<?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-11591973</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:40:31.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PrinCeSs YoNgXiNn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111954156315816660</id><published>2005-06-23T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:46:03.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Copycat?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haven't really been blogging lately. I'm ill, you see. Fever, cough, flu, usual backaches and all that. I hurted it once when I am sleeping, what I mean is my back. Just feel so troubled, like the world going to come down hard on me. Everything's not right, thought it seems perfect. I'm satisfied with the things I get in life. I'm not boasting and all that. But I always got what I want and I am satisfy with the things life have always in store for me. Sweet surprises and nice things. I can't be more better. I feel very lucky and all that. And I really do. I have a lot to thanks for. Such like my parents. I really envy them, being able to tolerate such a bad-tempered person like me. But my heart goes out to them, thinking that always wants the best for me and they kept those that wasn't really that best for themselves. Sigh. I should feel lucky but I hop that they should really stop doing that because I really feel grown up and loved. Mummy always tell me these: "No matter how grown-up you feel, you'll always be like the same little girl when you were first born out." And I'll be filled with tears. Mummy and Daddy always get me what I wants and I can't be more grateful. I really appreciate them. I do. But I still kept thinking that something's missing in my life. And I have this terrible feeling like the world's coming down on me and things shall be no longer the same. I really hope that as time goes by, I would really stop having this feeling. This terrible feeling would just fate away. Anyway, I just finished watching "At the Dolphin's Bay". It's such a nice show, or was it a movie? Owells. Whatever it is. It's so romantic and I was like in tears when I watch it. I can't help it at all, I'm just too emotional. It's all about love. And I was thinking: "Those kids in the shows really acts well. And it seems so real like they really cherished what they were going through. The difficuties, and their seperations." I was thinking of all that. They can cherish each other and all those around them and why can't people in real life just cherish what they have? And that includes me as well. I sometimes takes things for granted. Yes, I do. But I know it's wrong now. And why do people kept insulting others? Like copycats and all that? Why can't they think like: "Oh. Perhaps, it's just a concidence." Recently, there's this "Someone" who came and blog rubbishes at my blog. Saying that I should stop using the words "adorations" and "nicey nicenice". But I was like: "Why can't I use it?" Upon seeing the text, my first reaction was like: "Oh. This gotta be another stupid misunderstanding!" Sigh. It's all becuase I don't ever want to create a bad reputation for myself. Things isn't like that. Why people just think or just even turn back to see if they have actually make any mistakes? I am definitely someone who make mistakes, and in the past, I don't turn back to see if I have made those. But I do now and I am feeling a great deal of freedom and it's a great feeling. It's all because I have met someone who's actually making me feel that way. daniel. You make me turn back that one time to see if I have make any mistakes, and if I really did, I knew it's never too late to make amends. But people now just don't. What they shot off their mouths is like "Copycats". I knew that Shilin and I have this copycats misunderstanding in the past too but now we're on good terms already. And now, guess what? Another poppy head stuck out from nowhere and called me a copycat. Owells. I guess love's missing from my life. But I'm not going to sit there and cry and kept thinking about it. So long as I'm brave and have patient in waiting for it, I believe that it'll come to me. And perhaps, the love I'm waiting will last forever. I knew it will. Thanks, Dan. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 429 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111954156315816660?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111954156315816660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111954156315816660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111954156315816660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111954156315816660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/06/copycat-havent-really-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111866755262929366</id><published>2005-06-13T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T07:54:39.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Cursed~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Cursed~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Really have loads of fun today, definitely with Shanni and Eleanor. It has been sometimes since I went for a shopping spree. And that is what exactly I did today. I brought loads of things. Seriously hope Mummy and Daddy is not going to kill me. Laughs. Meet Shanni and Eleanor at Yio Chu Kang Mrt Station and turned out that Shanni is only there and Eleanor was at the second floor. Ask Shanni why Eleanor was up there, and she told me that she's wearing a skirt and it doesn't seems to go well with her outfit and all that. Girl, you looked perfectly fine to me. You know how to dress well, so don't say you don't! What I mean is that we all know how to dress well and all that. I am definitely not bring shameless by saying that just because I am straight-forward. Owells. I'm just being frank and all that. Hahas. And I'm also trying to let you have more confidence in yourself. Duh? Really hope that you can understand what I'm trying to do right, it's all for your own good. Does I sound like I'm like an old lady? Hope not. Laughs. Actually deciding to go to Bugis, but also don't know why last minute decided to go to Junction 8. Kind of weird. Went to Delifrance for lunch and spent a bomb there. After that, go and shop around. Eleanor decided to get a baggie, so choose one for her. And there she was again, hesitating about whether or not she should buy. Sigh. She still buy it in the end. Then we went to Gift a Name and I brought one with my name decorated on it. Then come out passed by the cinema. I told them if they want to catch a movie, then it's all settled. We're going to catch a movie since there is still time for it. We brought the tickets and went of to the shops again. Hahas. Brought sunglasses and a handbag. Eleanor brought a similar handbag too, the only difference is that we have the different colour. Then we gone off to the cinema because we don't want to be late to catch the movie. Brought a set of popcorns, ice-creams and drinks and go in to share. Ohh. I love ice-creams. Was there at my seat feeding the two of them ice-cream. Grins. I guess we were pretty noisy in the cinema because Eleanor and I were like laughing at each other over little things. Hahas. I guess the movie was pretty scary and I were like screaming or whatsoever you might think of. I guess I must scared Eleanor and Shanni out of their life, do I? Anyway, the movie was named "Cursed". The movie was pretty good but terrifying too. Just knew that I was shivering slightly when the movie was over because I feel so cold. Went home after that. We'll going to catch the next movie again on soneday. Ghost train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Creeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 419 Dayss&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111866755262929366?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111866755262929366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111866755262929366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111866755262929366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111866755262929366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/06/cursed.html' title='~Cursed~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111807023636951450</id><published>2005-06-06T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T08:42:37.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Chalet Funs~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Chalet Funs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes. Was back from Terrence's chalet and was told by my parents that the event was cancelled. Huh? To think that I have rushed home from his chalet and came back to see that it was being cancelled. Sigh. Should I have known that the event was cancelled, I should have stayed at his chalet longer. Owells. It's just fate. Anyway, to me, the chalet was quite fun and memorable. And here it goes -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Day 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Owells again. The chalet. Mum and Dad wasn't very happy that I have the chalet. But since I made some improvement in my exams and they're so-called satisfied, they let me have my way by letting me have my hair down [ meaning to relax ] and all that. Meet Daniel down there at Agnes' block there and we set off there together to Oucram Park Mrt Station to wait for Anna. But it turned out that we need to go to the Ang Mo Kio Mrt Station at the last minute because Shilin and Mad will be waiting for Daniel there and therefore, I had to tugged along together. Owells. It's okay after all. Reached the station already and found Shilin and it was then I remind Daniel that we need to meet Anna at Oucram Park Station and not to forget, Derek at Novena Station. Daniel said that Shilin and Mad said that we're able to take a direact bus to Downtown East but thinking of Anna, I just can't leave her behind and set off for DG Mrt Station to meet her there. And finally did I get to see her and we leave for Downtown East together. Was really far and far. But can't wait for the fun that's waiting for me! Was at the bus-stop there waiting for the bus and then saw Shilin and Mad, Daniel and Derek. Kept telling myself: "I must explain things to her!" Yes. Didn't talk to each other and I just want her to understand. Shilin, if you're reading this, I hope you won't mind if I actually seek help from Anna and Mad. Was asking them how am I to explain to you. And both of them give me the same answer, the calm way. Laughs. Right now, Shilin and I was back on good terms again. No more copycats, and there wasn't really any! Grins. Was really glad and high that things end up this way. We just sort it out and ciolence is not the way to solve the problem. Giggles. After that, time to go to Escape. But Anna doesn't want to. Therefore, me and Terrence stayed for a while to try to talk to her to join in the fun. She did join in the fun and it was she who was the most enthu. Been finding Mad and Shilin as we played but never seems to be able to find them anywhere else in Escape. Therefore, we comtinued playing. We went to play the so-called "Wet and Wild"? Owells. Forget about what it's called. What's most important is that we're all having a fun time. Duh? Still remember that ride is the very first ride. And Terr goes like this: "If anything were to happen to me, please write a letter to my grandmother." When we were going down the high slide on the "boat", Terr went like this: "Ohh, I was going to die! I was going to die!" And me and Anna were like laughing at him thought I felt frightened too. I'm scared of heights, you see. Actually, Terr seems to be afraid of heights too. We went to play on the Pirate Ship. You know? The ship that swings and swings and go high high? Yeah, that's the one. Anna wasn't frighten. But Terr and I was rather. Laughs. Felt that my heart was going to drop out and there's this really uncomfortable feeling on my chest. Ohh. I feel awful having even to think about it. Hahas. After that, we went to the new Haunted House in Downtown East. Yeah. I'm rather scared though. The queue was long but soon it's our turn. Anna was the bravest, I'm standing second and Terr was standing last. Timid? Owells. I guess so. Go in and saw the inn-keeper, thought was a ghost that's out there to scare and I kept making an irritating sound and kept tugging at Anna's shirt. Went throught the whole terrible thing. Guess that's the craziest thing I ever done, to enter a haunted house. Pushing aside the curtain, we walked and guess what? Beside us is like a prison or a cage and in there, there's a ghost screaming his or her lungs out at us. There's lots of creepy pictures on the walls. Pass by a ghost sitting on an electric chair or something? Owells. I mean no offence but I scold him bastard before I gone off, all because it scared me a lot. Laughs. Next is the bridge. A potianak was walking on it, with a long-flowing hair. I starts making the stupid irritating noise again, can't help it though. Dash across the potianak, half expecting that she'll turn around and frighten me. But she didn't. I'm day-dreaming again. Was out soon. And Terr kept telling me and Anna that the potianak was a babe because her figure was good and all that shit. He even said that he wanted to go in one more time but this time, asking for her number. Owells. I guess he's day-dreaming too. Owells. Finally found Shilin and Mad. And they said that they have wasted half their day looking for us. That's why we go back to Escape and enjoy ourselves again. We have fun on the Pirate Ship and Wild and Wet again. We went to the Haunted House again and this time, Dan and Derek was there and we cut the queue. But we all decided not to as there are lots of peeps looking at us. Grins. I backed out at the last minute and didn't went in. After all that, went to play loads of things like Rainbow but it wasn't scary at all. Sigh. Play till t's time for Escape to close. Laughs. After that, go back to chalet and take wallet and go for dinner. After dinner, went back to chalet again but we got bathe. Then I tidy up the room as well. But I kept thinking that there's no point tidying it up as the guys gotta make it dirty again. Owells. And they really did. Even plan that we'll all give Terr a surprise and we'll hide in the toilet. The guys will be eating out and will be back a few minutes before midnight. Because after mindnight is Terr's birthday already. Was in the toilet before midnight and waiting for them to come back. Shilin make up a lie, saying that we can't wait anymore and have gone off to the beach and when we heard her clap and "scream", we're to come out and sing a birthday song to Terr and everybody has to join in in what we do. Everything went fine. But I don't think Terr like it a lot. Maybe he thinks that it's childish or whatsoever. Laugh out loud. Deciding to go and see the sunset, Dan's idea. Go there to feed mosquitos all over. Hurts a lot. Ouch. But later also never also get to see sunset because we think it's either at the wrong side or whatsoever. Hahas. The most important thing to me at that point of time is to get some sleep 'cause I am really tired and sleepy. Hit the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; the moment we went back there and sleep. Never wake up till around 9. Day 2 is about to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Day 2 &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I really really have nothing to say about Day 2. What I mean about that is that Day 2 is really slack. Nothing really fun or exciting about. But I thought it's real exciting when it comes to the early noon. When we sit around together and talk about ghosts and all that stuffs. But still, this would have gone on smoothly if not for Terr and Dan, for scaring us [ especially Shilin ] with the cockroach. Sigh. She cried, but I still amnage to calm her down. Sigh. Terr and Dan really spoiled the atmosphere. That's why the day became slack again. Everyone was calm, until it comes to the barbeque issue. Wenjun wasn't able to make it there with all the stuffs because his mum waon't allowed him to. Sigh. He said his mum was angry, but why won't he put himself in our shoes? Shilin and I have already discussed this issue during our lunch and I told her that Terr was wrong to have put Wenjun o be in charge of all these stuffs and it really did. But we can't blame anybody right now. Called Lynn and all that, making sure that he'll be here but he won't be as we know. Owells. But Jackson did made it there with all the stuffs and all that. He's the best! Ohh. But please don't get the wrong idea huh. Hahas. YinXiu, SiewHui and Lynn was there at the chalet! Yeahs. They brought lots of stuffs like charcoal and stuffs needed for the barbeque and all that. Some from Terr's house. Owells. After barbeque went home again for another unexpecting event. Owells. Had YinXiu, Siewhui and Lynn for company. Day 2 sound really slack and tiring right. Yawn. Now back to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 412 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111807023636951450?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111807023636951450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111807023636951450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111807023636951450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111807023636951450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/06/chalet-funs.html' title='~Chalet Funs~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111769104709113575</id><published>2005-05-28T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:44:07.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Tagboard Notice~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Tagboard Notice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heys, my friends out there. Just wanna tell you that there's something wrong with my tagboard and I will be having a new one made. Also to remind you all that I will be tagging what you all have tag just as to keep a record of blessings and compliments you all have made. Thanks and tag more. Please kindly take note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 403 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111769104709113575?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111769104709113575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111769104709113575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111769104709113575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111769104709113575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/tagboard-notice.html' title='~Tagboard Notice~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111720591406317741</id><published>2005-05-27T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:31:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~I Rule My Own Life~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~i rule my own life~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm really kind of weird these few days. I'm kind of having mood swings and all that. And I vent my anger on my friends. Oh. I can't believe I did that. And I sincerely hope that I won't do it ever again. Owells. There's all these post exams activities and I think it was kind of fun as it kept us bust and all that. We're to do the bridge thingy and we did, though it's very simple and all that. When it's time to go to the hall for some performances they arranged for us and all that, we past by the library. And [ P ] was like walking with her friends behind me. And she goes like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[ P ]::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Not like her, she's always talking bad about [ F ] and [ S ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In my mind, I was like: "Huh? What shit are you talking about?" Obviously, I already knew who she was refering to. Definitely, not Shanni, thought she was just walking beside me. I knew who [ P ] was refering to and that person is none other than me. You see, there's some misunderstanding between is and I don't even know what I do to make her hate me and all that shit. I'm not afraid to admit where I went wrong if I was the cause of the trouble, but the problem is that I don't even know that. And I guess neither did she. Whenever I pass by her, I have to tolerate her when she were to scold me all that ridiculous vulgarities. I'm not saying that I didn't use vulgarities, I comfessed that I did alright? But I don't use it everytime, I used it on situations in which I am unable to control myself and all that yeah? At least, I'm not like you. You are always carrying a mirror and looking in it. I don't how I look like. I'm not too self-consious like you. I don't care how I look, all that matters is that I feel comfortable in the way I am now. Yeah. I'm just not like you! That the way I am! You like it or not, it's none of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Business" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;! It's my life after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 402 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111720591406317741?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111720591406317741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111720591406317741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111720591406317741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111720591406317741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-rule-my-own-life.html' title='~I Rule My Own Life~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111659389123958500</id><published>2005-05-20T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T19:47:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Sports Day 2005~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Sports Day 2005~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cheers. The day was fun but tiring. It's Sports Day for our school today and our class will be selling things like tibits and soft drinks. The money we earned and made from the tibits and drinks sold will be the funds for the Fun Fair in school that will be coming this July. Owells. School will be dismissed early at 10.30 sharp because of the Sports Day thingy. That's why. In class, me and Shanni volunteer to sell curry puffs but in the end never sell curry puffs. Instead, we sell drinks, tibits and curry puffs together on a tray. So clever of us. Laughs. Shanni and Eleanor came to my house as usual but Mummy insisted on having us there at the coffeeshop to have some breakfast with her. So we all go to the coffeeshop there and have some drinks with her. After that, they go my house and we listened to some music sang by JJ. At around 11.30 sharp, we changed into PE and obviously, we need to go to the Stadium. But first thing first, we need to go to school to meet Mrs Wong but Esther SMS Mrs Wong to tell her that she's already in school and that she should be fast. Then, Mrs Wong SMS her back to tell her that she'll be in the stadium at around 1.25 sharp. So we went to the stadium and wait for her and she finally came. Wow! There's so many things to sell, and we helped to carry those stuffs out from her car and all that. We carried all those stuffs and there's so much. Therefore, I asked Mrs Wong if Eleanor can help out and she said that she can even thought she is in a different class from us. We moved the stuffs to the pathway there and slowly carry all the things to one shady place. Arranged all the tibits and stuffs on the table and the drinks on the side of the table. After that, lots of people had already came and buy drinks from us. Shanni and I took some curry puffs and tibits and put it on a tray and went around the stadium selling them. Loads of people I knew brought them from us. After going around the stadium once, we'll always go back to the stall and put more stuffs and all that to "replenish" the tray. Guess what? In no time, we've already ran out of ice and tibits as well. Liling and Shanni go to the shop near my house selling tibits there to buy more stuffs and all that. Without the 2 of them, Anna and I go around the stadium selling whatever we can do to sell. Loads of people brought those tibits and soon, Shanni and Liling came back because they took a taxi. Continue selling the tibits with Shanni and in no time, it's all sold. Everybody had put in effort in doing their part in earning the money for the class Fun Fair thingy. Love that. There's lots of peeps who brought the stuffs from us and special thanks to Eleanor and friends, Jasmine and friend, Bernard and friends, Huiming and friends, and lastly, Jiawei and friends. Love you all loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 396 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111659389123958500?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111659389123958500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111659389123958500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111659389123958500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111659389123958500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/sports-day-2005.html' title='~Sports Day 2005~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111642771906039553</id><published>2005-05-18T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T08:18:46.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Always Be~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Always Be~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Owells. It's pretty fustrating almost at the end of the day. I don't want to be like that. You make me do that. Yeah. So it's none of my fault. I'm not pushing the blame onto others and definitely, I'm not that kind of person, am I? But if you haven't get it started, then we definitely won't be arguing right? Owells. Doesn't Engkiat thinks that he is pretty irritating and inconsiderate. Yes, I knew that you scold or sort of insulted Shanni. She's my friend but this is between you two, therefore I don't want to have anything in it as just to stay out of trouble. Okays. Then I was just looking at how crazy you looked when you insulted others and you were just like this: "Don't know who being rejected by [ C ]. This is totally fustrating and unacceptable by me. What I mean is that what did I do wrong? I was just asking you to stop insulting others and you said that? You're being very hurtful. Do you really know what really happened between me and [ C ]? Perhaps, you shouldn't have know all that. What's more important is that you should have stop giving my phone numbers to those people that I don't know. They are your friends, I know but it wasn't great just to interupt with other people' privacies. How will you ever react if I were to poke my head and mess with your privacies? You're not going to be happy and you'll probably be pulling a long face at me, right? Don't ever say that I am wrong in saying that okay? You said that I was being rejected by [ C ] but the truth remains well that it was I who rejected him. Okay? I'm definitely not going to be someone whom I barely know for a week and I don't even love or like him. But the main reason is that my heart is with somebody elses and will always be. I am not someone who cares about how the person I like looks. Looks doesn't matter to me at all, what I want is not looks! It's something more precious than looks, and that is his heart, his soul and most importantly, his mind. Perhaps, you might not know all this. You were like: "Heys. Did he message you?" Then, I will always give you the irritated look and say: "No!" But you will like: "Oh. Rejected" Please, please and please again! It's the other way round. It's me who rejected him okays and that's also none of your &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Business" target="_blank"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt;. And I love someone else, so there no way for me to love [ C ]. That's what I think. I won't give up for the love that I seek for so hard and among the crowd out there, I found him. My dream, my prince, my life, my angel and my everything. Get it straight right now. I hate [ C ] but will always be devoted to [ Beloved Daniel ] and will always be. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 394 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111642771906039553?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111642771906039553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111642771906039553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111642771906039553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111642771906039553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/always-be_18.html' title='~Always Be~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111641458908636581</id><published>2005-05-17T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T05:01:40.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Science Centre &amp; Ridiculous Girl~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Science Centre &amp;amp; Ridiculous Girl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cheers. We're supposed to go to the Singapore Science Centre there and we did. It's fun and cool. Laughs. It's such a pity that Eleanor didn't go with us thought we're in different classes. But surprisingly, their class is supposed to go with our class to the Science Centre today. And it's all because the teacher didn't called her to bring the stupid consent form, she wasn't allowed to go. Sigh. I miss you so much. Those things I wasn't supposed to bring like discman, handphone and such, I had already brought it to school to prepare for the day of fun and laughters. Grins. Went there and we assemble but Mr Soon said we can eat or whatever at the nearby Mac. Don't really felt like eating but felt like drinking something and the queue was so long. Sigh. But thanks Kirk for helping me to buy the drink because I threatened him that if he don't buy it for me then perhaps, I will never ever does his homeworks for him. Laughs. But such things will never ever happen. After that, they gave instructions and all that then we set of from whatever places we feel like then we can go and find the answers to the questions they gave us. Sound boring. Eleanor message me on the phone and we kept messaging each others every now and then there. We're calling each other names like Mamasan and all that. Enough of crap. Laughs. Go to the second floor and found loads of answers there. Shanni and I have each other for partners again, together with Liling and Jeanne. It's hard finding the our way to the Chemistry Lab or something. Therefore, I approached a guard and ask him to show us the way and he did and we found it in the end. As for the question paper, we all got 5 marks out of 7. Quite good right? Jealous. Joking. After that, we'll be going to the Eco-garden but it's raining. There's another school coming to inside the Science Centre for a visit when it's raining. And Terrence is being such a pervert again for looking at girls. Because of the rain, we're free to go around the Science Centre and assemble back at the same place at around an hour time or so. So we wander all around and later, decided to go to the cafe there for a seat as my legs was tired. Saw the whole lot of our class guys there with Raymond. And there's the other school peeps getting into trouble with us or something. Heard from somebody that Raymond had rolled his eyes at them or somethings and they wasn't very happy about it. Therefore, they sort it out or so. Then it's settled. After that, one tall guy from that school came to Raymond and tell him that he friends said that Raymond wasn't very happy about it and that a fight should be held to sort it out. I'm not very sure if this is true but that what my friend told me. If that's what had happen, then I absolutely think that it was ridiculous. That eyes belongs to Raymond and he had every rights to do what he wants with his eyes. He can wink, rolled, shut or blink his eyes, you named it all. You're not happy because he rolled his eyes or "diao"? Then you're absolutely and mentally crazy. They went to the toilet and had a "fight". One girl with a super short skirt from that school came out from the toilet and I was looking at her way and Shanni was going her way too, to just throw a plastic bag to the nearest bin facing her. And this girl go like this: "Look what look? Never see before huh? Asking for a beating or something? Better stop looking!" Shanni heard that and sge goes: "What's wrong with throwing things huh? Throw things also wrong huh?" I knew the girl was indicating me and Shanni. So after Shanni talked back to her, I just put on an unhappy face just to show that stupid and ignorant girl and turned my back towards her. Then I told the rest: "I want to call my mum." And Shanni and I was joking and pretending to talk on the phone and we went like this in a childish way: "Mummy, there's this girl whom seems to be unhappy with us and we very scare!" After that, we burst out laughing. That stupid and ignorant girl, hate her to the core! Bleahs! After that, go to the Eco-garden because the rain was getting smaller. Just a drizzle. It's boring at the garden and there isn't much to go. The tree house id the amazing part of all. Laughs. After that, we're given a break, a long long break. During the break, we wandered around in different sections of the Centre and go into shops. After the long break, we're to go off already and left. The guys' attendance wasn't right and therefore, we girls can go into the bus first. The guys are always getting the back seats and now, it's going to be our turns. Yeah. Shanni, Anna, Liling, Jeanne and me were seated at the very back. It's fun and it's so cooling. Go to school already still got NP meeting. It's going to be boring and tiring. It's all about camps and all that. Laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 393 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Happy Birthday To My Dearest Mummy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111641458908636581?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111641458908636581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111641458908636581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111641458908636581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111641458908636581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/science-centre-ridiculous-girl.html' title='~Science Centre &amp; Ridiculous Girl~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111606321297059835</id><published>2005-05-14T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T04:45:06.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Cool Babes~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Cool Babes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah. I lost my EZ-link card last week and go out with Eleanor and Shanni to Yishun. Shanni says that Yishun can make a new EZ-link card, but it turned out that it should be made in Se&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;wang. Sigh. Can't be bothered to go home and take my birth certificate and made a new one. Shall made it around next week. Then, we decided to go to Plaza Singapura. That Shanni and Eleanor very naughty and childish. Even on the train to PS there also want to fight and make fun of each other. We go to This Fashion and shop there for skirts because Eleanor wanted to buy. But end up didn't buy then after that, we got to Long John Silver to eat. Eat finish already then we went to PS. Go to the toilet then Shanni and Eleanor made fun of each other again. Pushing the door and whatever childish things you might think of. Yeah. Go to countless shops and looked around. It's a great time having each others for company. And I'm sure that people can really see us as really close friends as we're always together. Whenever we are together, there's always laughters and joys. There's not a time there sorrows or anything sad. Yeah. Then, we go to this shop that sold loads and loads of nice badges. And I brought the one with "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Queen of The Damned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;" because I think it sounds really cool. After that, we hanged around once more and gone home together. In the train, they [ including me ] was being childish and we were laughing and changing seats over and over again. Eleanor was the first to go, then me and lastly, Shanni. Probably, we'll be going to Se&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;wang to have my EZ-link made and maybe, have some fun and made some trouble. That really sound cool huh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We're just three friendly and cool babes, so don't envy us huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 390 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111606321297059835?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111606321297059835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111606321297059835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111606321297059835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111606321297059835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/cool-babes.html' title='~Cool Babes~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111599754007759373</id><published>2005-05-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T04:40:21.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Big Misunderstanding~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Big Misunderstanding~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heys. I can't believe that I confessed to Mrs Wong that I was wrong in the very first place. Owells. Not really confessed, I sort of admit to her that I was wrong in the first placeand I feel so sorry for having to made this mistake over and over again. My mistake was that I didn't tuck in my shirt, and that I didn't even care about the way I looked. I mean, from my attire. Owells. It's all my fault that I wasn't self-conscious enough. These is how our conversation goes - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mrs Wong, I guess we really need to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mrs Wong:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well. What is it about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Owells. I just want you to know about Tuesday's incident, between you and I. I just want you to know that I wasn't conscious about my attire then. But I do know it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;MrsWong:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well. That's very sweet of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's a very short conversation but I thinks that it is the nicest thing that ever come out from her mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There's this misunderstanding going on in our class and it wasn't really a misunderstanding, I guess. I'm also very sure that nobody want things to turn out this way. Danker, Anna, George, Sann, Mad and Shilin were involved in the big misunderstanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To Danker, Anna, George, Sann, Mad and Shilin:: I wanted to blog the incident right here so I really hope that you all won't mind. This incident have affect the friendship between you all. And being friends with all of you, it really hurts me so much to see that you all are going separate ways for just a big misunderstanding. I wanted to blog this incident because I wanted to keep a record of all incidents that I encountered, especially this. And I believe that all this misunderstanding is going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am now blogging on how this big misunderstanding started. It's nobody's fault. It all started out when Shilin &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;loses&lt;/span&gt; her mp3 and George was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;helping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shilin to find her mp3 and searching other people's bags as well. And it turn out that it's George who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;stole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;her mp3 for revenge or something. Then, George passed it to 2C people and then to 2A. After that, Jeline from 2A passed it back to Shilin, telling Shilin what Danker and George had done. The reason why Danker didn't tell Sann all about it is all because Danker doesn't want Sann to be involved in it. Another reason is that Sann will tell Shilin about it. The other incident is that George had changed her handphone number and she messaged Mad, pretending to be this guy called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; who's in love with Mad. Being a good friend, Sann went throught the whole motion with Mad, thinking that she need help in replying him and that she'll be there to help. Soon, Sann found out that George was Sann because George confessed it to Shilin and she went to tell Sann about it. Danker was like: "Don't tell anyone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sann!" The next incident which is the last incident was like that. George told Shilin that she ate this porriage an lost 2kg within 2 days. And Shilin asked for a sample and they gave her a fake one. My friends here, all these are just pranks that people did out of a moment of fun. Don't take it seriously. And by the way, I don't take sides, I'll just stay neutral and be friends with all of you. Duh, I'm already your friend! Grins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 389 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111599754007759373?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111599754007759373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111599754007759373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111599754007759373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111599754007759373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/05/big-misunderstanding.html' title='~Big Misunderstanding~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111537079923637537</id><published>2005-04-29T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T02:53:46.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Broken Inside~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Broken Inside~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can't believe that I actually have the courage to tell him that I like him a lot. Actually, things turned out like that. I was signing in into MSN and surfing the net at the same time and of course, waiting for him to be online so that I can finally tell him that I love or rather, like him a lot. He was finally online and I told him all that I wanna told. I will state below what I have told him but of course, I will not state all. I'll just state some conversation. Here it goes - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; Can I ask you some questions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; By asking you questions, I don't have motives, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; Ever know that I have a crush on you? [[374 days]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; You got a crush on me? I don't know about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; It troubles me a lot for the past few days. I'm breaking down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; What are the reasons you got a crush on me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; You are who you are. That's my reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; How do you know I'm the one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; I got to know you for a period of time during the OC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; O... Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; That's why I decided to tell you as I don't want to break down. Ever wondered How it feels like when I have gathered enough courage to tell you about all I think and feels. What's worse that you might not even know how I feels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; I just think that I'm so stupid to wait for someone who doesn't even care. Someone who doesn't even know how I feels and care about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; Okay. I understand what you are trying to say here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; So what's next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; But what if I said that I already have a stead now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; I'll try my very best not to break down. So do you really have a stead? Just be honest with your answer and I'll appreciate it a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. I already have one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; Can you tell me who she really was? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; She? I don't think you know her. She's not in our school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; Okay. Owells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; I'm really sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Miie::&lt;/span&gt; So can we still be friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Him::&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Believe it or not, I'm crying throught out this conversation. It really hurt me so much. I just don't want to know about it anymore. It's all because the truth hurts. I'm broken inside. Be there to give me a helping hand, and a listening ear as well. I lurve you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 375 Dayss&lt;/span&gt; * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111537079923637537?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111537079923637537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111537079923637537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111537079923637537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111537079923637537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/broken-inside.html' title='~Broken Inside~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111492018091176810</id><published>2005-04-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:59:27.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Breaking Down~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Breaking Down~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was surfing the net and I have been thinking a lot too. I am so tired, so tired of having to wait for him. That's two separate things, I know that very well. Owells. I can't bring myself to be with someone I don't even love. He asked me that and I said no. It's all because I already had someone I lurve. I only lurve dd and I will not lurve you. That's all I can say. Finally, I stopped surfing the net and go back to my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;room. I looked at all the photos I had on my desk, and I suddenly thought of you. I broke down unexpectantly and I cried and cried. Why aren't you there for me when I need you the most? I've made up my mind to tell him the soonest possible, that he's the one that I'll lurve. I swear I will tell him that I love him a lot and I wish that he ould care a little more, but does he? I breaking down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 374 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/11591973-111492018091176810?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111492018091176810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111492018091176810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111492018091176810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111492018091176810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/breaking-down.html' title='~Breaking Down~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111459489929506843</id><published>2005-04-27T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T02:41:39.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~My Birthday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~My Birthday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cheers! Finally turning 14 already. Feeling a bit grown up as Mummy and Daddy allowed me to go my own way at certain times and they never forgot the promise between us. And that is that they allowed me to spent $50 of my red packets' money on whatever I like to lay my hands on. Thanks anyway! My friends sent me nice messages and gifts. That's so sweet of them, isn't it? Some of my friends give me their blessings and they thoughts really counts. Here are some of the nice messages that my friends had sent to me, and I will be blogging only some messages and not all. So sit back and let this nice messages wash your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;From:: * Calvin a.k.a SMS pal * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I could only touch the rainbow, I will write your name on top of it. To let people know how colourful my life is to have someone like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;From:: * Vanessa a.k.a Funky Bitch *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;y[o]ng[x]in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happee birthday to you. May all your wishes come true. God bless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hugs and kissess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;danker ---- x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;                                    "  270405&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;From:: * Shanni a.k.a best friend *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This year, your birthday is good because you got me as your best friend around. Happy birthday and may your wish come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Owells... Above are three of dozens of messages that I find it meaningful. Thanks dude and dudette for taking your time and sending me all this messages. My friends hope that what I wish will come true. Whatever shall I wish for my birthday this year? Perhaps him, the only thing that ever kept me going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Happy Birthday To Me~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 373 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111459489929506843?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111459489929506843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111459489929506843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111459489929506843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111459489929506843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-birthday.html' title='~My Birthday~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111390887367328719</id><published>2005-04-23T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T07:36:23.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~NPCC Day Parade 2005~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I will be attending the NPCC Day Parade 2005 at the Police Academy. Shanni, Liling and I arranged to meet at the Yio Chu Kang Mrt Station. After that, we board the train to Ang Mo Kio Mrt Station. Xavier was there but was standin behind a pillar and we didn't spot him at first. It's Shanni who spot him at the pillar there. Then he came to us and then the three of us talk. We talk about the ATC [Adventure Training Camp]. Friday go and copied the list of things we need for the the camp and there's so much to bring. Ask Xavier if ATC is fun, he said nope. Ask him if ATC is tough, he said yes. Owells... Got to believe him. We all wait for Clarinda at the Mrt and after that she came. We crossed the traffic and make our way to Deyi Secondary. Liling, Shanni and I regretted a little for going to the parade as we are walking a long way to Deyi Secondary. When we finally reached there, the Sir was like telling us that we were late. He told us the direction to the toilet and we changed to our full-uniform. Stand there and a Sir came and tell us that if we got bring handphone, we should have the phone switched on to silent mote. After a while, we were told to get on a bus and got ready to set off. In the bus, we did a row count and on and on. Until we reached there, we fall in and get ready to march to the short destination. After that, we were told to sit on the rows of chairs that they had already arranged for us. They had some performances arranged for us and we watched lots of cadets in uniform marching. They really looked so great and smart. During the parade, quite a number of people faint. After the parade, there's still 2 more performance lined for us. The toy soldiers programme in which some cadets dressed as toy soldiers to entertain us with their shaky drills and funny commander. That's fun and I am sure that it brings me back to toylands' world. Just joking. After the toy soldiers' performance, they performed a show on how dogs can detech bombs or whatsoever. After that, they marked the end of the NPCC Day Parade 2005. All the cadets from different areas had to help out in cleaning the area and make sure that there's no rubbishes lying around. And also, we have to help to stacked up the chairs. After that, we took the bus and go off. My brother sat in the same bus as me but we alighted at different stops. He alighted at the stop outside his school while me, Shanni and Liling alighted at a stop near the Mrt station with other cadets. The Sirs from Deyi Secondary walked us there to the toilets and waited outside for us because they want to make sure that we have changed out of our full uniform. After changing, the three of us go to Junction 8 and have dinner there. Liling left after dinner. Shanni want to buy some batteries and so, I accompany her and after buying, we left for home. When I reached home, it's almost about 10. It's late now and I got to turn in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 369 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111390887367328719?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111390887367328719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111390887367328719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111390887367328719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111390887367328719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/npcc-day-parade-2005.html' title='~NPCC Day Parade 2005~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111380715036971865</id><published>2005-04-18T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:44:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Single and Double Degrees~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Single and Double Degrees~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Was suppose to go to Agape classroom to meet Maria straight after my meal, and Shanni and the other Floorball girls are supposed to do so. I heard from Maria that she wants to tell us an important news, a bad news. Imform Eleanor about it and she said that maybe, Floorball is going to be separated. Cries. I don't wanted to be separated. But the news was told to us that we are supposed to participate in some walk thingy. I was glad that it isn't some separation thingy. It really gives me a big scare. Mathematics lessons for the day was so slack and long, and of course not to forget, tiring. He was again, nagging about this and that and this and that over and over again. When can he ever stop? Owells... Perhaps, having to wait for him to stop might take forever, who knows? Such things are so hard to say and predict. Anyway, the afternoon was tired for me and my nose seems to be suffering a lot. As you can see or you might not, I am having a rather bad flu. Mathematics worksheets wass suppose to be collected all because it's a class work. Therefore, it had to be marked by him. He told Mrs Wong about our work and our siiting arrangements and all that unnecessary shit. Who gives a damn anyway? Of course, I don't even give a heck about what he's going to do or talk or act or command. I mean, who will? You are always sending others to detentions for unreasonable reasons and it is no wonders that we can actaully rebel against you when you actually don't want things to turn out the way you want it to be. You are always telling us that Mathematics is important in our life and we needed it to work it through our lives and whatsoever. It's not that I don't trust that I don't need Mathematics in lives, I believe that I need it everytime and the problem probably doesn't lies in us, it lies in you! Mrs Wong was there when he said all this, and she gave us a lecture after he finally end his lesson. Mrs Wong told us about her son saying that the world outside have changed and had already became more competitive and that we need a double degrees instead of a single degree to survive the world outside. It seems so tough, but we still have to go through everything that we face in life as to achieve our goals. Isn't that right? I agree with myself thought you might not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 364 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111380715036971865?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111380715036971865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111380715036971865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111380715036971865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111380715036971865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/single-and-double-degrees.html' title='~Single and Double Degrees~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111362792264809236</id><published>2005-04-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:38:21.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Fairytales Possibilities~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Fairytales Possibilities~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A friend of mine asked me a particular question and it really set me thinking once again thinking about it for about an afternoon and I came up with an o-so perfect answer in which I had in mind. It might not be perfect to you, but it can is to me at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here's how the question goes -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"If you could be reborn again, where would you want or would lurve to live?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If I were to asked you this question, perhaps, you may have lots of answers to this particular and interesting question. I am not trying to say that all people will have lots of answers to this question. I myself, in particular, also have lots of answers to this question too. And so, you can see that many people may have the same opinions and thinkings. Therefore, nobody is born to be perfect at all. I often thought that time could be reset but never will it be, and the same goes to being reborn. Could we really be reborn once we died or something? I am not being superstitious, but there's certain things we better left it to the scientists for further studying. Isn't that right? Coming back to the question again, everyone will have a dream world of their own and even I do, do you have one yourself? Everybody is sure to have one dream world of their own and I came up with an answer for my friend. And I am very satisfied with my answer to his question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Andd my answer goes like this - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"If I could be reborn again, I would like to live at a place where there may be sunshine, blue sky, stars at night and of course, sweet dreams. And there must be him that I lurve." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To certain people, my answer may be stupid and sound like a fairytale that is impossible to happen. But I believe that there's such places that exist where there is sunshine, blue sky, stars at night and dreams. And I also believe that fairytale exist, if only you believe in them. Every people are bound to have a fairytale of their own, so why is thought that it is not possible when it can be possible? Like other people, I often thought that it is impossible. But that is already in the past. And now in the present, someone special entered my life and make it possible to dream once more and I felt like sleeping forever. Everything that I thought is impossible is possible again. Like rainbows, I wanted to watch rainbows together with him. Fairytales is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 362 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111362792264809236?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111362792264809236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111362792264809236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111362792264809236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111362792264809236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/fairytales-possibilities.html' title='~Fairytales Possibilities~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111355673480872544</id><published>2005-04-15T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:05:55.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Jogathon Cum International Friendship Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Jogathon Cum International Friendship Day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today, my school will be having Jogathon at East Coast Park andd will also be celebrating International Friendship Day ash well. ii will not be running for the jogathon ash ii will be doing duty ash a marshal andd that ii have to standd at pathwayss andd make sure that those participantss doess not take shortcutss andd cheat andd whatsoever. The duty wass indeedd a bit tiring though we can just sit andd standd andd not do anthing. But some people try to be funny andd wantedd to take shortcutss. Andd we got some bottless of water with us andd we were like given it outta to all andd when the guyss of my class came by that path, they askedd for water but we have already given it outta to all those who came before them. We stayedd there for so long andd we were toldd to be there. In a place where we were all surroundedd by treess andd foul-smelling grassess. Owellss... It feelss so terrible to be there andd it wasn't that goodd andd fun ash we stingedd by mosquitoss here andd there. We kept scratching andd scratching andd ii thought that the mosquitoss can suck my bloodd dry if the people couldn't just finish running fast. Finally when all the people hadd already finish running, we can go off to the starting point there andd report to our form teacherss andd we, ash marshalss, hadd our lunch late andd that we eat while we walkedd. No choice. After the jogathon, we will be having a Language game andd it wass fun. There'ss a few really cute children up on the stage andd they will be saying saying the pledge with all kindd of languagess andd they soundd really cute. After that, we will be having a Dance andd Songss performance andd it'ss really nice to see them perform well enough. After the performance, there'ss the Prize Presentation andd after all that, we have to fall in at the particular spot there. We will be doing area cleaning, there'ss not much litterss aroundd andd ii am so surprisedd about that. But Madam pickedd up 5 rubbishess andd we have to do 15 pumpingss so that we will not repeat the mistakess again. We are free to go after that andd Liling, Shanni andd miie have our lunch at McDonaldss at East Coast Park there. After lunch, we changedd our clothess andd plannedd to go to Junction 8 andd we boardd a bus there. On the bus, we thought we can go to Plaza Singapura there andd shop for a while. The bus stoppedd outside a big shop "Thiss Fashion" andd the clothess there wass great andd they have a real big variety of it. ii have been to other "Thiss Fashion" shopss in Singapore but ii must admittedd that none wass ash goodd ash thiss. ii triedd on a dress andd ii thought that it will lookedd goodd on miie but it ish a little bit tight. Oppss.! Time to have a goodd andd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Health" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y diet ash losing weight doesn't make any improvement at all. Then, we plannedd to go outta already to Plaza Singapura andd shop there a while after seeing the clothess. Went outta the shop andd saw a sky blue top with a blue dress. What a beautiful combination.! Wantedd that set of top andd dress so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 361 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111355673480872544?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111355673480872544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111355673480872544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111355673480872544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111355673480872544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/jogathon-cum-international-friendship.html' title='~Jogathon Cum International Friendship Day~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111362411881434807</id><published>2005-04-14T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T07:37:13.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Fun Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Fun Day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now the Floorball training have already changed to every thursday instead of either Monday or Friday. Every Friday, we we'll be having NPCC, so there's no particular reason why I should go to Floorball when the trainings had already changed to Thursday. I wasn't looking towards Floorball today precisely as I thought that there might be training and that I might not be able to focuse. And also, Floorball tornament is approaching and unlike one thing we had from other schools, they had special trainings and coaches, but we didn't. Am I stating the fact or is it just an insult? Maybe nope. Ours may be just basic trainings but I believe that if teamwork is needed, we definitely have it all. Training is fun today and I have already begun to look forward to it, just for taday only. Training today is just some small match but it is really fun and exciting, when we won by accident thanks to our opponents. Laughs and grins. Isn't today's training worth me cherishing? Definitely yes! After some trainings, Shanni, Eleanor, Joanne, Annette and me sat down at the stairs around the stage and chat. Chat and laugh and chat and laugh. It's jokes that we are joking about and it's so hilarious! Smiles. The day was fun today and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Happy Birthday To Stanley~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 360 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111362411881434807?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111362411881434807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111362411881434807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111362411881434807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111362411881434807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/fun-day.html' title='~Fun Day~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111338659414751207</id><published>2005-04-13T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T07:32:06.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Coming Camp~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Coming Camp~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After school, being dismissed by Mrs Wong late because of the hygiene of our class thingy. There's almost rubbishes everywhere and there's also books and worksheets everywhere. Sound very dirty and inhygenic right? Owells... I have already gotten used to it already in school but not at home, mind you! Come out from Music Room and saw Shanni and Liling. They told me that there will be a small meeting in the NP Room for the Secondary Twos. Sigh! If they haven't came up there all the way to tell me, I guess I didn't even know because I didn't heard the announcement. So, the three of us go down to the NP Room and we were sort of a bit late for it. But Madam never say anything and so I assume that she don't blame us about it. She told us about we being marshals for the coming Jogathon. At that day, not only will we be having Jogathon, we will also be celebrating International Friendship Day today as a whole school. After the Jogathon thingy explanation, Madam told us that we will be having a 3 days 2 nights camp and that it is a Adventure Training Camp. Oh... I was thinking that Mummy wasn't going to be very happy with me as Madam said that we cannot have any communications with our parents during the camp at some island in Singapore. They are going to be worried for me. What am I going to do? But I am sure if I tell Mummy about it, she is going to understand but will still be a little bit unhappy about it. My birthday will be coming soon and Mummy and Daddy had already promised me that they will give me $50 dollars to spent on whatever I like and the $50 dollars isn't include in the red packets or whatsoever. When I got the money already, I wanted to pierce a second hole in my left ear and a third one on my right ear. Got to go already. Blogging off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 359 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111338659414751207?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111338659414751207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111338659414751207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111338659414751207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111338659414751207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/coming-camp.html' title='~Coming Camp~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111321696473985029</id><published>2005-04-11T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T07:32:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Cool and Fabulous~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Cool and Fabulous~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The day wasn't that fun today. And it's kind of a tiring and restless day and I don't want things to turn out this way too. Bored! Owells... We will be having Floorball practices today and I had to bring the floorball stick to school in the early morning. Today, we have to hand in the Manual thingy and it was sort of odd as I only have two pages. But it turned out that lots of poeple have two pages of manual too. Owells... I think that Sandra will get the most marks as she really put effort in her work and I can see that it's so nicely done. And we will be having art lessons. Spent the art lessons watching Japanese animations as we already finished our assignments. After art, we will be having Chinese and after that is recess. Have Annaliza and Shanni for company for recess and when walking half-way, I felt my nose bleeding! Oh... It's so horrible but somehow, we manage to stop the bleeding thanks to an auntie. After recess, got English lessons and it's storybooks quiz. I was lucky that Mrs Wong didn't choose me, if not, I will be at a loss of knowing what to do. Afternoon soon came and soon go off. Owells... After school, there is Floorball. Actually, plan to go to Junction 8 to have lunch but because Eleanor didn't finished her assignments on Literature, she is unable to go and we just have to cancel the trip to Junction 8. Therefore, me and Shanni have lunch in school. Later, was told by a teacher that the whole hall be occupy and we will have no place to play floorball but we still have the parade square. We moved all the Floorball equipment out there in the parade square, and after about 15 minutess, it rained. Sigh! I was so dissappointed and devastated. What's the point of asking us to come and we didn't even have a place for training? After that, we go and use a place outside the hall for training. I can't concentrate not be I am being distracted or what, it's all because I can't! After all those training and shootings, we go for a water break. When coming back, Annette toldd us that Cedric had told her to tell us to pack our back and go all because we cannot find a place to play a small match. What's the point again? I would very much love to know! But after that, we didn't go off. We used a place just outside the hall and have a cool and fabulous match outside. And I can see that everyone had a fun time perhaps, except for Shanni, who fall down and hurtedd her toe and got her nose hit by a stick. It's kindd of funny, dudutte.! Laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 357 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111321696473985029?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111321696473985029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111321696473985029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111321696473985029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111321696473985029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/cool-and-fabulous.html' title='~Cool and Fabulous~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111311092354197615</id><published>2005-04-09T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T04:30:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Cold and Warm~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Cold and Warm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was awakened by the televison volume early in the morning, it's my sister watching the television. I accompanied my Mummy and Daddy to breakfast and after breakfast, we go to Ang Mo Kio Central. They shopped at the shopping centres there and after that, they get me a new handphone! Cheerss! I got a new one already. After buying the handphone, I accompanied Daddy and Mummy go and shopped again and I was afraid that there may not be enough for me to get home and changed. It's 11a.m and I have to give Weisheng a morning call, and if I didn't, I am sure he will carry on sleeping. I gave him a call and when he picked up the phone, he sounded so sleepy so I assumed that he just woke up to pick up the call. Laughs! No offence. As I have to meet Weisheng at the Khatib Mrt Control Station to collect my English Manual assignment thingy. My printer is faulty and that's why I asked him to print it for me. I reached home at about 12.15p.m and I arranged to meet him at 1p.m sharp and after meeting him, I need to go to Eleanor's house. Time's running out but I managed to reach Khatib Mrt Station exactly at 1p.m sharp. So pleased with myself! He wasn't there when I reached there yet. Around 5 minutes late then he reached there. I thanked him for also said sorry for going through all the troubles and that I have to rushed off. Thanks! After that, I catch the next train to go to se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wang to Eleanor's house. Arranged to meet her at the control station and her sister was home. I was a bit freaked out by her sister as her sister is like so cold and that Eleanor was so warm. So cold and so warm as in personality. Stayed in Eleanor'ss room for hours all because her sister is in the living room watching TV and I assed Eleanor "A Cinderella Story" already. After that, her sister went out for tuition and we are able to use the living room. I can only staye for about another 50 minutes or so and after I have to go. I have to go out with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 354 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111311092354197615?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111311092354197615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111311092354197615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111311092354197615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111311092354197615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/cold-and-warm.html' title='~Cold and Warm~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111310877194014450</id><published>2005-04-08T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T03:18:14.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Friday's Tortures~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Friday's Tortures~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today is Friday again. Sigh! I am really looking towards Friday that much now. There's NP and the bag is sort of heavy and such. I usually looked towards Friday because I can get to sleep longer on Saturday but now situations have changed so much, I have already lost interest in almost everything. Things turned out the way I don't really wanted them to be and it's like being so meaningless. Last week, NP had already cancelled the trip to the Energy-Saving Course. And for today, Shanni and I had been deciding for the last minute on whether we should go to NP or Floorball. Floorball competition is near and that if I were to go for the Floorball practices, NP may not understand what I really feels. Right? I don't even know the answer to my own question, let alone will you. There will be Baton drills for NP today and Shanni and I was wondering that if we skipped NP and go to Floorball, we will definitely missed the Baton drills. And also if we were to go for NP instead of Floorball practices, we won't stand to benefit at all as we will be missing out Floorball practices which is now very important to us. God, please help me to cope with all this situation! I can't stand it anymore! So at last, Shanni and I decided to go to NP as the Baton drills shall be a new drills we will be learning. So right after school, we rushed out the hall and go back to our class and get our bag and off we go to the canteen to have some lunch. After lunch, we have to and change into our half-uniform for parade but the toilets seems to be full and we have to go all the way up to the third floor to change. Tired! After that, we need to get ready for the master parade and after that master parade, we found out that there will be no Baton drills. Shanni and I was like: "If we have know there is no Baton drills, we won't have come here!" And I guess we're right after all. After NP, we are finally free to go. We were in the canteen buying drinks to quench our thirst and all that. I shouldn't have come, or should I? Friday's the worst. Like tourtures, Friday's tortures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 353 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111310877194014450?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111310877194014450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111310877194014450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111310877194014450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111310877194014450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/fridays-tortures.html' title='~Friday&apos;s Tortures~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111285455406159945</id><published>2005-04-07T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T07:55:23.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Last Minute Preparation~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Last Minute Preparation~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The day was tired and I woke up at around 6.30a.m this morning. After washing up, I went to school. The day was no fun and after the usual morning assembly, we will be having PE but Mr Ramesh wanted me, Shanni, Eleanor and Joanne to spend the time for PE in the hall playing floorball. I don't really liked the idea even though I like being with Shanni, Eleanor and Joanne because the purpose of Mr Ramesh doing that was all because there will be a competiton in two weeks time. And this, I surpose, was nothing but a last minute preparation. It was fun and tiring as well. But everything is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;going to be okay. After the bell rang, we went to class and we were late for class but Mrs Wong didn't say anything. Good! Lessons was boring and whatsoever. In the afternoon, we are surposed to go to the Toa Payoh Stadium thingy but we didn't go as we will be having Floorball training. The training wasn't anything and I didn't manage to run a lot as I have slight gastric pain. After that we played passing, I guess because I don't really know what it's really called. After all that, we have breaks and so on. After the second break, I came back, tired. Then, I looked down and Maria was liked: "Heys, Yongxin! Yongxin! Look! Look!" Then, I was like looked up and look at the direction she was pointing to and I actually saw him! He was here and was there for almost an hour! I'm really was glad and I really do! My friend was like asking me this morning if he did ever come to floorball and I was like saying that he didn't really come always but he'll only came if his friends got. Never did I actually knew that he will be coming and I was so happy! Yes, I was! After that, we the girls, have a small match all by ourselves. Actually, it not a match, more of a small game. After that, we were dismissed by aroundd 4.40p.m. But I didn't go home so early as my Mummy and Daddy is not in Singapore. I saw him dressed in red and left for home together with his friend. After that, we all stay in the canteen, watching Chenjie playing floorball with some peeps. After that, we spend all the time long watching them playing floorball. Kinda boring, huh? Yes, indeed. After all that, I went home earlier that Shanni and Eleanor. Got to go home. When I reached home, Mummy has already perpared dinner and I was so tired. Gotta go and have a long sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 352 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111285455406159945?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111285455406159945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111285455406159945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111285455406159945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111285455406159945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-minute-preparation.html' title='~Last Minute Preparation~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111269545671638407</id><published>2005-04-06T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T07:46:05.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Sorry~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Sorry~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Didn't go to school today. I wasn't feeling very well. Feeling very dizzy or something like that. That's why. Rest a while then a bit okay. After that, I accompany Mummy go out and pick my sister up from school because I felt like taking a walk. Then passed by some shops then buy things like chocolates and such. Man, I am drooling! But Mummy said I can't eat those. Today, got the Julia Grabriel lessons surely very fun but I cannot go to school when I am not feeling well, right? Miss the lessons a lot. I wass wondering if there will be loads of homeworks waiting for me to do. There is still the English Manual thingy to be done, I only done it half-way. I actually promised Liling to go to the library with her to do the project, but I wasn't in school. I shall call her later to apologise to her for not going. I'm so sorry as ii didn't mean it. Liling will surely understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~ Happy Birthday To Daniel T. And Nicholas ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 350 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111269545671638407?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111269545671638407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111269545671638407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111269545671638407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111269545671638407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry.html' title='~Sorry~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111259975875744505</id><published>2005-04-05T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T05:01:19.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Biatch, Slut andd Mamasan~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Biatch, Slut andd Mamasan~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mrs Wong was here for school but she won't be in class and school because she will be bringing choir members to the Singapore Youth Festival thingy. And that means to me that I can put my fringe down without letting her to catch me! Grins! Maths lessons was the same as usual, always boring and long-winded. I really can't help feeling this way, nobody does. Renwei, as usual, was being told by Mr Hui to stand outside the classroom. The afternoon I spent in class was fun. Doesn't really have anything much to do and I saw Vanessa sitting behind me and therefore, decided to disturb her. I mean, we are always disturbing each other so there's nothing wrong or wierd with that, right? Perhaps, yes and why not? Laughs! I saw words on her hands and that word is none other than "bitch". After that, she sit beside me and that is when I called her a bitch. Then, she called me a slut. The two of us were like laughing away and calling each others names. Vanessa told me that I should called her a "biatch" instead of "bitch". So I just do as she said since she seems to like it so much. Then not long after, Shanni was dragged into the situation between me and Vanessa. That's pretty funny. I told Vanessa about what nickname should we gave Shanni. And I said "Mamasan"! That's absolutely hilarious! The three of us started calling each other names and all that. Renwei was dragged into the situation as well for provoking Vanessa and she called him a "moron"! That's how it all happenedd! Shanni was slapping me on the arms with the thin book she got on her hand each time I called her a mamasan. Ouch! We are all calling each other names just because of fun and laughters and of course, entertainment. Actually, we three got what it takes even to be one, right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 349 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111259975875744505?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111259975875744505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111259975875744505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111259975875744505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111259975875744505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/biatch-slut-andd-mamasan.html' title='~Biatch, Slut andd Mamasan~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111249507580413932</id><published>2005-04-03T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T04:41:12.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Stupid Pervert~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Stupid Pervert~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I slept late at 12 plus last night and woke up in the early morning at 9.30a.m. Surprisingly, I wasn't in the least tired at all. Laughs! Stayed up late last night, having my brother to accompany me to watch a fabulous movie on AXN. That movie is Men in Black II. Grins! That was great and the monsters in the movie was funny and a little bit pervertic. Likewise, in the monsters' world, they had a &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=xxx" target="_blank"&gt;XXX&lt;/a&gt; Girls pubs thingys. Absolutely hilarious! After that, I watch some cartoons with my sister and brother. Then, I went into my room and started tearing off the stickers in my room. I told my Dad that wanted my room in pink and he actually agreedd to it! That was a good news, wasn't it? I thought that it's time my room have a new makeover. A new coat of paint, a new small little cardboard and a new curtain. Owells... After all that, Mummy tell me an encounter with a pervert that afternoon. But that pervert didn't really does anything physically. Mummy said that he was wearing a trouser and he let his **** dangling out his of trouser and that was simply ridiculous! Whatsmore, the old man still smile and laugh! Mummy said that the old man is actually the brother of the auntie who lived just beside us. And that the auntie suffered a stroke last year. Mummy did not lounge a police report for the sake of the auntie who suffered a stroke. She said that next time if she saw the same thing, she would surely lounge a police report. Mummy said that that is no wonder that she didn't struck lottery that night. Owells... That's all for yesterday night. And for today, everything is going normal, I guess. There will be school tomorrow and I don't know whether I shall looked forward to it or not. Enough of thinking already, I joke a lot with Mummy and I told her what I told Daddy about my room and she said I very lucky. Lucky because they all two treat me like a princess, thought I am not one. Owells... Thank you for always giving in to me. Grins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 348 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111249507580413932?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111249507580413932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111249507580413932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111249507580413932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111249507580413932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/stupid-pervert.html' title='~Stupid Pervert~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111242493080069912</id><published>2005-04-02T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T01:22:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Giving Thanks~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Giving Thanks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I guess I woke up early enough today and I told Mummy that I will bring her out for breakfast. I washed up and change into some clothes. After that, my brother woke up and he washed up too and joined us for breakfast. After breakfast, I tugged along with Mummy to the market as she will be buying loads of things and I will be there to help her. Mummy was buying some curry powder from an Indian lady's store when I saw Mrs. Wong. She was doing some groceries-shopping with her husband, I guess. We said bye and went home. Mummy and I went and shopped for a while and I set my eyes upon a pink Pawanno handbag and she brought it for me! Thanks and muacks! After that, we went home together. Upon reaching home, we do some household chores together before having a long rest. I throw myself onto my&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and started to think a lot. Actually, Shanni and I planed to go to Beach Road together to go to the army market. I wantedd to get a coat cover and I will be helping Annaliza to get one too. But Shanni is unable to make it at the last minute and so we called off the date. Then, out of nowhere, I started to think of giving thanks. I also don't know why I suddenly thought of that. Laughs! Silly or I have nothing better to do so? Asbsolutely nope! Exactly what can I give thanks for? Owells... My families, my friends, my everythings and a lot more actually! I wanted to thanks my friends who brought me so much laughters everyday. Thanks for the pink Pawanno handbag you promised me, Mummy! Thanks for the earrings you promised me, Daddy! Thanks for the fabulous makeup set you got me, Mummy! Thanks for the handphone you two promised that I will be getting soon! And, not to forget to thanks for getting all that I want! I lurve you, Mummy and Daddy! Thanks to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 347 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111242493080069912?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111242493080069912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111242493080069912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111242493080069912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111242493080069912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/giving-thanks.html' title='~Giving Thanks~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111235508354885623</id><published>2005-04-01T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T01:05:48.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Long Break~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Long Break~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The day was fun, but the afternoon wasn't as fun as the day. I have guess that I can't be able to make it to floorball again. Disappointedd! Owells... NP is kind of tiring today and I don't really enjoy that. Yesterday, I went to see the NP board, I was overjoyed to find that we won't be doing anything like drills. Instead, there will be a programme arranged for us and it's called the "Energy-Saving Programme". And we are to wear uniform instead of PT kit. Yippies! But all this has been in vain as I received loads of messages about the programme being cancelled and that drills and such will continued as usual. At first, Liling called me and said that she received the message but at that time, I haven't received the message yet. She told me about the programme bring cancelled and that she was afraid that it might be a April Fool joke. Liling and I was wondering whether we should bring the uniform. What ever will happened if we need the uniform and that we didn't bring it? What will happened again if we don't need the uniform and we did bring it? That will looked absolutely silly of us! Owells... I comfirmed with Shanni and we come to a conclusion that the message is not a April Fool joke. How disappointed I was! My thoughts at first was like my bag wasn't going to be heavy and it's not going to be so tiring. Once again, disappointed! Ish this particular situation liked not keeping a promise or was it going to be something that I have never thought about? Nope, definitely not! We will be having campcraft first and Shanni and I was in the same group. After that, we are surposed to go and see Mr. Soon about the floorball thingy but we couldn't find him. Later after the campcraft, we'll be having drills. Surprisingly, there wasn't any air rifles and I was again very disappointed. We were told to bring half-uniform which comsists of unit t-shirt, skirt, belt, barry and boats. And also the textbooks we carried in our bags. Think about it, it's so heavy! When I am doing drills, I see that freak for about four times during the morning and afternoon as well. Sigh! Mummy and Daddy is not in Singapore again. They are at their lawyer's law firm in Malaysia. I miss them so much thought they are always there for me. I need a long break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 346 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111235508354885623?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111235508354885623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111235508354885623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111235508354885623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111235508354885623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/04/long-break.html' title='~Long Break~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111225794148214204</id><published>2005-03-31T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T07:51:15.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Freakiest Freako Ever Lived~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Freakiest Freako Ever Lived~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fustrated! ii was! After school, Shanni and I decided to go the the library. But she wanted to go to the canteen and call her mum, so we put our bags at the library before ging to the canteen. After the call to her mum, Shanni and I have lunch at the canteen as well. After buying the food, we sat down and started eating. Not long after, I saw that freaky Mel with her stuck-to-her-like-glue freaky friends. She noticed Shanni and seems to be talking to that freaky Elle about Shanni and they were like laughing and giggling at us. That's the fustrating part! They were actually like making fun of us and were laughing and giggling at us! They, especially Mel, was pretending to walk past us like we were invisible or something. Hey Mel, I just want you to know that the guy that actually choosed you doesn't give you the right to held your nose high up in air and putting on airs as well! Do you get it? If you don't, then maybe perhaps, you think that you Miss Singapore or Miss Universe. Don't tell me you never think of that, okay? My friend here admited that you might be a bit more beautiful than her and mind, it's just a bit, okay? Not a little more! But when she has always think that it is that way, please don't ever ever think that you are Miss Singapore or Miss Universe! I have no offence and I don't mean to be so mean, but that attitude of yours caused me to think it that way, it's not my fault at all! It all started with you! Yes, I know that he has already chosen you instead of my friend, but that also doesn't give you the right to shake you ass all around and boost or even flirt around! With so many people around you, it doesn't mean that you are famous or popular among them. Think about it! Does it makes some sense? Or do you want me to knock some sense into you? Perhaps when time were really to come, I will definately knock some sense into you! Perhaps, I will do the same to that guy who have chosen you, as I thought that he have some stamps that were attached to his eyes or something else. No offence. Therefore, stop being such a freaky freak that put on airs. I know that you are leading your very own life and that I doesn't have any right to interfere with the way you behave, the way you see other people in that freaky eyes of yours, and most of all, that freaky attitude of yours. One advice from me, if you are still going to carry on your life this way, nobody's going to like you. Especially your friends, but neither will I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 345 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111225794148214204?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111225794148214204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111225794148214204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111225794148214204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111225794148214204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/freakiest-freako-ever-lived.html' title='~Freakiest Freako Ever Lived~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111217243797612134</id><published>2005-03-30T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T07:43:04.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Lurve Conquered All~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Lurve Conquered All~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today is not my day and that's what I think. I was glad that Shanni was in school today which shows that her grandfather is okay and well. But she said that what I guess was wrong. I am here to tell you that it's important to look at the positive side of things instead of negative. I always thinks that God created us in a way that things often turned out the way that we don't really wanted them to. It will either turned nasty or something even worst and what is more is that it's sometime so hard to accept that you might as well give it all up. This morning, the morning devotion was said by my principal, Mrs. Carolin Tan. An absolutely capable principal aka teacher I ever seen in my whole entire life! She said about lurve and hate, and that lurve can conquered all. I totally agree with what she says and I thinks that it's very meaningful. Lurve can conquered all but I still have doubts in this fact that is true. After the morning assembly, we'll have art lessons and it's fun! We are doing the assignment that Valarie has given to us. When we finished the so-call art project, we can be able to enjoy ourselves and watch any &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s! Actually, Valarie was not so bad. Right! After the art lessons, we have chinese lessons. I learned the chinese spellings in the morning when I was on my way to school. I can't remember all of them that well. Laughs! Some guys didn't learned their spellings and we are there to help them "cheat". Grins! Shanni was helping Sebas with his spelling and Mr. Soon found out but not really that much happened. After the chinese lesson, we'll be having recess! When having recess with Shanni, Jasmine was there and she toldd me about her new-found lurve. Man! She still in the mood of finding someone she can flirt with! After that, Shanni and I went back to the class and was greetedd by a most surprise sight! ii just don't wanted to say it as it was giving me a toothache! Ouch! So lovey-dovey are they. Recess is over and we'll be having English lessons and some briefing on something in class, we proceed to the Music Room to have some Listening work thingy. After that, Mrs. Wong called some of us to go and read some short story thingy. Then, Mrs. Wong received a call that was for Shanni. She had to rushed off, everything's going to be alright for your grandfather. Think positively again. After that, we'll be having Science but Mr. Lim wasn't here for class and for school as well. Maths lessons always came so quickly and it is very very boring. Project work come next and we'll have to present a short presentation on our group. Lots of things happened unexpectedly for the day and surprisingly, I wasn't tired at all. I am going to lurve everyone else around me as Mrs. Tan said: "Lurve comquered all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 344 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111217243797612134?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111217243797612134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111217243797612134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111217243797612134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111217243797612134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/lurve-conquered-all.html' title='~Lurve Conquered All~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111200250817442752</id><published>2005-03-28T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T07:31:07.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Bright Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Bright Day~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The day was fun and interesting, but Shanni wasn't here to share it with me. Heys, best friend! Just wanted you to know that your grandfather's going to be alright and please stopped worrying. I will prayedd hard for him. And don't worry too much until you neglected your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Health" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;. Look onto the bright side of life. All I want you to know is that I will always be there for you. Today go to school and went straight to class to put my bag before proceeding to the hall for the usual morning assembly. After the morning assembly, we take our the newspapers for the reading period. But I haven't even started reading the papers when Mr. Lim said that there'll be no reading period and that we all shall proceed to chapel service. It's a time in which we worship and prayed and also to sing together. We sing lots and lots of songs. After that, Mdm. Li briefed us on our attire, the way we wear our school uniform andd that we are actually wearing it the wrong way. After the briefing, we went back to class to have lessons. It's Design and Technology and we have only a period for that as the two periods before has been taken up by the chapel service and the briefing as well. Actually, I thinks that's good because I don't really like Design and Technology as the practical works required sawing and more. The sawdust were like making me sneeze and making me rubbing my eyes as well. After Mr. Koh brief us on don't know what thing, he said that there will be no practical work. Cheers! But before we gone off for our recess, he told us that we will be coming to the Design and Technology room to do practical work. Sigh! Cheers again! I have already completed sawing my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Education" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;al toy and I will probably spend the next few weeks decorating it. After that, we'll have that boring Mathematics lessons. Sigh again! Owells... I really don't mean to insult him but I really think that he's totally being so unreasonable. He told Renwei to seat onto somewhere and after that, Renwei was like coming back to his orginal seat to take his pencil box and he was like telling Renwei to go out of the class. He's like that! People talk also wanted to give people detention! People scold him bad words then he give detention sounds very reasonable to me but other people talk then you say you wanted to give detention then that is totally unreasonable! Simply ridiculous! Damned pissed off! To be frank, I never enjoyed Mathematics lessons. I prefer Mr. Low to teach us Mathematics because Mr. Low will surely always tell us some jokes or ghost stories so that we can relax ourselves while studying. But certainly, not this ridiculous teacher! Then after Mathematics lesson, some of us proceed to Music Room to have the Character First lesson with Mrs. Wong. Owells... Got scolded for my fringe and my long fingernails. She command me to cut the nails on the spot so I have no choice but to do as she said. Then, go into the room, we are surposed to occupy only the first two rows of the chairs. I sit in between Esther and Derek. Mrs. Wong talked about "Taking Personal Responsibility". And told us to write something positive and negative about the class and I wrote "Strong team-spirit". That's right! After that lesson, it's end of school already. I go home with Agnes and I went to the supermarket there to buy something before going home. Sigh! There'll be Julia Gabriel lesson tomorrow and I just don't like it! No choice. Today such a bright and happy day for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 342 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111200250817442752?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111200250817442752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111200250817442752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111200250817442752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111200250817442752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/bright-day.html' title='~Bright Day~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111181092119306830</id><published>2005-03-26T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T02:39:05.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Recovery Pathway~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Recovery Pathway~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yawn... I sleep very late last night and wake up early this morning because Mummy's nagging. Who's she nagging at? Owells... She's nagging at my younger sister to change into her clothes. And ii wass awakened by that. I was so sleepy as I slept around 2a.m yesterday night. I stayed up to type the NPCC command list and there's so much to type about and I was surfing the net and online chatting as well. I chatted with Wilson and he's such a good listener. Next time, if I were to have any troubles, I will not be afraid that there will be no one there for me. I mean, there's always lots of people whom I can tell my problems and sorrows to but somehow, he seems to be quite a better one. Laughs! Grins! Smiles! Aren't I evil or something? Owells... Maybe not. Accompany Mummy to have breakfast as usual and after breakfast, I went to the clinic to buy some medicines for my younger sister as she was having a flu. And I am down with a flu too! Cries! I ask Mummy to go home first as there will be a long wait at the clinic. After I finallly collect the medicine already, I headed to a stall nearby and brought a ring. It's so nice andd girlly! It's so sweet and charming as well! And I brought some rubber bands that I need to tie my hair with when school starts again next monday. After buying all that I want already, I walked home by myself and I saw somebody from my primary school. He's the one that exist in one of the bad memoriess ever but there's nothing to fear. I didn't hide my face nor did I walked away, I just walked past him and pretend I never saw him and I doesn't even give a heck about it. I am on my way to recovery to those uncherishable bad memories. Be happy for me, you know you should be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 340 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111181092119306830?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111181092119306830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111181092119306830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111181092119306830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111181092119306830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/recovery-pathway.html' title='~Recovery Pathway~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111173930674435451</id><published>2005-03-25T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T02:31:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Happily Ever After~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Happily Ever After~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;- Will such a fairytale ever happen between us? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once upon a time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Something happened in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There was where my prince appear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I shedd for him lots of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We get to be able to meet each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because of our dear heavenly father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Perhaps, it might be just fate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who arranged for us this wonderful date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Give me a chance to be your cinderella, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And we'll be able to live in a lurve mania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When I drop my glass slipper that night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You kept searching for me with all your might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When you want me to slip my feet into that shoe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It fits and you know that's all true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You kneel down and proposed to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you said you want me to be your queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We'll stay together forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And lived happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-.We'll never know. Only God knows. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 339 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111173930674435451?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111173930674435451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111173930674435451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111173930674435451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111173930674435451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/happily-ever-after.html' title='~Happily Ever After~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111165347673185291</id><published>2005-03-24T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T03:25:19.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Good Samaritan Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Good Samaritan Day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today is the Good Samaritans' Day and I am looking forward to it. I left home for school at about 7a.m sharp. We were surposed to go to the hall today. Then, me and Shanni proceed to the hall. After that, we have reading period and chapel service. After all those, we were given a talk by Miss Shamila and a NKF volunteer about the things we will be selling for the Good Samaritans' Day. They said that we will be selling pens and greeting cards as well. We lined up in a straight row by register number to collect the pens and greeting cards and also the license for the donation bag in which the doner can put money into it. Shanni, Liling and I worked as a group. As Secondary 2 students, we only get the cards but not the pens. There's lots of places to go and we can choose which place to go and we choosed Tanjong Pagar as it was not so far. Lots of people says that Tanjong Pagar very little people stay in the HDB flat as we plan to sell the greeting cards by door-to-door services. Instead, we try it another way out. We alighted for the train and we walked up a stair and come to a very busy place. We tried to ask for direction and we get ignored instead. I even said goodd morning to one particular man and wanted to asked him where is the International Plaza but he just waved us off. As he walkedd off, I said: "It's not as if I wantedd to sell or promoted something to you, I just wanted to asked for direction and you walked off as if I wantedd to rob you like that!" The man never looked back and I guess that he's ashamed. We found the International Plaza in the end but we didn't go there as there's so little people. We walked a few streets ahead and decided to sell our things there. Shanni gets to sell her first greeting card to a middle-aged woman for $5 as we are surposed to sell it at that amount. Then we kept trying our luck to see who is kind enough to help to buy as this money was important to those needy children. I saw a Caucasian woman with her son and I went up to them and said: "Good morning, Madam! Today is Good Samaritan Day and would you like to purchase this packet of cards for $5 each?" But she said no as she was in a rush. So after that, I asked numerous people and they kept rejecting those cards but some are kind enough to make a small donation at about $0.40 to $4.00. When I approached some people and I think that they are very cruel as they said: "NKF so rich already, no need to donate also can! I don't want to buy!" With that, they walked off, leaving me alone there staring hard after them. Sigh! Some people are even worse. They walked off without letting us finished the sentence and that happened to both Liling and miie. By noon, I have only sold one card only and there's still 8 more to go. I approached more people and just like before, they rejected me but still make a small donation. I feel very desperate by then and I cried silently. Liling walked up to me and asked me not to cry. I wiped off my tears and I saw a middle-aged man looking at my way as I was wiping away my tears. So I approached him and asked him if he wanted to purchase the card and he saidd yes! He gave me $6 but I said that I don't have any change but he said that it's okay and that he'll take it as another donation! Oh... He's such a nice and good-looking man! Laughs. I saw the Caucasian woman's son again but this time, he was with his Dad. And so I approached him, saying that today is a Good Samaritans' Day and that if he would like to purchased a greeting card. He gave me a $10 note to buy one card but I said that I don't have any change and he said that he'll buy 2 cards then. Another kind soul. After that, I manage to sell the cards and my last card was brought by a woman with a kind heart. My effort finally paid off, even my tolerence for those who had walked off without letting me finishedd my sentence and also those who had walkedd off upon seeing us approaching them. After seeling all the cards, we are surpose to go back to school to give them the donation bag and we were very hungry as we go back. We go back to our class and we are to wait for everyone to come back from different various places before we were dismissed at 2.30p.m. After dismissal, Shanni and I go to Junction 8 and have our lunch. After lunch, we walked aroundd the shopping centre for a while before going back home. The day was fun but tiring. Dod blessed those who brought the cards to help the needy chidren. May God be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 338&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111165347673185291?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111165347673185291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111165347673185291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111165347673185291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111165347673185291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-samaritan-day.html' title='~Good Samaritan Day~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111157183856996504</id><published>2005-03-23T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T03:07:46.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Friends Incredibles~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Friends Incredibles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cheers! The school announced that there will be school tomorrow but there's not going to be any lessons as it was Good Samaritans' Day! For Good Samaritans' Day last year, we were appointed to various places in Singapore in groups to sell pens, And the money that we made from the pens we have sold goes to the NKF Kidney Foundation. Once again, Shanni and I was told to go to Admiralty to sell those pens that they have given us. There's different ways of selling those pens actually but Shanni andd I went to sell the pens in "door to door" services. That's was a great fun and a great experience too. Stay back with Shanni andd Eleanor today and we planned to go to Junction 8 together but Shanni don't felt like going, so we didn't go because we give in to Shanni. After lunch at school, we headed for the library and decided to book some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Computers" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;computers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; to use and surf the net but Shanni and I just don't felt like using and so, we left for our classroom. We chat in the classroom and we laughed and we joked as well. We usually try to spent time with each other if we have the chance to. You can blame or be jealous of us, we are best friends no matter what! I am looking forward to tomorrow but Mummy and Daddy will not be home as they will be going to the lawyer's law firm at Malaysia about the contract on selling the house. I'll miss you but at the same time, I will have my friends for company.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 337 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111157183856996504?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111157183856996504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111157183856996504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111157183856996504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111157183856996504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/friends-incredibles.html' title='~Friends Incredibles~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111148776776711380</id><published>2005-03-22T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T02:54:52.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Memorable Footprints~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Memorable Footprints~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I woke up at six-thirty this morning and I was lucky that I wasn't late. Quickly changing into my uniform, I rush to the kitchen and tied up my hair and didn't bother about breakfast. Again, ii was lucky to be in school on time, 7a.m sharp. I reach the class together with Shanni and Liling, then Shanni and I left for the parade square. We walked down the stairs together and I actually saw him not far away from me. My heart did skip a beat but somehow, I manage to remain calm. At least, our eyes did met and that we stopped for a few seconds, then we proceed to what we surposed to do. He went to his class andd I, to the parade square. Thought that's a simple meeting of us, I am glad that he noticed me and I just thought that it's going to be the best day of my life! You may think that I am a despo or a whatsoever, but I am not one definitely! I just lurve him loads and I want him to be happy and that's it! That's all that I want to give him. But probably you never know how much it hurts when someone threw your heart far far away. In the afternoon, I stay back in school to wait for Shanni to finish her English remedial in school and I baked myself in the sun till she come out. No choice, there's no shady place in the afternoon. Then when she come out, we went to the library together with Liling and Tammy to finish their home-econ project. Then after some time close to 5p.m, we went home andd I walked with Tammy. Shanni have Liling to accompany her. Maybe, we'll be having a Good Samaritan Day during Thursday. We'll need to come to school but there's not going to be any lessons. We'll be having the Good Samaritan Day because mine is a Christian school. I went home with a peaceful heart and mind. Everything seems so perfect today, even him. No choice again because you left lots andd lots of footprints in my life and it's that you kept miie going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 336 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111148776776711380?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111148776776711380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111148776776711380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111148776776711380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111148776776711380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/memorable-footprints.html' title='~Memorable Footprints~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111140549563260903</id><published>2005-03-19T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T02:25:07.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Dreams Possible~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Dreams Possible~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I woke up with a terrible start this morning and that really frightened me a lot. I sat and kept thinking why and I thought about the dream I have. It's a sweet dream and I really cherished it a lot. Perhaps, I will never find the feelings when I am in it again. I dream that I was with him and that we were actually going out with each other. We were very loving and sweet. Perhaps, we were never like that in reality although I really hope that it might really happen to me. We were both having a meal and we were sharing some cakes with each other and having some fruits together. Owells... It's so loving and sweet, but if only it would really happened to me. In reality, he already have a stead and that I really want to be happy for him, but somehow, I can't and I don't know why. I really wish that I can find the answers in him. That would be absolutely great. Things often turned out the way I don't wantedd them to but I just have to accept it no matter whatsoever. Perhaps, it's destiny that made it this way. No change, no nothing andd no everythings. That's what I have to face. That's what fate had in prepared for me and I have no other choice but to accept it willingly and with dignity too. I will never know what life has in store for me but I just have to live it the way it goes. Perhaps, this special dream might come true. Nothing is impossible in this world, even this dream I had. It is still possible but the only problem that matters is how I handle with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 333 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111140549563260903?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111140549563260903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111140549563260903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111140549563260903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111140549563260903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/dreams-possible.html' title='~Dreams Possible~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111139714515961074</id><published>2005-03-17T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T02:19:06.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Tired of Waiting~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~Tired of Waiting~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The afternoon was hot andd my Mummy was telling me to tidied up the stacks of worksheets and books I have got on my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;room's table. It really need to be tidied because just standing and looking at those books can't help me cleared them up. I was tiding it half-way when I saw his photo on my table. I really felt like throwing it into the dustbin but I really can't bring myself to do so. I just can't do it! I stand there looking at the photo and thougth that maybe he doesn't even cherished that I am there for him. Or perhaps, he doesn't even know that I lurve him but I know that he do know that. I wanted nothing at all, absolutely nothing. I just wish that he will be there for me whenever I need him. I just want him to know that about the lurve I had in him all this while. I just wanted him to realise my feelings for him. That's all, or perhaps it's too much or something? That's life. I always think that even if I really were to live life to its fullest, it's never going to be enough. But ii only want to be ordinary and be with him. That's my life andd I know that I can find the real me in him. I really hope he noticed that I am not even joking at all. I am serious about what I have said. I wanted to be with you no matter what. I just wanna say: "I lurve you". Andd I really hope that you can lurve me the way I did. I don't want to wait until the day I decidedd to let go, then only you come to me. I put the photo into my wallet instead. Perhaps, I am just tired of waiting. Nobody knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 331 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111139714515961074?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111139714515961074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111139714515961074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111139714515961074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111139714515961074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/tired-of-waiting.html' title='~Tired of Waiting~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111139595686481631</id><published>2005-03-14T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T01:53:35.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~True Friends~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~True Friends~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wake up early this morning to have breakfast with my Mummy at the coffeeshop and Daddy was not at home. He was out to work. After breakfast, Mummy went to the market, leaving me to go home alone as she does not want me to follow her to the market. It's stinky and slippery in there. I walked the long way back and passed my primary school. I stopped like as if I was dead outside the school. It sure brings lots of memories back, and instead of good and fun memories, they were bad and sad one that I think you can never ever imagined. Yes, bad ones. Being in that school seems to me that everything was bad. No matter what, takes those students andd "friends" there for example. They calledd themselves "friends" but have they ever ever wondered or even think that they are worth to be calledd that? I knew that true friendships exist in this beautiful world but to miie, being their "friends" was like in hell. "Friends" who can humilate you. "Friends" who can scold you, "friends" who can hurted you, and "friends" who doesn't even cherished you. Name all that you want and must have to be something negative, it's going to exist there. I remember every single sad and hurtful events that happened there, I did. There's no way I can't becausee it's so hard unforgettable! In my very own way of thinking, I don't even in the least bit think that what I actally said are criticizes but instead, facts. I know that I am in no wrong. It's all their fault! I am not able to enjoy myself there and that there's no happy days there, not even a tiny little bit. But those bad memories that I have kept are now going all their way back into my head, way way behind my head. It's not going to hurted me ever again. Never ever whatsoever! I have good and best friends now. Friends who cared for me, friends who loved me and of course, friends who actually cherished me. Now that whenever I go, if I were to see any of those o-so "friends", ii didn't even stopped to even say a "hi!. No, I never because I knew that they were not worth all it. I am not being rude but what I actually mean is that: "Why be good to the person that brought so much pain to you?" If that person is willing to turn into a new leaf, I might consider once more. But right now, I have lots of friends that I really cherished a lot. God blessed all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 328 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111139595686481631?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111139595686481631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111139595686481631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111139595686481631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111139595686481631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/true-friends.html' title='~True Friends~'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591973.post-111139454481534844</id><published>2005-03-12T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:08:23.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Tired out.`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-Tired out.`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was damn tired after a whole day with friends but it was fun and exciting to me. It's great and fabulous! Our class actually organised a class outing to Sentosa and that is because maybe to boost our class team spirit. Many of us have changed during the holidays, ii mean more or less we did. That's why we need to organised the outing. To have great fun and time as well. I did have great fun there too with all of my friends. They were all great and fabulous. We went to Siloso Beach to have fun with the waters and we were like throwing eggs at each others. We were also like pushing lots of people into the water. Owells... Daniel planed to push me and Shanni into the water but somehow, he didn't. That's lucky of us, isn't it? It's getting hotter and hotter when the afternoon pop its sunny head out. Shanni andd I walked to the toilet barefooted and it actually hurts a lot because we were walking on the hot sand. But it doesn't matter to me because I actually enjoy the day very well. We took our bags along with us and decided to have a shower there because we were like all tasting of salty salt water and that we have sand all over us. I have to leave Sentosa early because I wanted to catch a movie with Shanni. We both catch the bus and leave the place reluctantly. Before leaving, I actually toldd Sandra that I really enjoy myself a lot. I hope more of these kind of outing can be organised more. Shanni and I went to Bugis to catch the movie "Hitch" and we invited Eleanor with us. We went to have our dinner at McDonaldd and we have a very heavy dinner there. The movie was funny, romantic and most of all, meaningful to me. I really have a very great day with my friends and that when I reachedd home, I can see very well that Mummy and Daddy knew that I enjoyed myself very well. I bring home loads of laughters and smiles and I am sure that they are pleased to see me that way because I am not feeling well for the past few days and that this outing surely do cheered me up. Thanks everybody for making this outing such a fun one for me and of course, for those who enjoyed it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Lurving Youu 326 Dayss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591973-111139454481534844?l=angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/feeds/111139454481534844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591973&amp;postID=111139454481534844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111139454481534844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591973/posts/default/111139454481534844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angeliciouss-gurl.blogspot.com/2005/03/tired-out.html' title='.Tired out.`'/><author><name>PrinCeSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252072156816465909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
