sense here. )&lt;br /&gt;- Shy ( one word. DUH. seldom ever take initiative for anything)&lt;br /&gt;- Secure ( not really. more towards the insecure side )&lt;br /&gt;- Status Quo ( sure thing. don't like to stand out. )&lt;br /&gt;- Sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;- Possessive ( so not. in fact, i think i try too hard trying NOT to be possessive)&lt;br /&gt;- enjoys simple pleasures ( haha yeah. am so easily contented! *nods* )&lt;br /&gt;- rigid to change&lt;br /&gt;- easily distracted&lt;br /&gt;- indecisive (hell YES.)&lt;br /&gt;- disorganised ( OH MAN. my room. looks like it has been wrecked by a tornado again, even AFTER i tried clearing it 2 weeks ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;biggest fear: change and conflict.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite true. i go to all lengths to avoid conflicts because i know that once such things occur, friendships will never be the same again and it'll be really tough to revert back to what it once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why i've been trying my best to resolve those minor conflicts between you two but somehow it's not really working and i just take flight. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, jf is an I/S and I/S and S/I are opposites which attract! no wonder we get along! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zijin and hilary are both C/S/I. apparently critical, calculative, correct, factual, neat. HAHA DAMN correct. no WONDER they keep arguing like nobody's business. like poles repel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em chua and roxanne are fellow Sses. as expected. they're so damn bloody nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that our group started playing retarded games to KILL BOREDOM which included shouting "vagina" as loud as possible in a circle and broken telephone, which is somehow or rather, always screwed up by me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jf and i then started acting smart and tried to compete with each other to fill in the blanks from the lifenotes they provided us with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started off innocently and quite accurately but as the lines went on, it got too difficult for us and we started filling in crap. laughed like lumps of shit when the answers were flashed on the screen and we found out how far we were from it. was amusing like mad! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AUDITORY LEARNING STRATEGIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. S___ with a f_____.&lt;br /&gt;Me: SEE with a FERVOUR.&lt;br /&gt;Actual: i think it was smell with a flavour or something, crap can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VISUAL LEARNING STRATEGIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. __________ the things you want to r_____ down.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Remember the things you want to record down.&lt;br /&gt;Actual: Record the things you want to remember down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Use _______________ to highlight main i_______.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Use highlighters to highlight main information.&lt;br /&gt;Actual: Use different colours to highlight main ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Post n_______ in _______ of you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Post natals in sight of you.&lt;br /&gt;Actual: Post notes in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Put ____________ away from the _____________.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Put distractions away from the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Actual: Put study table away from the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;KINESTHETIC LEARNING STRATEGIES:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(koped from jf)&lt;br /&gt;1. ____ or ____ around while r____ to yourself using n_____ or f____.&lt;br /&gt;Seline: Hunt or look around while reciting to yourself using ninja or food.&lt;br /&gt;Jiafeng: Walk or Move around while reciting to yourself using nanoha or fate.&lt;br /&gt;Actual: Walk or Pace around while reciting to yourself using notes or flashcards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not the best place to study at a ______.&lt;br /&gt;Seline: Toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Jiafeng: Library!&lt;br /&gt;Actual: Desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. _____ your eyes and _______ information in the air, g_____ a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Seline: Close your eyes and process information in the air, gaining a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Jiafeng: Close your eyes and draw information in the air, gesticulate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make t___ cards, f______, c____ games, f_____ games etc.&lt;br /&gt;Seline: Make tiny cards, focus, crap games, fake games etc.&lt;br /&gt;Jiafeng: Make tea cards, fanfiction, computer games, funtastic games etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;zapped home with jf through the park and i briefly lost my ability to speak!! rah. :/ must be the doing of some magical web that i accidentally ate unknowingly or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THIRD DAY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay freak birmingham just scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last day was boring again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach talked to us about studying techniques and i ended up dozing off. so much for being MOTIVATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was a blur except the part where our group played FRIES with miss poore and it was so freaking hilarious the way she stamped her foot upon losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to run with jf and train up for monday's 2.4!! but due to unforseen circumstances/communication breakdown, we had to shelf the plan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we braced ourselves for a supposedly reflective/emo closing time at the drama studio as a whole cohort. didnt happen though. was so surprised that they didnt even mention a word about reflecting on our lives and what we'll do if one day our parents or friends leave the world or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched quite a touching video though, and some people went up on stage to share their thoughts on the 3 day workshop and ended up in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the speaker(EDIT: as in the stereo speaker, not the person speaker) in the drama studio came crashing down halfway and broke the atmosphere sort of. this is the freaking reason why st nicks have to go for PRIME ASAP. roofs are falling off in the library, speakers are succumbing to the pull of gravity and i swear, any moment now the walls are going to start collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was desperately trying to pat the people around me who were in tears but remained relatively dry eyed myself. hmm i really don't cry easily. in fact the last time i cried when people were around was in primary 2, when i slipped and fell and hit my head on the sharp edge of a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught a ride home from jf's mother and slept for an hour. how effective the workshop was. *scowls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6795422746598349466?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6795422746598349466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6795422746598349466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6795422746598349466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6795422746598349466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-u-just-lost-1-2.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1857247079633703595</id><published>2008-04-24T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:43:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read book</title><content type='html'>...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motivational workshop was unmotivating to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the entire day, we were forced to either run out of the music room on a whistle blow, arrange chairs endlessly, write on big mahjong papers with squeaky marker pens or just sit there to stone and copy down stuffs from the powerpoint slides. jf and i were almost dying throughout the whole thing and tried to nap during lunch time, but there just wasn't any place comfortable enough. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to make us reflect on our sinful selves and feel sad or something, so that we'd whip out our textbooks and start mugging immediately. but the closest i came to crying was from my constant yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiamin: "i prepared THREE whole packets of tissue okay! then never even use one! waste my efforts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, it was supposedly unmotivating to such a huge extent that mrs goh had to come and tell us that we'll be having a change of instructor tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. the instructor was nice, but i doubt he's experienced enough. talk lai talk qu so much and we still feel so unmotivated. hopefully tomorrow's will be better..? then maybe jiamin can use up some of those specially prepared tissues.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently reading: remember me by sophie kinsella. cute plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1857247079633703595?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1857247079633703595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1857247079633703595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1857247079633703595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1857247079633703595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/read-book.html' title='read book'/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-2551537596530644384</id><published>2008-04-23T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:09:27.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was the object of scrutiny, the girl everyone detested. but she knew she had to do this. she knew she had to do this, for &lt;/em&gt;his &lt;em&gt;sake more than anything else. uttering a silent prayer, she stepped onto stage, only to be greeted by thunderous applause. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, here's why its a good thing to take a nap &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;JUST BEFORE&lt;/span&gt; dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-firstly, you wake up with a good appetite for dinner (me at least).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- secondly, you tend not to oversleep because after all, you HAVE to wake up to complete your dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;excerpt of the toilet scene last night: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there i was, standing in the middle of the toilet with a dripping wet face towel smashed on my face in a desperate (futile) attempt to freshen myself up and stop dozing off on poor maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;few minutes later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sis*pokes me*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stop doing that! later suffocate then you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but there's oxygen in tap water! molly said so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sis*repoked me*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ya and you think you have the ability to take in the oxygen from WATER? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok so i admit i don't have gills and all, but poking me was uncalled for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my sis is retarded. i swear. she actually skipped into the room earlier and pounced on me with her filthy paws and flashed a megawatt smile at me. according to her, 9-9.15pm is her daily "disturb mei mei" time. and this "time" will occur at least 3 times daily. great. just great. now besides having to pacify her to teach me maths, i have to tolerate her disturbances. GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MONDAY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CME was actually interesting. mrs hoo told us about how she had to go for two down syndrome tests for her kids and jf just HAD to yell to the whole class that my mother's doctor read the results wrongly 16 years ago and actually thought that i had down syndrome. to think that i was so close to being aborted(ok sensitive topic sod it)! *shivers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we had PE earlier and 3 loyalty joined us. some girl from loyalty ended up screwing the timings and position 13 onwards couldnt get an accurate timing. i was at 12 though. clocked 14.39. need to shave off 28 seconds for an A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now i'm starting to wonder if the 6 rounds we run every PE lesson has got anything to do with the 6 points we're all gonna get for Os! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Beverly*snorts*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hah. then why don't they tell us not to run at all so we can get zero points? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, we stayed back to finish bio and i got insulted for my apparent lack of speed by maybe about 3 people or more. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;complained to jfeng about my height (am currently a depressing 5 cm shorter) and she said i had NOTHING to worry about because i was short like Nanoha and that my badminton racket is raising heart anyway. wth SO NICE of her. -.- she also said that since Fate was tall, she wanted to grow tall too and buy a skipping ROPE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in a bid to buy her skipping rope(quest 1), we ended up trekking through deserted alleyways (saw whole bunches of bananas hanging around and decided that if we become beggars next time, we'll know where to go to find free food) and strolling through a mini forest/park. we walked for AGES, got a bit lost and came by about one or two crossroads, where we turned right on my insistance (since the right path is always the right route to me). after about a zillion years, we turned a right fork and whoosh! AMK library materialized out from nowhere. AND jf's house was right in line of view too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;damn cool, we actually discovered YET another way to walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quest 1 failed and so we "inevitably" ended up at tenchi again. that place seriously cracks me up, what with all those almost prn comics on display which is Rated 18 and that big fat MARIO softtoy at the corner in which i seem to find great joy poking and punching at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's funny how the people there can only speak chinese and canto! jf and i are such total failures. we cant converse in chinese for nuts!! first off, we forgot how to say "last week" in chinese and fumbled for so long, before i finally came up with "前一个星期“ when the actual one is probably "上个星期“。THEN, we wanted to ask where the rental place was and after several failed attempts amidst the giggling, we finally managed: "猪的地方在哪里？" and received a weird look from the person. AARGH. chinese!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh and in my desperate attempt to find the right phrase to say about the rental place, i accidentally jabbed a softtoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dog on display and it started SINGING AT THE TOP OF ITS VOICE WTF.&lt;/span&gt; the dog continued singing like nobody's business during its 10 seconds of fame before jf finally had some sense to rejab the dog again and shut it up. by then, we had invited quite a lot of stares and jf went, "OMG you're embarrassing!! you're like this kid at a toy shop and i have to be your controller!!"　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;started on a look-for-comic-spree and after probably a whole fricking hour, we ended up sprawled on the floor reading titles aloud to each other, which included "麻烦小孩“， “魔法王子”，“青年欢欢”and even "kiss me". the salesperson walked past us twice and gave us THE LOOK twice. we obliviously continued yelling the titles at each other until one fateful minute, when we both decided to read the notice on one of the shelves. It read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"PEOPLE CAUGHT SITTING DOWN WITHOUT NUMBER TAGS WILL BE FINED 30 BUCKS"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!! okay so that finally explains the weird look the salesperson had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ZAOed home thereafter. eep, almost got fined 30 bucks each! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TUESDAY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tuesday was "oh-so-fun". tkam people had lit test and i lazed around talking to yanlin my old old old tablemate for pretty long. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got whisked off to the library by roxanne afterwards and me, her and xinying got dispatched down to the old, musty PE room to pick through the whole bunch of books and tick off a list to find out whether all the books there are accounted for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me the mini slacker ended up being so fascinated by a small colourful box that i brought it to my ear and started shaking it vigorously. apparently, susan lim caught my action and gave me A LOOK. she then proceeded to say with a smile: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"girl. those are just FLASHCARDS. just open them up to see if you're so curious. you don't have to torture them so badly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sort of cracked me up, even though i have no idea why. so i cackled a bit and went on looking for those missing books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;reported back to khong and VOILA! another trip had to be made to the MEP room this time to sift thru maybe a thousand books?!! jonathan cher gave up after 20 seconds and left us to our own devices. xinying and i almost died at the end of just one shelve and i made use of that opportunity to put my feet on a teacher's chair. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tuition was funny. as usual. we started randomly taking videos and supposedly unglam pictures of each other and talked about the benefits of WII and horror movies. our teacher was an active participant too! took 2 unglam shots of her and she just smiled and shook her head at me "sadly". wanted to announce to the world in the underground place that my name was mary, but jacob had to spoil everything by telling my real name. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha! wednesdays are THE DAY man. jerked thru the day with lit test (flunk worthy), A maths test (ultra flunk worthy) and mind draining chinese and english lessons, where we were told horrific stories about childbirth and how painful the process of raising a baby can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wang shan shan: "my RU3 was 硬到像个石头，痛死我了！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after learning club, jf and i maintained tradition by being the last to leave the class as usual. tried YET another different route home though. this time we walked by the whole (LONG) stretch of horizon garden houses and talked a whole load of stuffs ranging from possible stories wrenched from our oh-so-warped imagination to wild thoughts of being attacked by unicorns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we walked for AGES and somehow ended up at the deserted park/mini forest again. got approached by 2 creepy looking sec 1 girls from yck sec? and they told us that they "lost their juniors in the park and that we should be careful since it's probably gonna storm and all". maybe we're just stuck in this real life computer game and are supposed to finish the side quest of "bringing back the juniors" before we can go back to our REAL WORLD. ok shit. i'm digressing like mad!! :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we continued the random walk and came face to face with 2 HUMONGOUS(REALLY HUGE, like i dunno, the size of half a face?) spiders(PHOBIA!) in a LARGE web. plus there was a buddhist pendant stuck in between two branches where the spiders were living at. HMM. bet is some sort of mystical spider beings and shit, there i go again. yelled and screamed and jumped and tugged each other like mad trying to escape from the huge web without coming in contact with either of those huge murderous spiders. (i knew we were still stuck in a real life computer game. i just knew it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saw a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bodiless chicken&lt;/span&gt; head on the way back too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seriously, every wednesday promises something new and interesting. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tomorrow's motivational workshop with one none other than ADAM KHOO. i remembered him from my primary FOUR days, where he tried selling to us his "i'm gifted, so are you" book. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dunno, but if everyone's really gifted, such a word wouldnt exist anymore right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-2551537596530644384?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/2551537596530644384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=2551537596530644384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2551537596530644384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2551537596530644384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-was-object-of-scrutiny-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3450207796878253092</id><published>2008-04-20T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:42:52.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all for cleanliness really. but when my mother and sister starts vacuuming not only the air, but also the sandflies and spiders flying around, it sort of scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told sis about my dream about the zombie infested world yesterday while walking home after eating. i think it'll be quite cool to live in such a world! xD provided we are the main characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3450207796878253092?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3450207796878253092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3450207796878253092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3450207796878253092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3450207796878253092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_7004.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1493464260707360853</id><published>2008-04-20T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:42:54.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister taught me how to play bridge yesterday. sheesh, all my (limited) knowledge of card games just have to stem from her! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got taught how to play bridge for the first time in decades&lt;br /&gt;- had a pretty boring lit seminar in school and lijia fell asleep beside me&lt;br /&gt;- got labelled a whale in zijin's lit notes&lt;br /&gt;- got labelled "childish" just because i "fought" with bella as usual&lt;br /&gt;- tried to fight jf on the swing&lt;br /&gt;- watched kids almost kill themselves rolling down the hill outside school&lt;br /&gt;- watched jf draw a map of amk hub and surroundings&lt;br /&gt;- walked home in record time despite being hissed at by a cat, being distracted by 5 baby and adult cockroaches and 3 irresistably cute cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to START studying bio and am hungry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1493464260707360853?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1493464260707360853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1493464260707360853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1493464260707360853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1493464260707360853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-2812951872085224756</id><published>2008-04-18T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:14:12.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just diarrhoea-ed googled! just to find out the spelling of it. my father sucks at spelling. he told me so confidently that diarrhoea is spelt as "D-I-A-R-H-O-A-E". -.- smart man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to belle now, for like the first time in this year or something. and to think we used to talk non stop for hours on end way back in sec 1 and 2. haha. *remembers OUR DI PAN where we hid successfully from goh once* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay hope i wont oversleep tmr and lose my bet! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-2812951872085224756?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/2812951872085224756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=2812951872085224756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2812951872085224756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2812951872085224756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_1782.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-8684100352880111543</id><published>2008-04-18T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:43:35.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and i had a weird conversation last night (what else is new).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm upset that the main characters died in that korean drama! i mean, they loved each other so why must they die?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; but everyone dies. they should be happy that they died together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; but it's just so SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me*ponders*:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; do you like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bananas in pyjamas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: ENHH how does that link?!! no way. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt; are not supposed to wear clothes, whether striped or not. and i don't think two &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt; in clothes should be living in the same house, going down the stairs together and singing songs about themselves everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis*threw me a look*:&lt;/strong&gt; you're thinking dirty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; do you like &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BARNEY&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis:&lt;/strong&gt; HAH. HAH! girl, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;barney's PINK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sis&lt;/strong&gt;: do you like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SEASAME STREET&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it just went on and on and on until even the poor teletubbies got criticised before we finally drifted off to meet lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i dug up a year old notebook on thursday from the depths of my (musty) drawers and it sorta reminded me of how useful writing is as a tool to extricate one from boredom. especially during dry lessons with molly or learning about the ways of hitler, stalin and gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;skipped (with a valid reason) cca on thursday! and apparently doris tan or whoever was extremely displeased that i didnt hand in my scrabble form or something. oh go. AWAY. the teachers are forever displeased with me anyway. lack of verbalism, initiative anyone? :/ wanted to go for cca to hear what austin tan had to say about the queenstown thingamigig but decided against it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jf walked me home again as usual, she's so nice. :) thursday's weather wasn't as worth dying in as wednesday's, so we didnt attempt running in front of the truck. instead, we wondered about why butterflies don't land on your fingers like they always do in movies, stared at chameleons rushing through the bushes and ewwed at the chameleon carcass which got rolled over by a car/bicycle/truck/motorcycle. the "WALK home" is always interesting. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that the last person who ever walked home with me besides her (AND jessica, my next door string O neighbour duh) was way back in primary school with penelope, who taught me how to lure cats with super rings by leaving a trail. haha, my relationship with cats started way back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go home to study for chinese prelims but ended up slacking the whole way. :D oh wells, lucky it isn't the REAL thing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;today was hmmm. missed like a million hours of lessons due to the prelims, where we freaking had to LUG our tables all the way from class to MPR and then from MPR to class again. tried to poke zijin and bella's butt from behind countless times and dropped my stuffs countless times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please remind me that the last time i laughed at someone, i fell off the stairs, the last time i suaned someone, doris tan found me and the last time i laughed at classmates on the field, a DRAGONFLY (traumatic experience, believe me) attacked my eye. talk about DIVINE RETRIBUTION. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims came and went quite normally even though i'm pretty sure i flunked paper 2 haha. abit i had 5 minutes to answer 2 questions worth 9 marks altogether?! sure fail thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class and actually found notes copied with funny pictures around it. the act of my retarded ex tablemate who was nice enough to copy Double notes for me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, there's this mrs tian saga going on now and poor roxanne. :/ i think it's really bad that the entire english department pile so much pressure on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef told me she has click five tickets for free again WTH!!!! haha myra's going to be SO envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just to see that smile again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-8684100352880111543?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/8684100352880111543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=8684100352880111543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8684100352880111543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/8684100352880111543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6039136873014064699</id><published>2008-04-16T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:59:36.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SAXeOyuZ9mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sWVd0VGAm0g/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189798491330311778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SAXeOyuZ9mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sWVd0VGAm0g/s400/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last two pictures were an attempt of me and sis to take creepy pictures, but it sorta failed. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another reason why i should go take photography next year. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots bio test, lit test and even A maths test got postponed to next week, leaving us with only history and chinese prelims this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there'll be three bloody tests next week?! plus motivational talks by some funny person. hah. Hah. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;okay what's new. we set up a RECESS GONG HAN club! consisting of bella as the self appointed president, me as the vice-president who breaks the rules (ok this sounds so like library. &gt;:( ), zijin as the admin vice president, hilary as the consultant, xinru as the bouncer(to throw anyone off the balcony should we break the rules) and emily chua as the ant killer. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rules of the club made mostly by me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- no handphones allowed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- no other food besides sandwiches.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- meeting place will be constricted to almost every recess in the class balcony. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- we will not open the classroom door for anyone unless the person says "please". (ok fine i invented that myself)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- in the name of fun, we're allowed to throw tissue paper from the toilet into the balcony, sometimes containing secret messages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- work must be done within that time no matter how much we end up talking. preferably chinese work, since we have Os coming up in like ONE SECOND. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha i LOVE gong han club members. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;anyway, today was the "two hours without you" day. bella told me that it would sound totally different if someone else said that and it might even be sweet. Yeah. the difference just lies in the person saying it. ok sheesh, i'm being mean again. ought to STOP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;after an almost dyeringy day of maths and differentiation, a half dead jiafeng and a half alive me trotted around trying to think of ways to spend our one hour of free time since mrs koh didnt come for maths remedial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ended up smack at the library's sofa talking about worms beneath. in the name of me, believe me, there are worms under the sofas. eww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jf then randomly asked me to point out to her who renyue(since they're both like huge fans of anime or sth) was and i was like -randomly points to the girl on another sofa- there. afterwards, we tried playing detective and snuck around behind the glass walls trying to peek around at people due to our lack of better stuffs to do. renyue looked up at us after a while and gave me THE LOOK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hide and seek/ cat and mouse had begun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;retarded as it may sound, we embarked on a mission to track down junior and scare them with books flying out of nowhere. main aim of the mission was to: attain stealth and agility or sth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i managed to track down 2 mad juniors and poked a book out at them while they were talking. apparently gar thought "there was a ghost" HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;by then jf and i couldnt help it anymore, we were practically doubling over on the cockroach infested library floor and i laughed till my stomach decided to ache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ended up yanking off our name tags to "be sec 1s" since we were laughing like mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;in our mad attempt to be quiet and scare/observe the juniors, we shielded ourselves with magazine covers to navigate thru the shelves. didnt work for me though, i tripped over the same stool TWICE and made a hell lot of noise. so much for LIGHTNING NEVER STRIKES TWICE. so much for trying to attain STEALTH. -.- some real sec 1 apparently went "OMGing" the second time i tripped over the stool. and jf was rolling on the floor laughing like some shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Haha it was damn hilarious and it would sound weird if you're not me or jf or gar or renyue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i swear i'm gonna have abs one day from all that laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;maths club was surprisingly quite interesting! sat with old tablemate again and we relived the good old days of term 1. xD heh really missed sitting with her! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stayed in class talking/doing maths/drawing till the uncle came to chase us, jiamin and charlotte away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we walked back in the WONDERFUL overcast weather with minimal rain and the atmosphere was so good. i just love walking that route home. :D plus the wind and all those falling leaves.. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wednesdays are the new nice. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6039136873014064699?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/SAXeOyuZ9mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sWVd0VGAm0g/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7552676708549533256</id><published>2008-04-15T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:16:47.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whatever happens, i will hold on to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilary and i found out today the MAJOR difference between just ONE degree celcius of the aircon underground today. 25 degrees was freaking cold. but 26 degrees was too hot. they should have a 25.5 degrees sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to DN angel: true light for the fifth time now and it's such a sad piano song. i wish i could play it/someone could play it for me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;backtracking, we went queenstowning on saturday by MRT and because i wasn't the one leading the way(nat was), we got there nice and well and on time without having to leap over drains and muddy grass patches and having random people yell at us to be careful. :) so yeah, good start to the day of scrabbling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ruth bombarded me with a whole load of school gossips along the way and i think i'm a bit more well equipped with the going-ons of our school now haha. whoever knew what went on behind those closed toilet doors. o.o (okay damn the mosquito buzzing around my leg now, YOU SUCK, YOU BLOODY IDIOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;preliminary rounds was breezery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;first school we played against was amk sec, and they were all sec 1s. my opponent was this super cute malay kid (gab sth) who kept glaring at me accusingly after he found out that i was the team captain. nat agreed with me that he was cute, and that it wouldnt be that bad a thing if i pinched his cheeks. i tried opening up the scrab board and the bonus squares for him, i really did. but try as i might, he didnt even make use of those stuffos.:/ in the end, i won by about 320 points and we won 4-1, with jac losing by a bit. total spread was about 900+ points..? by the time i submitted the score sheets, i swear i could still hear renyue engaging her opponent in anime chat. or maybe it was just my overactive imagination, i have no idea. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;second game was against St andrew's and by then, i was desperately trying to hide from my ex ytss opponent who is quite a pesterer. failed in hiding, though i succeeded in ignoring him totally. the peeps from SA was sec 3 and my opp thought i was a fellow sec 3 too. hmph. i KNOW i'm short. didnt have to rub it in. anyways, won by 155 points this time and even though we won 5-0 this time, the spread was a mere 700 points or sth. when i submitted the results slip, i swear i could hear renyue engaging her opponent in animated anime talk. or maybe it was just my overactive imagination. have no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;third and last game was against clementi woods sec. this one was a total breeze, even though my opp scared me with a bingo on the first move. in the end, even though renyue told me that they were cheating in some unknown language(which i failed to take notice of), tamil or greek or sth, we chalked up about 1200 points spread. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;turns out teams 2 and 3 did really well too. :) results will be out within "10 working days" but based by 3 years of past experiences, its usually 15-20 working days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;haha i miss 06 and 07 team! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;after that MRTed home with nat, renyue and ruth and we talked and talked. popped by hub with them after nat dropped off and ate cookies before shooting home by bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;agreed to go run with jf at 10.30 and as expected, i just couldnt wake up! reached her place maybe about half an hour late and decided that the treadmill looked too scary and devious for me to set foot on. ended up measuring my weight over and over again and to my HORROR, it went down by 0.01kg by my fifth try!! gosh. we can actually lose 0.01 kg just by weighing ourselves repeatedly?!! ok thats just retarded seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jf has this mini phobia of running. :/ but i know she'll get over that somehow. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we played badminton after that and jf annoyingly reminded me countless times that my racket was raising heart. -.- we played two games of 21 points and she won due to the WIND and the funny and weird line calls. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we tried clawing the fence surrounding the court after that and her mother actually thought we were CLIMBING the fence! HAHAH, there was a door beside the fence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;went to hub to have lunch and ended walking/wandering around for really long. got chased off by coffeeshop people, ended up on some random stone bench, talked about knocking down big bears and having to wash dishes for the rest of life to pay back for the poor big bear and jf bought flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;watched a few episodes of strawberry anime at her house and okay it was hilarious gosh! :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jf has a really cute keyboard that has voices ranging from high c to middle c to low c each time you bang a key. being able to conjure up voices in the middle of the night, HOW COOL. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i realised only today that i have a weird fetish for counting the years and age of the long ago passed away generals from our history textbook and then recording down their life spans. jeez. i ought to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;randomed around with jiafeng after school today and as usual, we couldnt decide on where to go! ended up walking around aimlessly, yelling hellos at green parrots who incidentally yelled hello back too, laughing like some crazy dunno what in a tenchi shop, me fearing that the shelves would fall on me and commenting on weird cover pages of certain animes. was soo tired we decided to go home after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i slept for THREE hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;woke up and decided to stand on a stool near the window to enjoy the breeze. my dad told me: "don't stand on the stool! don't you know that standing on stools will aggravate your ankle injury???!" ya sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my parents found out about our constant blogging about them and they went: "HEH HEH HEH! see, you have such amusing parents, whatever that may mean." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sis taught me the tactics of answering SEQ. she says: "just treat it like spitting vomit. but want to vomit also must aim properly, right into the hole. cannot anyhow vomit all over the place, just waste the vomit only. so you must vomit properly tomorrow for your test okay otherwise will be messy and lack of structure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;zzzzzzzzz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;felt a bit sad today and i have no idea why haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;can't wait for step down(even though ya, the ppl may be missed :D) !! library has a severe lack of real and productive stuffs to do sighs. :/ i so much prefer library when the red badges were around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7552676708549533256?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7552676708549533256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7552676708549533256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7552676708549533256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7552676708549533256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/whatever-happens-i-will-hold-on-to-it.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-9090775234397935670</id><published>2008-04-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:32:42.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the mosquito authority person comes into our room toilet now, we're goners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ditto the earthworm authority person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ditto the lizard authority person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ditto the moth authority person. (even though he might be lenient since its still qing ming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my curfew's at 10.30pm these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang the scrabble comp and stuffs first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-9090775234397935670?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/9090775234397935670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=9090775234397935670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/9090775234397935670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/9090775234397935670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1269402012040209022</id><published>2008-04-10T20:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:01:00.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;just peered into my usual bowl of soup and what do i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;millions of orangey carrots shaped like hearts, stars and even flowers. i think something artsy is invading my mam's mind and she's translating them into carroty forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sis lost her voice! HAHA. now i can insult/annoy her for all i care and she won't even be able to retaliate verbally! yoohoo. now she knows how i felt during the first week of school when i couldn't even SPEAK. okay, downside though is that she can't teach me maths. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was ALL about oral and number patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wang lao shi&lt;/strong&gt;(in chinese): &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay. things about the environment has been coming very frequently. 2001, 2005, 2006, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zj and me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WLS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;relationship between maids and their employers is also rather popular. 2003, 2004, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zj and me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WLS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;relationship between teachers and students, 2000, 2002, 2004, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zj and me -whip around to glare at each other-(in unison):&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!!!!!!!! OMG!! 2000, 2002, 2004, 2006, TWO OH OH EIGHT SURELY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*both bury heads into oral book and start flipping frantically thru anything that's gotta do with teacher-student relationship.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and after 15 minutes of intensive memorising,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zj:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"you know what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"what"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zj:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"actually i don't think the O level setters will use number patterns as a guide, just so you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"..........................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it all began with the sex education booklet. hmm okay i know it sounds funny and wrong but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after diligently doing differentiation, which by the way was horribly shitty during the test today, there was only charlotte, jf and me left in class. so in our minor maths-delusioned mind, we decided to flip thru the education booklet to laugh at how inproportional the girls in the pictures were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then somehow our conversation led to flavoured condoms and i was like, !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"why the hell are they flavoured! does it act like some sorta diffusion or something.....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*charlotte and jf exchanges horrified glances*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c and j:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"OMG SELINE!! YOU NEED SEX EDUCATION!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me *cringes*&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"eek. SHUSH!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then charlotte decided to leave and i was still wondering about why the heck are those stuffs flavoured. after all, its Rubber! who in their right mind eats rubber anyway! right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hounding the remaining person left in class for about a minute, who maintains that she does not want to corrupt my innocent mind, i got my "answer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jf -in a rush-:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"OK. itsforfellatiook!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"ENH?? what the hell is that!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jf -utterly horrified-:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WTF you dunno what's fellatio?!!! OMG CHARRRLOTTTTEEE!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me -cringing- thought&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"eep. you didnt have to YELL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jf received an sms from charlotte, : "haha. you REALLY shouldn't yell. i could hear you from where i was." and charlotte was about A WHOLE MINUTE AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear, that just cracked me up. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths extra tuition later just spells lame jokes and more lame jokes. i told hilary about what happened in school earlier and she almost rolled on the floor. i had to slap her at least FIVE times before she shut up and went back to her normal self. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i won a bet! of 50 cents. with a tuitioner. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uurgh. my dad can't pronounce chinese for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mam had a minor headache on wednesday so she forced dad to wash the dishes and being the slow me i am, my father went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"哎. 快点吃你的饭啦! 爸爸要死了!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he obviously meant:&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; "爸爸要洗了！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like that, my mam had a good laugh and her headache miraculously disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just when i thought that all the family drama was more or less over by now, my sister skipped into the room and after witnessing my glare at her, pouted and yelled (or rather, TRIED to yell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"MOMMY!! seline MAKE ME!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DID NOT! mummy! she's BLUFFING!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAM -giving a serene smile-:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"ya lor! aiyo. seline how to make you! is mommy and papa make one!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and SIS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"..........................." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh JOY to the world. the antics of the kok family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE PRELIM ORAL. i was calm THROUGHOUT the entire waiting session when everyone was freaking out. but once i started reading the passage in front of soh junwei, i became a bunch of nerves and trembled like SIAO. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the end, he said my oral convo was good though, and i had nothing to worry about as i could express my views freely and can communicate pretty well. xD so okay, overall not bad, apart from the fact that i freaking read two words wrong in the passage. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zijin, bella and i had earlier made a pact about me hinting to them if the oral topic was difficult or easy. i was supposed to nod at them if i found it difficult and not do anything if i found it easy. it was on Youth Olympics 2010, so i practically IGNORED them totally after i finished saying my piece and walked away to play scrabble. teehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played 3 ppl scrab this time though, got 2 bingoes and won the game. :) xinying and nat are improving! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm okay so now back to fretting about the competition on saturday. HAHA waste my whole one day at queenstown. sheesh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope can get into finals at least... told xinyi i'll message her if we do badly and call her if we do well. she better expect to hear my call on saturday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay hmm. if scrabblers are reading this, i hereby remind you to practise scrab. otherwise later doris tan hound me for not reminding you all again. what's the point though, telling people when i'm not even bothering myself! hee oops. okay feeling guilty now. fine. i shall practise on friday. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taking the first step, into the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1269402012040209022?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1269402012040209022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1269402012040209022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1269402012040209022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1269402012040209022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-4775882645881190839</id><published>2008-04-08T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:26:38.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teach me. to face the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;seline's family is weird and she is well aware of that fact. however, she could never understand why she is the only one unaffected by the weird factor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it was a sunday night, maybe about 11pm. seline's sister tosses and turns in the bed while she sits at her table, diligently completing her last minute homework and mugging for the chem test tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;seline's sister mumbles something about how hot the weather is and how the room is dominated by seline's really bright table light which made her unsleepable. after a while though, seline's sister sank into silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;an hour passes by and all was well, calm and eerily quiet. seline continues plugging in to sad music and studying at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then, from out of the blue came a flurry of quick movements with a flash of white and someone yelled: "BANG BANG!! BANG BANG BANG!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;in a state of extreme shock, seline drops the bread (man tou) soft toy she had been squeezing as a stress ball and it fell onto the floor with a Plonk and her heart threatened to leave her for that split second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;looking back onto the bed, she realised that her sister was the object of that horrible disturbance. looking closer, her sister had a broad smile plastered on her face. oh gosh. she takes joy in SCARING ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay hmm. event of the week/day/something... da jie turned 18. woosh. how OLD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went to swenson's to eat/celebrate her birthday/fill our stomachs and the food there's GOOD. sis was being retarded throughout the whole dinner affair and she tried to force me to take pictures with her of her strangling me/glaring at me/roaring at me etc. im CERTAIN that she was just making use of this chance to torture me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;rah. didnt buy anything for her though, cos i just COULDNT think of what to get her! in the end, all i gave her was a letter i wrote in my extreme boredom during ss. -.- maybe i really should get her the ATM machine. feel quite bad about it haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyways, whatever it is, i'm really glad we are so close to each other. otherwise, what will happen to all those heart to heart talks we have of everything under the sun in the middle of the night?! xD weird as she is, da jie will always be the beloved da jie, even at 18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay, monday was quite uneventful except for the fact that i brushed my eye with the toothpaste in the morning! aargh okay that sounded retarded but. my mother's usual efforts to wake me up was futile and she resorted to stuffing the toothbrush into my hand. i think i was in the middle of a really sweet dream and i wanted to rub my eyes. and WHOOSH! up came the toothbrush with the toothpaste and OWWWW, my EYE. hopped around in like some bunny and oh wells. it sure did wake me up. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i wonder what's with me and my dreams. there was once last year i even dreamt about the fan above the classroom falling down and killing more than half our classmates! oh gosh. there was even blood everywhere. BLOOD. in a DREAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, went home early from school at about 4pm after a hilarious chem copying session from the non existent em c, sarah and charlyne. xD how i miss the old seats, with em chua just conveniently behind me!! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;broke the usual monday's tradition and slept for THREE whole hours when i reached home and woke up in time to have my (sister's) cake and eat (devour) it. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;had yet another dream at night about how i got back my O level results and got THIRTEEN points. 13! its not that bad a score and seeing my aargh now, its super possible. oh to hell with it. :/ i'd much rather dream that i had 30 points or something. cos then at least i'd know that it's something which will never happen. :S sighs. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all these. just to try to prove myself. just to Try to meet expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway! we ran 5 rounds for PE and did LOADS of crunches. as usual, i cheated though, and didnt suffer the full brunt of the intensive thingos. xD bella my usual run partner didnt come as she was down with stomach flu. :( so ran with zijin, who was too fast for me haha! so in the end, became tired like shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH. tuesday was funny. haha had a long chat with hilary during history about lotsa stuffs and i openly used my phone despite the warning by g wong in the morning assembly. we totally didnt give a care to poor seth tan, who was talking to thin air the whole way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;got yelled at very nicely by jf during recess cos she wanted me to pei her go recess so she could tell me all about kanna. HAHA, my ex tablemate's hilarious! we walked around school and talked and yakked for almost the entire recess and ended up making our stop on two random plastic chairs outside the drama studio. an indian teacher floated past and gave us THE "what the hell are you two doing in the middle of nowhere sitting on two plastic chairs with the exact same sitting position" LOOK. we hang out at the most unusual places really. so far, there are the random chairs, the random stairs, the random benches, the random corners, the random feeding room and probably a fat lot more.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;english today involved the constant flashing of big belly, as well as white and green underwear. myra and i were even debating about who to warn him about his really weird dressing sense. freaking funny! plus the whole class was laughing away and only the person in question didnt realise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yada khoo dropped a shell on me today, "figuratively" in her words. she actually said to me: "tuesdays are always like that. 2 hours without you." hmmm. hm hm. hello. she does not even talk to me except for the occasional line or two about studies, studies, studies. so what's the difference if i'm there or not i wonder. haha okay darn, if i continue i'm gonna get a bit mean. shall stop here. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cca today was talkative as usual. an old senior came back and jodie, jasmine, pui san, vanessa and me just yakked away about the library board and stuffs. it was actually quite productive! i actually researched, really RESEARCHED during library hours haha. hee roxanne will be glad. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;am beginning to like tuition more and more. korean guy, who got on the wrong end of his hairdresser and ended up having BANGS was just so FUNNY and LAUGHABLE. we all talked and joked a lot as usual and now everyone knows about my hearing problems haha oops. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we're get there in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-4775882645881190839?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/4775882645881190839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=4775882645881190839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4775882645881190839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4775882645881190839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/teach-me.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1867841393139515679</id><published>2008-04-06T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:59:37.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it may mean nothing to you. but it means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_hyprJr7wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqN9R7_Aqhw/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186021031200681730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_hyprJr7wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqN9R7_Aqhw/s400/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh gosh. this is the time i'm beginning to sleep every night. BIG difference from my old: "NOTHING PAST 11.30 days." oh wells, pandas, you're gonna have yet another lookalike pretty soon. AH i can't BELIEVE this. even the backdrop of this picture is a bloody PERIODIC TABLE!! how ominous. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_hyprJr7xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DvWc1sgnZ6w/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186021031200681746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_hyprJr7xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DvWc1sgnZ6w/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was starting to feel sentimental again, so i snapped a picture of my pencil, which was incidentally with me since i was primary one. a whole DECADE!! it's been with me through water and blood and liquid and chemicals and whatever went on in primary and secondary school. my (naive) friend gave it to me 10 years ago because she lost a bet. oh sheesh, i SAW the teacher in school that day. otherwise i would never have betted with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_hyp7Jr7yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GWiqaxm9aWY/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186021035495649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_hyp7Jr7yI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GWiqaxm9aWY/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i just LOVE my table. the messier it gets, the more feelings i develop for it. because at least it shows that i use it and am doing something "productive".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_hyp7Jr7zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rMA6CY2fI2w/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186021035495649074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_hyp7Jr7zI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rMA6CY2fI2w/s400/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my term 1 table has seen better days. this is just too freaking neat for my liking even with stuffos spilling out from underneath our tables. xD but whatever it is, i LOVE this seat to bits and pieces. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay my sister's out for tuition and my parents are at an uncle's house offering joss sticks to my late granny. i desperately need to start studying chem, practising scrabble(if only to not embarrass meself next saturday), practising chinese oral, do chinese papers as well as catch up on all those homework i haven't been dilligently doing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've got to find out where exactly is queenstown secondary too! with my horrid sense of direction...... *shivers*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;te mea. te mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1867841393139515679?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1867841393139515679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1867841393139515679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1867841393139515679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1867841393139515679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-may-mean-nothing-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_hyprJr7wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqN9R7_Aqhw/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5430753795036084176</id><published>2008-04-04T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:34:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently listening to "casper" right now. and replaying that freaky one missed call ringtone countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm really quite glad to have such amusing teachers who proudly proclaim to us that food can actually "jump" out of the throat. :D And despite the constant belly baring (which is just ... considering i sit right in front) and cologne flaunting, it is also not that bad to have such a spastic and weird form teacher too. it makes the lessons more Worthwhile. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgif. end of the mentally draining week where we had ss, emaths and bio tests. not forgetting the chinese prelim oral we're having next week! AND the bloody scrabble competition next week. and that chem test. gosh haha can finally understand how red badges really felt last year. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm beginning to change my mind about wednesdays. the afternoons are even quite amusing DESPITE those continuous hours of arduous maths and more maths. maths remedial and learning clubs these days = amusing and freakingly sick and funny talks with old partner, bella, beverly and vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all i can remember now about maths extra lessons is just jf lifting up bev's skirt because she refused to plomp down on the floor beside her. Hmmm how creative eh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marsiling sec peeps came over to play two friendly matches at the library and wth, we had so much prep to do! what with calling all those juniors, receiving calls from roxanne and ordering 30 dunno what from the drinks stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jf made a BIG FUSS about doris tan's short-formed messages to me and i swear she's just being retarded. jf i mean. xD oh please, wth, being an ENGLISH teacher, i seriously think she needs to improve her sms shortforming skills. "please come to see me now" can become "pse me now". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was calling my junior to come up to my class to "give instructions" when i got back emaths test papers! to think i actually got a HIGH A1 for the first time in like ages! haha whee. that liftened up my day for about half an hour before we had to face the marsiling people in library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squashed myself in between nat and renyue to play the first game and my girl opponent was quite dao. oh wells. beat her by about 180 points and listened intently to renyue's banterings with her friendlier opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by golly, they were talking about VAMPIRES and renyue insisted that they exist, even among us, even in our level right now. as in, the yellow badge level. sadly, much as i'd really love to believe in vampires since i really like vampires with their pointy teeth and all, i was still quite dubious. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played the second game against a malay guy and both got bingoes. won by about 80 points and he insisted that his name was "Q". oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened to renyue's continuous convos again and spotted old nemesis of 2 years ago. sighs. i miss my old team again, and the good old days of playing scrabble as such a bonded bunch of funnyringos. austin tan said that i was "the only one who remains of that prestigious team of 2 years ago" and that was exactly what i was dreading two years ago man! Haha okay. stop. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now have to go back fretting about informing scrabblers about the official queenstown comp next saturday and arrange transport for them. oh sheesh i suck as a vp seriously :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgif again, am still stuffing orange salmon bits into my mouth 2 hours after i started dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had chem practical today and i made maybe about a thousand mistakes i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broke a measuring cylinder, split water, split copper II sulphate crystals and solution, produced crystal sputterings and offed someone else's fire instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i walk into the real chem spa like that, i can have eggs for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i love fires*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5430753795036084176?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5430753795036084176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5430753795036084176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5430753795036084176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5430753795036084176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/04/currently-listening-to-casper-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-836750603597913664</id><published>2008-04-01T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:03:49.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww shucks. my mam just likened me to mas selamat. wth. just because i tripped on a wire at home and started hobbling a little, she went, all indignantly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wah!! you see lah! walk also like mas selamat. if he was a girl ah, you would've kenna caught by police now liao!! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i swear zhuwei, yuheng and me just make up the slacking gang during comm meetings!! HAHA but at least the mini chats and simultaneous hiding of discriminating evidence made cca time much more enjoyable/hilarious. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played my freaky "one missed call" ringtone on repeat mode to annoy people and everyone in the library were either shooting me evil glares or shouting at me to shut my phone up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRONICALLY, the next thing i knew, people started clamouring over my phone wanting me to send them the creepy ringtone. TSK. talk about fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition later, and it was freaking fun. tuitioning with hilary, taijun, gerald and jacob just promises stomachache and cheekaches seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had hilarious conversations ranging from "russell's princesses" to "giselle" to boob sizes to scalp ripping to st nicks fiesta to jcs to lame riddles to stupid jokes and whatnots. i go by the name of "seline" that they're totally out of their minds. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-836750603597913664?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/836750603597913664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister's currently zooming around like some retard trying to suck up all the sandflies flying around with a VACUUM because she finds them "annoying".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably ate up sandflies without even knowing. hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5431328003724687450?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5431328003724687450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5431328003724687450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5431328003724687450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5431328003724687450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_2651.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-2771784420678146027</id><published>2008-03-31T15:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:59:38.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall toggle and fight with the computer now instead of studying about kuwait and iraq for tomorrow's test... oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CVirJr7uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/L4A4GhUgnJM/s1600-h/P3260251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183807594034884322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CVirJr7uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/L4A4GhUgnJM/s400/P3260251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CVi7Jr7vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Hb1wgBCxSRo/s1600-h/RIMG0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183807598329851634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CVi7Jr7vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Hb1wgBCxSRo/s400/RIMG0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CUxLJr7qI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TzWCeR7oMzw/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183806743631359650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CUxLJr7qI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TzWCeR7oMzw/s400/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CUxbJr7rI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lY6BklZZg-4/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CUxbJr7sI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3uaJIhgyoSg/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183806747926326978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CUxbJr7sI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3uaJIhgyoSg/s400/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CTvbJr7mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Zwwe_Lj91Hc/s1600-h/RIMG0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183805614054960738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CTvbJr7mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Zwwe_Lj91Hc/s400/RIMG0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CTwLJr7nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sVYFySkb6H4/s1600-h/P3260309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183805626939862642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CTwLJr7nI/AAAAAAAAAIU/sVYFySkb6H4/s400/P3260309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on an afternote, i thought 4 truth did really great on fiesta day! xD we actually sold finish everything and the last few hours/minutes were so havoc that people even bought CARTONS of our cupcakes and brownies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i love splashing water at my mother and seeing her look blank and confused by the sudden downpour before giving me a disapproving grunt, followed by a formidable glare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it makes wasting water oh-so-WORTHWHILE. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CTwrJr7pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cBO20jr0XeM/s1600-h/RIMG0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-2771784420678146027?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/2771784420678146027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=2771784420678146027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2771784420678146027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2771784420678146027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R_CVirJr7uI/AAAAAAAAAJM/L4A4GhUgnJM/s72-c/P3260251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-4633326973178132178</id><published>2008-03-30T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:02:06.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my white teddy bear is sitting on top of the stereo, with sad eyes but a smile plastered onto its face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad that softtoys are made to be happy when they are so obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my teddy bear, cj 9, is subtly hinting to us that it wants to get off the hot stereo and move to somewhere cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall plonk her on top of my pillow tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i shall put the new mr bean bear which wenman gave me beside her. softoys need company of their own type too i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-4633326973178132178?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/4633326973178132178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=4633326973178132178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4633326973178132178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4633326973178132178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-423371580110318921</id><published>2008-03-29T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:10:50.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stop giving me all that shit. when you don't know a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;have been shoffing strand after strand of meaningless hor fun into my mouth for ages. i really have no idea why i eat so slowly. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;legend has it that because you have five fingers per hand, you'll meet five true friends in your entire life. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, today was tiring. was so mentally and physically exhausted by the end of fiesta that i doubt i am thinking properly now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;woke up at about 8.30 and by the time i reached school, poor hilary was puking away in the sec 1 toilet after riding the roundabout thingy. stayed with her for quite some time before i got hungry and decided to buy some food. zj refused to accompany me and i spent the next 30 minutes alone wandering about aimlessly for food. was quite sad that stef and nic couldn't come so early. otherwise there wouldn't even be that boring 30 minutes. &gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;afterwards went to some survivor maze thing with hilary(yay she got better :D) after zj refused again to come with us and we were both adamant that it sucked and wasn't the least bit scary. then decided that we must visit a place that will "make us scream" and so we scooted over to the drama studio and queued up. the queue was just bloody freaking long and zj decided to join us after we queued for about 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay, so the haunted house was quite freaky actually, i admit. still not as scary as the ones in P5 but close enough! horriblest thing was that i lost my slippers at the crucial tunnel crawling point(have this niggling suspicion that the ghost tried to grab my foot but took away the wrong thing instead) and started yelling at everyone that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"my slippers are gone!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after 3 seconds though, someone shoved the slippers back onto my feet and my world went flying up again. believe me, it sucks to lose your slippers in the middle of a HAUNTED HOUSE where there's probably blood/heads/killer steps around. talking about killer steps, i tripped on about 3 or 4 of them. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we screamed like mad though and zj even pleaded with a ghost to spare us because i had a sprained ankle. i swear i saw the ghost smiling. talk about retarded. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the queue took up more than 2 hours of our time and after the thing, hilary had to rush off for sj duty. zj pangsehed(decided to go with her bro and dad) and i had to flaunt my independent talent again. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;found yanlin and accompanied her to sell brownies and cupcakes to teachers, who were surprisingly so generous!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;at 2, everyone i wanted to meet turned up and i only had half an hour to find them, walk around and talk!! )= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;found stef then nic(who had a growing english accent) then wen man and we walked around and talked and joked and crazied a bit. was FUN. i just love my primary school buds to bits and pieces. xD stayed with them for close to an hour and went to my shift late. xP of all things, i hate being bored the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tan xinyi the VJian called afterwards and popped by the fam lounge after ages. saw zhenying and victoria too, and had my usual share of being suaned. seriously, there's no being spared from people like them. my seniors(ex) are SOO VERY encouraging. (overstatement :D) at least they were nice enough to snap up some brownies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and my sis also popped by at the 2 o clock mark. everyone comes at my shift times! sheesh. &gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we slogged overtime and worked for so long! lijia and i snuck away towards the end though and went to buy her SN doll( whom she'll so obviously abuse) and to see the old cheerleaders dance. they were good. "jiang shi lao de la". i desperately need to use chinese. Orals are coming in like what TWO WEEKS?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, i swear em chua puts stamps on her eyes. seriously. she freaking went into the wrong car!! (almost) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;back to friday. oh man, what a SLACK day. but it was nice! i love slack days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i heard stories about my new tablemate devouring stuffs from her breathing organ, so invaded an absent person's seat and ended up beside old tm again. :D she gave me a cd full of jap songs which we always(Always) listen to and it was really quite sweet. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;stayed back in school for quite a long time to sew/draw/colour/whatever and got persuaded to do the run/jog thingy since there was an apparent lack of runners/walkers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;snuck back home with jf and grabbed some money before going off to walk/eat at orchard since my mother didn't exactly allow me to join the run with the state my ankle was in. stayed out till about eight plus and had a HILARIOUS conversation on the mrt about jean grey's nose and how cheese biscuits are gross and how both lines incidentally rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;back in school, it turned out that we'll probably have to wait till close to 12am before we could do our run! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;got really tired, so borrowed jf as a pillow and slept(for really long i think) on the spects stand. =D apparently my sleeping stance/using jf's shoulder as a pillow was "cute" and our classmates kept snapping pictures. rah. i bet my tongue was probably sticking out of my mouth, or i was chewing my fingernails in my sleep or my eyes were popping out and they only used "cute" as an excuse or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;heck them anyway, i got my sleep! haha and poor jf suffered pins and needles. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YAWNS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my mother just flung my towel over my face while i was typing this. i guess this is her way of asking me to go sleep.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mothers are such strange creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-423371580110318921?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/423371580110318921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=423371580110318921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/423371580110318921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/423371580110318921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-giving-me-all-that-shit-will-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7749150097387508574</id><published>2008-03-27T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:31:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seline's parents are ever so supportive of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since yesterday, they've been mercilessly making fun of both her and her poor ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first the dad mimicked seline's hobbling around home with her grandmother's old tong kat by stealing the tong kat and hobbling around with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, her mother, after hearing about her day in school, told her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHAHA! you should go tell your friend! i fall down the stairs because my eye put stamp!! AHAHAHAHAHAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seline's sister flies into fits if laughter everytime she hears seline's shuffling around with the tong kat and sniggers at seline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, how supportive can a family get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7749150097387508574?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7749150097387508574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7749150097387508574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7749150097387508574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7749150097387508574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/selines-parents-are-ever-go-supportive.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-698155899796048478</id><published>2008-03-26T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:53:21.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY my long overdue monday to wednesday posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;monday was relatively a good day! as usual. i wonder why people suffer from monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's not that bad. tuesdays are worse/the worst. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, it was nice to be "reunited" with my old table mate again! jf and i practically invaded the 2 vacant spots in class and yakked the entire way. i really miss my ex tablemate! lessons are so much more fun when we sit together and MATHS and CHEM and BIO were even made funny somehow, what with jiafeng singing retarded songs throughout and making weird comments on her latest obsession. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wth, the lyrics went: "bring down the power.^2. reduce the power by one^2. differentiate inside the bracket^2 then multiply^2." and she KEPT singing (yelling) that freaky song that i had to poke/kick/punch her to shut her up. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh well I LOVE SNG JIAFENG. =) even though i swear she's getting retardeder everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;got accused of having "really weak stomach muscles" by susan lim during PE and i was laughing so hard at her shocked reaction that i started doubling over, effectively ending whatever little chance i had of doing a simple sit-up/crunch/whatever. i thought i might have some abs/strong stomach muscles though, since every friend i know is more or less retarded and make me laugh 80% of the time. sadly, what will be will be. what will not be will not be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after school, jiafeng and i trotted all the way from school to hub, with every intention of feeding the cats we see roaming about with the tuna toast we so specially bought. i popped mine into the stomach within 3 minutes though. jiafeng stuffed the last mini piece into her mouth after ages and suddenly, MEOW! the cat returns. cats, much as i really love you, i must say that you choose really weird timings to appear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we played with a certain cat for quite a while and it kept circling our legs. damn cute! but after just like 2 minutes, it turned its full attention to chewing its fur. i've always wonder why cats like doing that. they're just gonna spit out hairballs later so why eat them?? as in, their own fur. how weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we attempted to snap a picture of it several times but it just kept on chewing itself. finally, just when it finally looked up, this mad/crazy/weird/whatever guy came up to us and asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"hey! you guys like taking pictures??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*both ignore*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"sell me the phone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*jf mumbles something about her phone being pink before pulling me away* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmm so retarded. i bet it's m slamat's younger self coming back on earth to haunt innocent schoolgirls. maybe his wish all along was to own a handphone that is pink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went to eat prata after that and jf showed me some tricks on her gameboy. okay that's it. after Os i'm gonna work, buy a nintendo wii, a psp, a ps2 and a gameboy even. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we popped by the toilet after that and jf steered me into this funny place with a sofa and a chair and i was like WOW what the freak is this place! so we sat down and talked about babies with or without teeth and shoes and pregnant women with or without shoes before i finally realised that it was a bloody breastfeeding room wth!! to think i actually thought it was some kinda weird study area with plush sofas. by then there were already mothers waiting outside to -probably breastfeed their kids- and we were trapped inside laughing like some watermelon. eventually plucked up the courage to walk out and the security guard was there, saying: "you're not supposed to go inside" and that was our cue to chiong like mad. sheesh. i hope i never see that security guard again, or even those mothers outside. i seriously wish their babies had a good fill of milk and will forget all about us invading their one and only place to feed the precious babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;decided to watch vantage point after that and it was surprisingly interesting and suspenseful! it was filmed with about close to 8 different points of view and twas a pretty cool film! even though there was a minor lack of plot, the actions sorta made up for everything. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bussed home after that and my mother told me about how my aunty wasn't the real daughter of my grand aunt who had just passed away. she was supposedly bought from her real mother and that was a shocking revelation! to think i thought things like that only happened in drama serials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-monday ends(after i finished my soup)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;found out that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-maths tests got postponed to the following week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-no CCA on thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-no learning club on wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-no remedial on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-no school on monday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;even yada khoo's weird antics didnt fail to dampen my mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went for CCA after that and slacked around with jodie after winning an argument with mrs khong that the youth olympics games was an inaugural one and that it was the first time it was ever officially invented. Haha, who are the ones who read the newspapers! (okay great. newspapers again -.-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yakked abit with pui san and she actually insulted her poor senior's pronunciation of "weren't". we talked a lot about farewell presents and i was like WHOAH, it's just 2 months away! come to think of it, i'll be quite sad to leave library and not have anything to complain about anymore.. and all those memories. gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;left library early to go to my grandaunt's funeral. but left early cos there was the maroon 5 concert to go to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;met pei wen at united square bus stop and stef's grandfather picked us up. wen man was in the car too, yakking away as usual. she was HILARIOUS gosh. we spent the bulk of the time insulting stef and them being exasperated with my comments. :D it was like "back to the past" kinda thing when we were all really good friends in primary school. only one who wasn't around was nicole, who will be coming back from england in time for fiesta!! oh man i sorta miss her and her newfound accent. i bet she's a changed person now though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, we reached the indoor stadium and actually saw gloria gurung with her daughter!! oh gosh. toodles for jamie yeo and glenn ong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after "flaunting" our free 152 bucks tickets around, we swopped seats with a pair of ang mohs and maroon 5 popped out at 8.30. everybody was like swaying and hopping away and only wenman was sitting on the chair, talking about how "TIRED" she was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;adam levine sang well! and the concert was pretty good but ended like just an hour later! so short. after that wen man accidentally(or so she proclaimed) scratched an ang moh guy and she started gushing about how shuai he is and that "My DNA is on his arm!! *squeals!*". o.o  she even had this vision/retarded idea of chasing him around, which we did, for 5 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*sorry stef! will upload the pictures soon!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went home on mrt with peiwen and reached home a tired little kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-tuesday ends-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;went with jf to kino after maths remedial since it was "the playing/slacking week" to look for her mgln book. scoured the whole place for hours before she finally found it resting on a table and she was like: "omf omf omf!!!!" it took 2 minutes before she finally calmed down! haha it cost half a century dollars but yay at least she found it. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after that we sat at a bench in a corner at taka and just talked/did homework/munched on green tea ice cream. i realise we laze around doing nothing/talking really often! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;on the way back we started insulting each other like siao and shot dirty looks at a couple touching each other's chests and butts beside us. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hobbled home, slept, woke up and that was when my ankle started yelling at me. stupid ankle. SHUT UP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;today was effectively one of the most boringest day of my little life. seriously. i didn't talk for so long that the next time i opened my mouth to talk, my voice was hoarse. haha, okay maybe i'm exaggerating a little but acck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway hilary was real nice today! she kept waiting for me even though i was walking so damn slowly and she even helped me bandage my foot! haha i LOVE HILARY TANG. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no cca! so went home, saw a chinese doctor, got my loud ankle to shut up, went home, slept, crashed the comp, nibbled dinner and attacked my soup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-698155899796048478?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/698155899796048478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=698155899796048478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/698155899796048478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/698155899796048478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-my-long-overdue-monday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1018277250301999779</id><published>2008-03-26T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:17:03.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly blog now. my ankle hurts like hell and i need to find ice quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the story for today went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess, we went for chinese lessons and climbed down a few flights of stairs. saw zijin sneeze and spit something on her papers while we were trotting down the stairs. i cleverly turned around to laugh at her misfortune and the next thing i knew!! the next thing i knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i FLEW off 3 steps and sprained my ankle real bad(hey it rhymes. sorta)! it was like PHHHEEWWWW and PLOMP! and the ankle snapped. or so i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat on the floor for what seemed like ages seriously before propping myself up again. then bella was frantically getting me to rotate my feet and talk to her and i was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARRGH. can't talk! can't move!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so zijin very "kindly" offered to help me carry my stuffos and the next thing we knew, she tripped on a step too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i guess this is how retibution works, time and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still owe my poor blog for three days though. )= shall pop by again later. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently befriending some ice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1018277250301999779?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1018277250301999779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1018277250301999779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1018277250301999779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1018277250301999779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5653084484019370825</id><published>2008-03-23T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:06:42.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-grandaunt passed away&lt;br /&gt;- tuition teacher told my mother that her husband has stage 3 cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. life's fragile. people come and go all the time. it only depends on how well those times are spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to the CL seminar with bella and zijin today! from uh 9.30 to 1pm. annoying Bella didnt take her breakfast and we had to trek all over(sorta) SPH to accompany her to buy food for her poor growling stomach. sat in the seminar hall for so long our butts ached and we yawned till we were all practically crying.as in really. i swear tears were on the verge of tracking down my cheeks. sheesh. and to think we paid 5 bucks to go listen to some professional rattle on about how to do well for chinese Os which our chinese teacher specifically recommended us to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picked up zijin to drop her off at the toa payoh community library. AND my mam oh-so-cleverly went: "eh. zijin ah, what's your L1R5?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the la. so the report book was so clearly not forgotten after all. so much for my wishful thinking. &gt;:(  jeez. started whispering stuffs to zijin and mam started whispering (or so i think) to dad too. adults are such copycats i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Event of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;seline's mother plucks vegetables while seline is happily drinking chocolate milk and munching biscuits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mother says: "se! you see my hand!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;seline, too absorbed reading her papers, didnt bother to look up: "huh? uhm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mother says: "se! look! my hand's shivering!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;seline looks up in bewilderment: "EH??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mother lifts up hand and thrust it into seline's face. the hand was shaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mother says: "se! i think i have PARKINSON"S DISEASE!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mother puts down her hand, and the shaking incidentally stops totally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;seline scratched her head, not making head or tail of the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mother turns her attention to father: "papa! my hand's shaking! i think i got Parkinson's!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;father struts over: "eh?! seline make one right! what did seline do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mother looks over at poor dear seline, before looking back and saying with wide eyes: "seline punched me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*OUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a family i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5653084484019370825?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5653084484019370825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5653084484019370825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5653084484019370825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5653084484019370825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5056932949100656229</id><published>2008-03-20T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:50:46.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>earthworms are thronging our toilet like MAD. i swear there's like a bird's nest outside our toilet and that those worms were actually meant as food for the birdies but escaped. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. its effectively the end of term 2 week 1, since tomorrow's good friday and all. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days have been..... tiring. and seriously seem a lot longer than usual. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;eww. tuesday was terrible. my mam dug out my report book from my bag EARLY in the morning and it got passed on to the dad, who was merciless in his yellings. wtf. i seriously should've left the darn book in school or something. :/ he started scolding for freaking half an hour and i think he would've gone on and on if it wasn't for the fact that his superior would yak if he turned up late for school. ): sighs. the good stuffs never gets appreciated, just the bad. but okay i think i deserved it.. the scolding i mean. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;school was equally un-nice. officially switched places and ended up right smack at the front with a new tablemate who's nice but seriously weird and the object of many gossips. definitely not someone i can laugh like shit with or even chat away. )= uhh at least there's charlyne and bella and jiafeng to turn to behind. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;even cca was boring like siao, counting the juniors' attendance hours. i actually fell asleep while mrs khong was tittering away about some stuffs. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the only consolation for the day though was that tuition was fun! with funnydos jacob and taijun behind plus hilary, we made quite a lot of small talk. xD i realised how much i missed talking after sitting beside new tablemate for just a day haha. :D okay that's it. i shall stop being mean and just try to be the nicey adrian wong probably thinks i am by plonking me where i am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wed wasn't that bad! =D all bad things come to an end after all. parents calmed down after the initial storm and we stopped "fighting". my dad even stopped glaring at me 24 hours and even talked soccer again. :) so yeah, for now report book's forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;breezed through countless hours of maths plus maths remedial plus learning club sitting beside old partner again and laughing like some idiot. stomach muscles hurt like shit though, what with the sit ups and pull ups we did on monday. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;walked back home with jiafeng and saw a cat(as usual. i swear we're officially stalked by cats. everytime we decide to walk back together or something, a cat will never fail to appear. maybe its some kinda guardian cat. meow.) and a really cute squirrel bounding everywhere and was so tempted to just grab the squirrel and stuff it into my bag. sadly, the day i am fast enough to catch a squirrel, the world will just die of food poisoning or something. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*got hooked onto my "championship manager" game in my phone which was sent by jasmine and decided very cleverly not to study for lit and just briefly glance through that listen write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;today was slackoringo. Bella never fails to baffle me. i can't believe she actually doesnt know what is a nintendo or a playstation!! jeez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;haha okay, so the day ticked by... yada yada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;in cca, austin tan talked specifically to 10 of us. got sorted into team 1 and 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;team 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me&lt;br /&gt;-renyue&lt;br /&gt;-nat&lt;br /&gt;-jacq&lt;br /&gt;-ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;team 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xinying&lt;br /&gt;-jamie&lt;br /&gt;-virya&lt;br /&gt;-zhen yan&lt;br /&gt;-puisan (YES, i'll go add the exclamation marks when i don't feel lazy!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he described renyue as RUTHLESS, described Ruth as "new but with potential", desribed puisan and xy as "soft", jamie as "lucky" and blah blah. he said "there's no need to" describe me. but i bet if he did, he would've gone: "too rusty and horrible now" and kicked me out of the team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, played virya and won by a bit. sorta missed the good old days of scrabbling. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;weiduo came back and she nagged at me for not: "ying jieing" her! but used to it though. all seniors are like that. xP meanies. but seriously, SA's uniform is quite nice, what with the ten dollars tie in front and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5056932949100656229?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5056932949100656229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5056932949100656229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5056932949100656229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5056932949100656229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/earthworms-are-thronging-our-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3876023070461527861</id><published>2008-03-17T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:14:40.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;its seline hour again! So she gets to do what she wants within the hour before she gets chased off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*long post beware!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay sighs. Today being the first day of school didnt turn out all that good. It was great in the morning though!! Haha catching up on everyone's stories and screeching about how we darent show the crappy piece of PPR to parenters.. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THEN Adrian wong had to come and tell us that he wanted to change our seats. RAH. I LIKE my seat thanks very much, the fengshui and the peopleer around me! Why must change! Just when i am starting to get really accustomed to Emily chua 's constant name calling, siyan 's lame dame comments AND the hilarious jf 's annoying “QUICKs!” plus all that retarded speed games. =D *whines* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And we had PE after that, and I totally flunked standing board jump haha. Cant jump for nuts. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So to 'celebrate' the last day as tablemates, jiafeng and I decided to WALK all the way from school to AMK hub. YAY What a good way to burn calories* :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We stopped by this squeaky swing at some quiet place and swang/swung like mad, talking non stop about life and stuffs under the sun. PLUS the really huge tree. It was quite relaxing and fun.. just sitting and lazing around talking and complaining. Jf kept likening the scene to Fate and nanoha and after listening to some (jap) songs on her ipod on the swing, she talked about how the song felt like the end of the world. I swear that sounded retarded but the song did sound a bit uh, okay I dont know. Jiafeng tried climbing the bars in between and I suddenly had this flashback of the time I tried to climb a tree 10 years ago. All I can remember now is stepping on the chair and putting my foot on a trunk!! I’ve this nigging feeling I fell off the tree and had some amnesia or something. :/ otherwise, why would I just forget something like that hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway I love swings! I just love them. Its such a great place to think and its so quiet and drama-like heh. =D a GREAT place to emo, if I ever feel emoish anytime =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trekked all the way to hub after that, stopping on the way to say sorry to a snail, talk to a cat we thought was quite dao and making weird bird noises along the way. I swear I have such a retarded (ex) tablemate. =D but I &lt;3 her all the same! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ate pepper lunch and caught 'sky of love' haha. According to everyone, the movie was supposed to be really sad, tear jerkery and yada yada but I didnt even come close to crying except the part where the main female character smiled for her dying lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We thought the movie was uhm, not that good and all. BUT apparently the whole cinema was like sniffing away. And there we (she) were, laughing away at some parts. Hee seriously, I felt more like crying in CJ 7 than in this lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The funny thing was, when everybody left the cinema, there were like TONS of tissues hovering everywhere and the seats in front had like TEN tissues strewn all over the floor. Like uhh… evidence that the show is ..sad? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH YA. Found out our new seating arrangements. I swear Adrian wong hates me full time. I swear. )= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway I am currently sitting beside yada khoo now. No wait, as of tomorrow I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. A bit saddened now. I’ll miss talking to retarded mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay fine. Looking forward to a tolerable tomorrow. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3876023070461527861?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3876023070461527861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3876023070461527861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3876023070461527861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3876023070461527861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-seline-hour-again-so-she-gets-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7423739308488450540</id><published>2008-03-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:57:12.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmmm as usual, the drinking of soup marks the end of a day for me. nothing interesting ever happens after i finish drinking my soup, with the only exception being the FAMOUS TRIP millions of seconds ago. there is carrot, cabbage, seaweed and "hai dai" in my poor soup. i'm currently devouring it now, so there is still a slight chance that an insect might fly straight into my face or a cute cat from downstairs will appear at my doorsteps....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway jf popped by my house today for a little badminton and "to do work". =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she scared me to death. i mean, there i was, looking innocently at my phone and the moment the lift door opened, POOF! there she was, standing in BRIGHT yellow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(sheesh, she's making me laugh now. cant organise the bloggerlings gears together!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;after badmintoning, we went up and she started her "fate craze", and was so intrigued by fate and her butt shaking. it was hilarious though, whoever shakes their butt like that. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(oh no, i have FIVE mosquito bites on my arms and legs!! you stupid bloody parasites, you SUCK! *pun intended* )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we snuck out to the arcade after that! since it being the last day of holiday and all.. jf could para like mad. i tried my hand at it too........ and........... i'd rather not think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the guy at tenchi, the computer at tenchi and the bloody bookshelves were terrible!! so disorganised. like hello, we librarians at the library could do a much better job than that i swear. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyway, i like walking around with my tablemate! cos we uh talk quite a LOT. AND she doesnt run away from cats like other ppl do hah. i LOVE cats haha! saw like 7 of them on my way home and almost wanted to scoop up about 3 of them home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=THERE'S SCHOOL TMR DAMN. okay i hate to admit this but i miss school. as in really miss school!! not the lessons and teachers DUH but everyone to talk to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(5 more minutes and the seline hour will be up!! and i still haven't done PE reflection aargh.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;haha okay. i really want to see the state our tables are in, AND i dont want adrian wong to change seats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7423739308488450540?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7423739308488450540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7423739308488450540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7423739308488450540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7423739308488450540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6668886765380505689</id><published>2008-03-15T07:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:47:43.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the weather these few days have been freeezing. like BRRRR. i swear the climate is changing like mad and maybe a few years down the road we might experience something like the day after tomorrow. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aack. i can't believe i'm up so early. usually, being the pig everybody tells me i am, the normal wake-up time would be 11.30-12???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet here i am at freaking 8am. because my parents are off jogging at seletar reservoir. woots. when the cat is away the mouse comes out to play!! eh i realised that i've made references of myself to a mouse more than once. -.- wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm itching to play badminton again!! like lift up the racket, swing my arms and WOOSH, the cock flies over the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my dad went: "aiyo, play another day lah. mummy wants to go swimming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY my dad calls my mam "mummy" i'll never understand. but again, thats beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least can exercise in the pool too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmmm my sis is away at some sorta camp so there wasn't the usual monster yakking away at my ears just before bedtime telling me about everything under the sun. AND that also meant i had no monster to yak to as well, which feels a bit weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't spoken a single word to anyone since 10.30pm last night!! so now i'm resorting to talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello myself. i think signum is cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even that came out hoarse. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;am currently watching mgln now. haha can't believe jiafeng actually convinced (persuaded) me to watch anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i'm watching it, i think signum is pretty cool. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;stef hsu sucks. after watching juno and the yellow shorts guy, she keeps thinking dirty now. omg. i just realised the guy's butt is yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and months back, i tried so hard to convince stef that yellow was the new butt colour. SEE!! that's why you dreamt of juno! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nobody knows what i'm yakking about. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;phish. i haven done any holiday homework. better get to it now. =D there's history, chinese, biology, literature and bio SPA to contest with. eeks. shall do what i can before we go swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6668886765380505689?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6668886765380505689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6668886765380505689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6668886765380505689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6668886765380505689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/weather-these-few-days-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5535221522560510206</id><published>2008-03-13T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:01:35.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT OF YESTERDAY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;at 11.45pm yesterday, seline decided to switch off the computer after brushing her teeth. the moment her fingers flipped the main computer switch however, the whole house tripped, leaving her in absolute darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;seline freaked out like a mouse and fumbled her way to try to salvage the situation by turning the power supply again. try after try she failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;when she finally managed to coax the electricity back on again, she came face to face with her mother and father, who got awoken by the loud "TOK" sound and the lack of lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;she got yelled at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"IF YOU KEEP TOUCHING SOCKETS WITH WET HANDS, YOU'RE GONNA GET YOURSELF KILLED ONE DAY!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;seline doubt it was supposed to be amusing, but she giggled anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the parents then left her alone and she messaged a certain zijin and a certain jiafeng, who both thought it was hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;see how teenagers appreciate humour. seriously. adults have a rather warped sense of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;humour i mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got a new phone! haha and one that is not that old fashioned. but me being a sentimental being, i'll miss my old phone! now i have to start saving nice messages from everyone all over again sighs. seriously, whoever you are reading this, i bet i have one of your message stored somewhere in the depths of my old trusty and old fashioned phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh AND i chopped off some of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;me sms zijin: you evil meano! anyway i'm gonna shiggle away my hair now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;zijin sms me: you have hair? okay, thanks for reminding me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the kind of pals i have. TSK. okay so im balding, BUT there is always beijing 101 to turn to okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway was talking to chai pui san just now and she actually asked me to try peeling potatoes. PEELING potatoes. peeling POTATOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so her fault if the potato ends up unhappy about being stripped naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a wacky junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, as i so proudly proclaimed in front of a certain mrs khong, i repeat here again today, i LOVE all my juniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially that silly stupid wacky little chai. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about juniors and whatever, renyue says i have a bad memory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee, and she's probably not the first to say so mann! even though as usual, i BEG TO DIFFER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i like SA's uniform after seeing old senior samantha wearing it. i think it looks quite smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about uniforms, i think tan xinyi's vj uniform is quite nice!! after yan jiuing the whitish skirt and shirt when she came back long time ago(okay maybe not THAT long) , i decided that next yr i would want to go to either VJ or SA or AC! seeing that their uniforms are not bad haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hell. please dont trip again tonight my dear comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5535221522560510206?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5535221522560510206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5535221522560510206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5535221522560510206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5535221522560510206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-4529895446977537458</id><published>2008-03-12T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:08:14.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;if everyday went like it did today, i can kiss good results goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh. right. i ought to blame my ears. seriously. i was planted at my table the entire day, with textbooks, worksheets, workbooks, tys right at hand (actually they're strewn all over the place more like) and i chose to sit there, happily twirling my pencil and doodling hundreds of homework companions whilst listening to the newest gossip surrounding my family which my aunt and mother were churning out right beside me. gossips are so ... interesting ... that i doubt anyone can tune it out and actually study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;eh gossips are supposed to bring a glow to your face, or so my warped tablemate says.(hey that rhymes) the only thing i had on my face at the end of the gossip session however was the pattern of the tip of my water bottle. it is incidentally in the shaped of an "O". what an ominous sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was sneaky... and unproductive as usual. caught a movie (or two) with stef and surprise surprise! met my sister halfway. she stole one nacho from us, and specially asked me to help her dip it with duo duo cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told stef about how i dreamt about her falling off a balancing beam once when i was an innocent 8 years old. and she supposedly broke her leg and bled a lot. i have no idea, absolutely no idea why on earth would an innocent 8 year old of myself dream of such a thing. or for that matter, why i suddenly remembered the dream 8 years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef went all: "but broken legs DON'T BLEED!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ. why can't broken legs bleed anyway. the bones break, the skin break, the blood appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is it. tomorrow ought to be more productive. no more nonsense no more procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh hopefully no more weird dreams....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, my dreams even have plots. PLOTS. my brain is too active at night. no wonder it never works properly in the day. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-4529895446977537458?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/4529895446977537458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=4529895446977537458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4529895446977537458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4529895446977537458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6476736867891132981</id><published>2008-03-12T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:16:07.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's ahhmazing how fast three whole months have zoomed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even recall any year ever passing that fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe that i actually like school. here i am in the midst of the march holidays and i'm already thinking about seeing all my friends again and talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love all my friends. i think secondary school is where you forge the greatest and best friendship bonds, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day when i feel free, i'm so gonna write a "tribute" to all my lovely peng yous! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6476736867891132981?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6476736867891132981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6476736867891132981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6476736867891132981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6476736867891132981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_4720.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6106280149948209881</id><published>2008-03-10T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:15:15.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's monday again! had chem extra lessons for 3 whole hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but monday being the playing day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my usual dose of WII and youtube plus some badminton time at jf's house. Resident evil-shooting zombies, whacking imaginary baseball bats, hitting imaginary tennis rackets and boxing imaginary people really rock. ahh the wonders of nintendo WII. what a way to stress relieve. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've accomplished quite a bit (exercising wise) during the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 laps in the pool plus about an hour of badminton plus all that walking to and fro school and my house and jf's house ought to do the trick with my new exercising mantra hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6106280149948209881?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6106280149948209881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6106280149948209881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6106280149948209881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6106280149948209881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5587705104081575043</id><published>2008-03-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:42:08.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, mrs goh announced to us to pardon her handwriting in our report books. it then dawned upon us that she actually wrote a message in all our report books. hello. close to 400 "personalised" messages?!! and i thought writing those valentine's notes were tough enough. i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"seline, work hard and perservere in the months to come. an L1R5 of less than 10 is certainly possible. you can do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. great. i'm just glad she didnt faint at the sight of my horrendous PPR grade. whoever gets 23 for a term 1 PPR i wonder. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes after holding my report book, sadliness sank in. it's the sec 4 year now. 3 more terms and i'll be sitting for the big Os. yet, an L1R5 of 20 plus?? how bad can it get. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily my beloved tablemate jf was around as usual to offer hugs, sweet notes/letters and food to cheer me up. (= sometimes its simple gestures like these which are really heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, gambeteh! we'll all work hard and make it to the finishing line together, with a gold medal to boot (in emily chua's words)! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the URA trip was weird though. all we did on the so called learning journey was to run around hiding from one another or jumping out and scaring fellow classmates. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for URBAN REDEVELOPMENT AUTHORITY. so much for LEARNING JOURNEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. at least each of us went home with an extra half a brownie each, a scoop of ice cream plus fries for FREE in our stomachs afterward. what a show of adrian wong's generosity towards his form class hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stomach rumbles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5587705104081575043?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5587705104081575043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5587705104081575043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5587705104081575043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5587705104081575043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1476102450161436629</id><published>2008-03-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:19:10.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*revival potion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just no way i'm letting my blog die off now with all the things that are uh going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been so bad (to a bloody certain extent) i really need to rant. and rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it. this is the final straw, this is the final grass, this is the final whatever. the parents are getting on my nerves. so much for them thinking that they are understanding, cool, new-aged and nice. i moment i sit at the computer, the shouts start to rain on me. be it 10 minutes, 15 minutes or even 5 minutes, the scoldings will fly like some rocket launching into space. why can't they just understand that a human being has to have some leeway sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if i don't study and just plaster my stupid face to the suck ass computer screen day in and day out! i even limit myself to so little computer time! but no. the many times they walk in and out of my room and see me slogging my ass off trying to digest the latest maths or chem tidbits and dirtying tys books with my pencil, it gets brushed off. like duh. -my daughter is supposed to study every effing minute and anything prior to that is totally UNACCEPTABLE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment they see me near the computer however, they start noticing. they start prying into everything i'm doing online and my mam even resorts to standing behind me probing into everything i'm typing, every site i visit, every person i talk to. everyone has their own limits and i'm reaching the end of mine. what that sucks most is that the 'rents obviously don't trust me enough to even just let me have my own privacy. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1476102450161436629?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1476102450161436629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1476102450161436629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1476102450161436629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1476102450161436629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/03/revival-potion-theres-just-no-way-im.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7895957045446019902</id><published>2008-02-29T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:36:27.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*STABS BLOG* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blog dies. from today onwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7895957045446019902?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7895957045446019902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7895957045446019902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7895957045446019902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7895957045446019902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/02/stabs-blog-blog-dies.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-2249689555322041325</id><published>2008-02-29T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:34:01.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible oral topics recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YOG&lt;br /&gt;- edison chen&lt;br /&gt;- man on the loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;textbooks are coming alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, social studies textbooks are coming alive. what with the man on the loose and blah blah. go away, man, you are just adding more words to our textbooks. go away. be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-2249689555322041325?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/2249689555322041325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=2249689555322041325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2249689555322041325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/2249689555322041325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-8756116430356386834</id><published>2008-02-22T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:11:04.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found a new homework companion&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!+-+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                                    -0-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                                   -----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks somewhat like that thingy there. somewhat. i can draw so much better than that plus plus circle circle. if you are observant enough and take a peek at my homework, textbook, tys, notebooks, diaries, you'll be sure to meet it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've named it: "NINNY". after most of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that was random. but seriously i think we should all make/draw a homework companion for ourselves!! so that when we are pissed with all that formulas/equations/blah blah, we can find some joy in poking its eye with the pencil or for that matter, adding angry eyebrows for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it helps. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wiggles eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was UH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watched CJ 7! the fluffery ball was super cute! wish i had one like that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was UHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  talked and goofed a bit with tuitioners! and we MIGHT have secured a bit part of fiesta tix to TAI JUN or whatever he is. woots. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was UHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- playing day. bit part la. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was UHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- scrabble. start. end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was UHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Lj and Jf! xD&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway there goes my bloggerling bloggerer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall come back another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am being spied on by parents :&gt;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-8756116430356386834?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-347219860020294426</id><published>2008-02-17T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:57:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of another week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-valentine's preparation was tiring like anything&lt;br /&gt;(the shou huo made it all worth it though. =D both the chocolates AND especially the notes. thanks to everyone who wrote notes, who gave snacks and even those who didnt bother writing their names after dumping a whole load on my desk. ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- scrabble on thursday reignited my love for it&lt;br /&gt;(when i found out i could still construct stuffs like "botanist". but somehow.... it doesnt.... ya. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 4-colour-level-talk on friday was HAHA&lt;br /&gt;(renyue for the blue, me for the yellow, txy for the red and small flower for the grey. mini reunions/gatherings are always fun. i still refuse to believe the bf thingy tho! XD stupid txy, want to create scandals also must create more real ones right, eg jeridyn's many crushes. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jumper was pretty enjoyable (apart from the fact that i lost control of my footing and zig zagged down 3 HUGE cinema steps AND that the action movements were so fast all i could see from the second row were blurry lines -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it! i'm going for a 2 week hiatus this time. hopefully more interesting stuffs will uh, happen during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-347219860020294426?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/347219860020294426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=347219860020294426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/347219860020294426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/347219860020294426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5733210141553126871</id><published>2008-02-06T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:35:02.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random: im desperate to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET THAT BLOODY 6 POINTS&lt;/span&gt; on my results sheet next year. (one can always dream -.- )!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. so i'm back. (big deal.) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna cut myself some slack since its the hua ren xin nian! $$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news update: in recent times, classmates and cca mates alike have taken a liking to calling me an array of nicknames. so far, the most popular up to date one would most definitely be "ah kok". other less popular nicknames include, "kok", "kok-kok", "SE", "birdy".............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is your oyster. but the world is also most definitely a strange place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think my mam has a weird way of expressing herself sometimes. "witnessed" this scene whilst typing the above..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It all began one fine day (today actually) when my mam started dusting the piano behind me, in sync to the sound of my pattering fingers skittering across the keyboards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a moment later, mam turns, squinting at me (sitting snugly in my rollable chair), armed with a dirty piece of rug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;legend has it that when mothers are angry, they tend to throw stuff. luckily, that legend didnt come true as my mam smiled sweetly at me instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;turning back, she "accidentally" hit the two soft toy dogs sitting innocently on the piano and they fell PLONK! to the floor, lying in a really sad heap of white fluff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my mam then picks up the two soft toys roughly and directed her abuse at the smaller sized dog in halting chinese: "why're you so bu ting hua eh?! i cleaning the piano then you purposely block my way! never even help me clean the piano after you've been living on it for so long! and NOW you go and start falling off the piano! so troublesome!  bu ting hua!! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thereafter, mam whacks the accused (smaller sized dog) soundly on the butt before glaring at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;as i turned quickly away and averted my attention back to the computer, i could feel her eyes bearing into my back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;it's funny how well mothers know their stuff(aka what works on their kids). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i understand that its time for spring cleaning. AND i swear i'll help her clean the piano after i'm finished with this post, lest she attacks another unsuspecting (SMALLER SIZED)((the older one is not at home, see))  soft toy again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyany anyways, life's been good so far. the seating ppl around me have been Funstastic! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bella with her idiotic and silly out-of-the-blue remarks,&lt;br /&gt;choryi with her tendency to leave stuffs at my table after every chinese lesson,&lt;br /&gt;si yan with her Lameness lame lames and weird actions,&lt;br /&gt;emily chua and her constant suaning of innocent ppl such as i,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course my crazy and sot sitting partner jf who keeps complaining that i glide instead of walking and keeps trying to scare me 92% of the time, who actually also keeps me from falling asleep in class because of her totally random and weird remarks and also because i find the pictures she draws quite amusing. &gt;&lt; hmm, quite a big difference from my old sitting partner, who sleeps like 99% of the time and made me feel like sleeping all the time cos there was nobody to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: scrabble's coming back! ahaha, like finally. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh JEEz i'm ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall stop now. parents are yelling at me to "CHANGE THE BEDSHEETS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. where's the other kok sibling when i need her?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE rooms worth of shit SHEETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. better get my ass to work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5733210141553126871?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5733210141553126871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5733210141553126871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5733210141553126871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5733210141553126871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-im-desperate-to-get-that-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-87219001041897563</id><published>2008-01-28T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:50:05.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not a substantial post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must still say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand mothers. i mean, i know everything they say is FOR YOUR OWN GOOD but sometimes their actions baffle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i snuck online about half an hour ago, exchanging myself with my sister in front of the computer which is right smack in the middle of the living room. just as i expected, the mam didnt notice the change in height and size and hair length for 30 minutes straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then JUST NOW, she zoomed past me and flashed a megawatt smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. a first. she actually SAW ME on the COMPUTER and she SMILED at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as i was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, since maybe mam finally 想通了, she walked BACKWARDS from the balcony and yelled at me to switch off the comp. hais. joy = shortlived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently risking a few limbs typing this but ah wells. &lt;em&gt;let it be done. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i have such slow reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it runs in the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-87219001041897563?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/87219001041897563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=87219001041897563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/87219001041897563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/87219001041897563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-substantial-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-6336521101667072324</id><published>2008-01-27T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T12:23:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have exactly 45 minutes to plough through the internet, read whatever i wanna read and blog whatever i wanna blog. because once THEY come back and catch me dancing my fingers across the tapboard, i'd be grilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE i told them casually that i wouldn't really mind that much if i ended up smack in a lousy JC next year. obviously they couldnt tell that i was actually joking. jokes just don't go well with the O levels in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's thursday that i wanna blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being only one of three people in my class who don't take higher chinese, we didnt have to worry about taking back our chinese O level results. the rest of our classmates were on tenterhooks and some were even doing some sorta countdown to the time the results are released. (something i would definitely do next year, even though countdowns like these just spells NERVY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, despite being uninvolved, i was feeling super worried the whole day. i wanted everybody in my class to get their A1s, only because i didnt want to witness them cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at about 1 something, yellow badges started pouring into the MPR, red badges started flying into the hall, and the minority us who don't take higher chinese were shoved into the AVA room to do 应用文。 hello. 应用文 when the O LEVEL results were being released??? how anti climatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, as we were halfway through that damned 应用文, we got ordered into the hall to see how the red badges fared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked into the hall to join the rest of the higher chinese yellow badges and i saw what i least wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't a pretty sight. some classmates were in tears or staring dazedly ahead. others were grinning from ear to ear, laughing gaily. it was easy, so easy to see who were the ones who had done well. i saw my sitting partner in tears too and the feeling was terrible. disappointment is a bitter pill to swallow and somehow i can attest to that very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straightaway after that, names of the red badges on the honour roll were flashed. i found myself cheering like mad when the first name i spotted was tanxinyi! was super super happy for her!! hah, i just knew this crazy ex senior of mine would get her 6 points. duh. like what renyue said, some people just have the "i'm smart, what about you?" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as more people hopped onto stage, more tears were shed. this time, those tears were for a very different emotion altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 10 A1s honour roll list, YUXI was called up!!! zhuwei and i started bouncing around and yelling at everybody who were within earshot that she was our senior and president!!! LOL. two librarians on the cards. somemore one top scorer. not bad for such a small cca man. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. anxiety, sympathy, sadness, exhiliration. i felt that all in one short day. despite being uninvolved more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year, i want my tears shed to be that of sheer happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;notes from the lighter side: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! the red badges came back to see us! dongdong, zhenying, weiduo, nic, yuxi, adeline, eve.... blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got accused of being blur and blind by dongdong. JUST BECAUSE i didnt see her when i opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got accused of being DAO by weiduo. JUST BECAUSE i jumped out and said yo to nic ann lee first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got made into a makeshift table by zhenying, who missed marking the attendance so much. EVEN THOUGH there was a table somewhere near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got accused of not knowing anything by zhenying, weiduo and nic. JUST BECAUSE i was doing the bloody board and was completely clueless about the sec 1 orientation, which was not planned by moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hello, where's the "long time no see!" or "how're ya!" or "missed ya all!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. how many years have i known them. MEAN is just nailed into their vocabulary. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new sec 1s looked intimidating. didnt bother talking to them much la. like for what. we're leaving soon liao anyways. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to step down!!! even though i might miss some of my dear juniors men. okay maybe not. i don't wanna step down THAT quick. i just don't want to have anything to do with the notice board, attendance lists, MCs, duty rosters, scrabble money collecting and being a scrabble informer anymore. 3 whole years doing them is more than enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll still love scrabble no matter what. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on hindnote, that pizza we ate was nice. i'm feeling hungry now. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh jeez. better get to studying quick! i want (to continue dreaming about) my 6 points!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-6336521101667072324?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/6336521101667072324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=6336521101667072324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6336521101667072324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/6336521101667072324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-exactly-45-minutes-to-plough.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-1981251798174335969</id><published>2008-01-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:40:32.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a weird thing in chem lab today. like when do i ever NOT do a weird thing for lab practicals. but never mind, thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make a long story short, i added about close to 60 drops of colour indicator into my X and Y solution when i was just supposed to add like TEN. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only after jiafeng started yelling at me that i finally REALISED that i was doing the experiment totally wrong. and close to half the class went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! SELEEEENE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for the unassuming, colour indicator is added to indicate the PH changes. so adding 60 drops of colour indicator into solutions is totally UNacceptable. i dunno what the hell i was thinking when i added in those extra 50 drops!! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez. as if the potato incident and the beaker incident and the titration incidents were not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah and i went gaming again today. have absolutely no idea how and why i suddenly have so much time on my hands. 0.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-1981251798174335969?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/1981251798174335969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=1981251798174335969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1981251798174335969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/1981251798174335969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5854694955116557725</id><published>2008-01-20T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:41:32.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, i was walking home from school pondering about the fates of those two small white birds which the "father" (or so everyone claims. hello. what exactly is so holy about him though i wonder. talking about exorcising ghosts, sprinkling water at people. hell, i could do that too.) and a certain school teacher so cruelly forced out(i didnt cry. was too busy screaming and swearing at those people). As i went on thinking about how doltish these two people were to actually think that they were doing a good deed sending tame birds into the wild(only to get killed by crows), i stumbled into a playground not far from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of kids from the childcare center nearby yelled to each other (standing maybe 20, 30 cm apart?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你看！有人要上学了！一定是小学的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. some 4 or 5 year old kid actually thought i was a PRIMARY kid. i KNOW im short. you didnt have to rub it in mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i trotted off down the stairs, i was greeted by a cat standing majestically in simba style with its eyes closed. giggling to myself, i wondered if cats knew the benefits of practising meditating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensing my presence, the cat then swished its tail on my feet and meowed at my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to think that it was actually buddha who decided to send a heavenly cat down to earth to bless my legs so that i can stop being a shorty and grow tall faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i just realised that we have practically no tests this week save for some stupid ting xie. OMFG. liberation!! for a while at least. whew. (((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i finally found a fellow avid gamer in the form of my new sitting partner. went to jiafeng's house on the pretext of doing a maths project and ended spending almost the whole saturday playing her xbox and the nintendo guitar thing. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her at the bus stop and we both got harressed by a HUGE and BIG and FAT and ENORMOUS hornet or wasp or something. i swear its almost the size of three eyeballs. i know running is not the best thing to do in such cases, but..... EWW. i'm still traumatised by it. never mind. must be because jiafeng was wearing yellow and being a hornet/wasp, it wants to get close to something yellow so that it can turn into the yellow and black bumble bee again. ahh. great. i'm not talking sense. i think im still traumatised. ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiafeng's house is on the 18th storey. her sister's room has this full length window that can be opened fully. according to her, the scenery below that room is pretty nice too, so it wouldn't be that bad a place to commit suicide. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH it was really really fun. when Os are over, i'm so gonna force her to let me come to her house again to play. =DD even though by now, after watching me play all those games, she should be quite wary of my gaming skills as well as my sense of direction. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;afternote: the "peek into what's me" column this week has been held back due to a lack of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5854694955116557725?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5854694955116557725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5854694955116557725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5854694955116557725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5854694955116557725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-5372002987096192748</id><published>2008-01-20T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:11:46.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like wrapping up 2007(better late than never) properly before i move on to all those daily happenings. again, it's another attempt at being serious. i hope it turns out better than the others. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the good:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was supposed to be a new beginning for me. a whole classload of new people in a brand new class with not a single close friend in sight. i just read pui san's blog and it sorta triggered some sorta deja vu. the difference was probably that i was the one who opted for the change. i could have stayed on with the rest of my sec 2 mates, but i didnt. instead, i opted for something else, something entirely different, something entirely new. i opted for change. i opted for escapade. i no longer wanted to top the class(coming from one of, if not the worst class in sec 2), i no longer wanted to look around and catch supposed close friends sneaking glances of jealousy at me after their initial words of encouragement. thus, i hopped on to the supposedly more prestigious class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the end of 2007, i was decidedly a much happier person. i no longer came across as a smart aleck or even an arrogant person. the atmosphere was no doubt more competitive academically, but not as emotionally trying as my sec 2 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i'm seriously glad i made that choice to opt for ec. the friends i made in 07 were certainly truckloads more caring and encouraging. at least they don't get so overhwhelmingly jealous of something as superficial as academic grades. neither do they backstab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these friends of class 07 are friends for life material. and i really hope nothing changes that. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the bad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only bad which happened in 07 were those disgustingly horrendous grades for the maths and sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, on afterthought, all those &lt;a href="mailto:?!@@$@$"&gt;?!@@$@$&lt;/a&gt;#@!! losses to RI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the surprising:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pleasantly surprising that we actually came in third for the two major scrabble comps we sat for last year despite the absence of you all graylies out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the shocking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jose mourinho actually got sacked from chelsea and oh the horror! he actually didnt land the job of being the new england fc manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the sad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scrolled through my phone calendar and realised that soon, in about 7 days time, it would be my granny's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this year, she would no longer be able to celebrate it. she would never get the chance to turn 81.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i deleted off her birthday note in my phone, i added a new note at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granny's death anniversary date. this is the day people will remember her by from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years of not being in the same class. 3 years of not being in the same school. stef and i can still talk about shit and pee and yellow butts. primary school buddies are still the best. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite everything, i've decided that since it's tradition, i shall still make my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1) i MUST read a chinese article everyday. chinese Os are just around the corner mann. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2) be NEATER. that mountain on my writing table now MUST GO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3) spend less time on the computer and blog less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4) study like mad, and get into either hc or vj or nj. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh sod it. you and i both know that there's no point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7612589748052411808</id><published>2008-01-18T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:41:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 to 4 hours of sleep a day can do some pretty serious damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever. having a headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to prattle about the birds and what nots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7612589748052411808?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7612589748052411808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7612589748052411808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7612589748052411808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7612589748052411808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/01/tgif-3-to-4-hours-of-sleep-day-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7123543026865871183</id><published>2008-01-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:36:10.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally a short day for liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant even be bothered to type a proper post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 life is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lessons, extra lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after extra lessons, CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after CCA, tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tution, its project time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah at least amaths tuition was quite funny today. what with that korean guy poking fun at our teacher and talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh wells. when you're living a life like us sec 4s, nonsense are seriously amusing enough. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7123543026865871183?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7123543026865871183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7123543026865871183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7123543026865871183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7123543026865871183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-9181466689784035259</id><published>2008-01-14T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:13:40.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm pretending it's monday now. oh my. seriousness just don't click well with me. as of next week, i'm quashing that seriousness thingo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-7491262896531255248</id><published>2008-01-13T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:25:24.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer: I am trying my hand at seriousness. so! this post is going to be as serious and boring as i can make it to be. Please read it at your own peril. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but first, "a peek into what's me" (my first official column about me and more me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past and present has it that I'm one of the least observant person on earth(i'll limit it to one planet. who knows what aliens or predators outside our world are up to anyway). I swear, my classmates can walk to class one day with an extra pair of arms or a third eye and i'd never notice. things can missing and i'd realise it only days or even weeks later. i can wear my shorts or socks the other way round and not realise it. BUT, put some maths or bio worksheets in front of me and i'd go hopping mad at the grammatical/vocabulary/spelling errors. (hello, supposed masters in your field.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT's why i like reading The Straits Times so much. errors are kept to the minimum. ok great, there i go, talking about newspapers again. but seriously, they play such a big part in our lives(well i don't know about you, but it is the case for me)! trouble is that i doubt they'll ever hire someone who is deranged(in other people's words) or even worse, someone whose Sec 3 form teacher didnt pick her to write the commonwealth essay(imagine the hurt it could do to "potential writers" when your form teacher does not appreciate your writings enough to pick you to write the commonwealth essay even though you've been picked consecutively for years since primary school. not like i'll really write it anyway, but that's beside the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this "writer"'s self esteem is currently hovering at point zero. and she will not take it lying down as long as she still aspires to be a newspaper columnist next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;................................. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is WHY my new mantra would be to write serious posts on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, teachers are everywhere(whether you like it or not, duh). boring as the bulk of them are, they admittedly still play a humongous part in our school life. today, my focus would mainly be on a certain library teacher and my much mentioned form teacher, both of whom play a big part in my life now(whether i like it or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: the post above is purely an attempt to have a go at seriousness. it's all in the name of good fun(for me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-7491262896531255248?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/7491262896531255248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=7491262896531255248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7491262896531255248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/7491262896531255248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-me.html' title='my me'/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-4969445476073105342</id><published>2008-01-07T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:52:50.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i KNOW i am not supposed to be here, compy. i KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mummy tells me that, my daddy tells me that, my sister tells me that(she didnt do it that obviously though. all she ever does when i am at the computer is to thrust her big furry soft toy dog into my face anyway. but i take that as a SIGN.) and now! even my compy tells me that(again, not directly. but from the many times it shut down on me when i am not looking, i can TELL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as usual, i defy all odds and here i am! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! from school reopening til now, it has ALL been about library. seriously ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it's that bad a thing la. sometimes it can be fun doing stuffs for the ahem* new sec 1s. plus talking to all those (mentally disordered) juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one such example of a mentally disordered junior is called pui san. (there! i put your name! happy??!) =DD jeez. juniors nowadays. i just dunno what went into them.. their screws are seriously becoming looser by the minute. one is so obsessed about that whale rider.. another calls me moufrog, another has really weird ideas.. the list goes on. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. my throat didnt function from thursday to saturday!! and i couldnt talk. now i finally realised how much i love speaking after voicey decides to finally reunite with voiceyboxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been using a lot of it recently, even going to the extent of embarassing myself again by shouting all those "join library" thingos. gosh. the things i do. when my throat is only just recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister had a new revelation for me yesterday. no wonder i didn't really like cupboards since dunno when. she told me she used to hide in cupboards when we were young and would jump out at me the moment i open the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these stuff. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with such a sis.................................. no wonder i am who i am today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-4969445476073105342?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/4969445476073105342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=4969445476073105342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4969445476073105342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/4969445476073105342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-i-am-not-supposed-to-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3318883287638472681</id><published>2008-01-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:07:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever lost your voice before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in REALLY lost your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just lost mine two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i open my mouth, the most i can do is either squeak or croak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk!! but can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic just called and i squeaked at her. i hope she gets the message that she should come for cca fair tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more the merrier. i just love reunions. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3318883287638472681?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3318883287638472681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3318883287638472681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3318883287638472681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/3318883287638472681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2008/01/ever-lost-your-voice-before-as-in.html' title=''/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-3183124560595653468</id><published>2008-01-02T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:56:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoever said it was gonna be a happy new year?</title><content type='html'>whew. havent really been updating these days. due to the, what do people out there call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. the FESTIVE season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i wanted to churn out a post on dear 07! but realised that those minute hands today are sorta ticking faster than usual. ahh wells. shall shelf that thought for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;these few days have been............... bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&gt;caught a 38.5 degrees fever which lasted for 3 days. tried to act tough(because after all, it has been about 6 whole years since the last time i walked into the fever bubble) and ended up feeling worse from all that effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:?!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;?!@##$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&gt;caught a horrible cough cum sore throat and am currently trying to coax my voice to return to its voicebox again. it sucks being able to only croak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&gt; chalked up a mountain load of homework. best thing was, i realised my homework was 90% undone only yesterday. yesterday. while i was running that dreaded fever. and being a last minute human.... well ya you know the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and if thats not enough, stupid liverpool had to draw with stupid man city few days ago. jeez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whoever said it was going to be a happy new year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anyway, at least we managed to catch I Am Legend on christmas eve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;will smith was super cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i think if i were the last person on earth, i probably cant live on for nuts sake. not to mention making the big screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;for one thing, i cant drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;for another, i have no idea how to broadcast messages internationally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;thirdly, i cant offer myself "food and security", let alone the other people out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;fourthly, i have zero survival instinct. i don't know how to use a gun, i cant hunt and i cant kick zombies' asses like those in facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;enough said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i still thought that it was a cool flick anyway. a really interesting one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;today was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the first day of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my 10th first day of school in st nicks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it was nothing special. all the teachers had the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;U R SEC 4s NOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;talk with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;mrs goh started nurturing her relationship with us. we are currently her most loved after the red badges departure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;mr A wong allocated seating positions. sometimes, change is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ended up smack at the side of the class beside the window with jiafeng right smack beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;only sat beside her for one day and by golly, i just know that she's psychic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-3183124560595653468?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/3183124560595653468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=3183124560595653468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen in love with newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened my house doors at 10 am today for my daily dose of blackish paper and to my utmost horror, the papers just weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither were my parents. maybe the papers' disappearance had something to do with them, i thought. after all, they do have a strange habit of kidnapping the newspapers whenever they wanted me to "concentrate on my homework". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only after i switched on my phone and saw the oncoming flood of "merry christmas"es that it finally dawned on me that the straits times just weren't gonna make it today. after all, their journalists need rests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slumping onto the sofa, i started sulking. was this how christmas was going to start... without newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine. just imagine a day without newspapers. not knowing the latest soccer news, headlines............ etc. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, half an hour later, the master of the house came home armed with "the new paper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could finally breathe easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i would end christmas clutching the prints on blackish and recycled paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804954-5543989821060007701?l=marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/feeds/5543989821060007701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804954&amp;postID=5543989821060007701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5543989821060007701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804954/posts/default/5543989821060007701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshmellows-in-the-air.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>seline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11905494497848761886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804954.post-958110454756273400</id><published>2007-12-22T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:59:42.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HONG KONG TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R20CpoeNeQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HJUAB_0lOk0/s1600-h/RIMG0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146772863416367362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R20CpoeNeQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/HJUAB_0lOk0/s400/RIMG0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tour groupies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R20CF4eNePI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ESWiHBqprSQ/s1600-h/RIMG0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146772249236044018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R20CF4eNePI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ESWiHBqprSQ/s400/RIMG0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R20BtIeNeOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tSy5jxIhnF4/s1600-h/RIMG0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146771824034281698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R20BtIeNeOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tSy5jxIhnF4/s400/RIMG0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R20BE4eNeNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/onJFSYK7ygc/s1600-h/RIMG0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146771132544547026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R20BE4eNeNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/onJFSYK7ygc/s400/RIMG0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z_X4eNeMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kkVlpGa0zTM/s1600-h/RIMG0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146769259938805954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z_X4eNeMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kkVlpGa0zTM/s400/RIMG0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z9hIeNeLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pKVhgYiZI5s/s1600-h/RIMG0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146767219829340338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z9hIeNeLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pKVhgYiZI5s/s400/RIMG0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z9G4eNeKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1l5YcgSfKRY/s1600-h/RIMG0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146766768857774242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z9G4eNeKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1l5YcgSfKRY/s400/RIMG0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z7hYeNeJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8V2dR4JZN38/s1600-h/RIMG0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146765025101052050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z7hYeNeJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8V2dR4JZN38/s400/RIMG0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146763655006484610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z6RoeNeII/AAAAAAAAAHE/znloi38wQ10/s400/RIMG0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they actually spelt HOUSE wrongly. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z55YeNeHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5NWtE4zz--g/s1600-h/RIMG0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146763238394656882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z55YeNeHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5NWtE4zz--g/s400/RIMG0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z4iIeNeEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fjcfPMAtWYk/s400/RIMG0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z3toeNeCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xda6nPsjwsM/s1600-h/RIMG0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146760837507938338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z3toeNeCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xda6nPsjwsM/s400/RIMG0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z234eNeBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tTGLZXP_J3k/s1600-h/RIMG0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146759914089969682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2z234eNeBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tTGLZXP_J3k/s400/RIMG0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3borGsnhTr8/R2zyk4eNd5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/iVnacDNpADY/s400/RIMG0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;okay. end of hong kong trip. 5 days nia. super short stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;our tour group only had 27 people this time round! the more the merrier mah. (haha and no really shuai guys. -.- )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;seriously, hong kong is just all walk and not much sightseeing. just like singapore. that probably explains the SORE feet we're all nursing now. and the little hole in each of our pockets(except mine. you see, i conveniently forgot to change my sing dollars to the gang bi and so relied heavily on others' finances for my stuffs). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for the boliaos, please read on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for the easily bored, please don't go beyond the skinnies. travel entries will bore the hell outta people. and i fully understand. all those years of YOUNG WRITERS with all those "really well written" travel entries just bore the skin out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;unless im the one writing it hoho. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the skinnies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- got chased around and shouted at by some woman police(speaking canto) for climbing up the flower garden walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- got "chased" by salespeople(speaking canto) to buy some medicine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;the everything (i have to write this.): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;flew to hongkong, where we caught a glimpse of who our tour group people consist of(hmmmm)... met our tour guide, who happily claims that his name is vincent yong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;took a boat ride to lamma island and froze on the upper deck of the choppy waters. thought about the consequences of doing a "you jump i jump" reenactment and shivered all the way to the seafood restaurant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;on the ride back, everyone who was at the upper deck appeared mysteriously on the lower deck. everyone. sometimes, cold can be overbearing. even for the guys. coupled with all that wind.. hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;explored the hotel. freakish small. tried banging on the walls to see how thin they were. they, apparently, stood pretty strong. (hell, that was insignificant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;day 2: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the morning call sounded at 6. woke up at 5.15 to wash my hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had a full day tour. really full day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was when we realised the full power of cantonese. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was also when someone as young as i got hounded in canto to buy some funny medicine. practically everyone in our tour group got stalked. even the poor baby, who was bawling away. freakish. really freakish. and the best thing was, the main sign on their factory had a glaring spelling error. HOUSE was spelt as HOVSE and the whole place became a subject of ridicule among us people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lesson learnt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in scenarios where you get approached by over enthusiastic hk salespeople, back away slowly one step at a time, constantly shaking your head and looking confused. it works. plus, throw in a: "um sek thaeng" and poof you can go free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;day 3:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DISNEYLAND. thats all there is to say. rides, games, shows... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just two words: FUN &amp;amp; TIRING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;day 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i finally understood the true meaning of "feet pain". walking down 4 mrt stations and weaving thru all the shops took a toil on my poor feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;after many hours, i couldnt even walk. )= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and we had to retire to our hotel to rest for a while before setting off again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;plus point? we probably burnt away all the calories gained that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy part? bought quite a lot of stuffs(bags, clothes, food and clothes) from ladies street and temple street, the famed night markets which are must gos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;all that suffering, while others went to the ocean park. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;day 5: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i guess this was the main highlight of the entire trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;popped into kowloon park and marveled at the colourful flowers on display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;not knowing any better, my sis and i started climbing up the flower walls flanked by pools of water. high they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this was when we heard a woman donning police colours shouting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it was only after a full 30 seconds when we realised that she was shouting at us in canto and we had almost the whole park as audience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;blissfully ignorant(didnt understand canto), we continued climbing the walls to the top, laughing at the way the woman sounded so pissed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it was only after we realised that all eyes were on us and that there were actually STAIRS at the side of the walls to get to the top that it finally dawned on us that we were the ones being shouted at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHOOPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this was what the woman said after mam translated it to chinese for us: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"xiao peng you! zhe bian bu shi ge ni men pa de! ni men yao shang qu jiu zou shang lou ti! zhe yang da le hai xiang xiao hai zi yi yang pa qiang bi! wei! xiao peng you!! xia lai!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;coolios. we got yelled at in canto without even realising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the world is a strange place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;aren't walls meant to be climbed? 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