<?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-37814680</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:41:22.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GJ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-6748932127053143792</id><published>2007-10-18T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:17:20.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've moved! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.xanga.com/spishgj"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.xanga.com/spishgj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/cho/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-6748932127053143792?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/6748932127053143792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=6748932127053143792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6748932127053143792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6748932127053143792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-moved-d-www.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-2866335602061520403</id><published>2007-06-18T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:26:17.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That I'll fall in love with you all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good having something to refer to. Things that didn't seem apparent at that point of time being so important even the smallest words this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it not distant itself away from me. Why does it not leave me with no tinge of regret at all. Why does it stay by my side.  If that was what it meant by perfection, will I still be able to hold on to everything that overcomes me. Just like when I have seemed to have driven it away, it appears right in front of me with such earnest that I can't help it. I just can't help myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let an ending arise when I close my eyes, make a wish, keeping it from turning around all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-2866335602061520403?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/2866335602061520403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=2866335602061520403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/2866335602061520403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/2866335602061520403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-smile-that-ill-fall-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-3190624321834024330</id><published>2007-06-08T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:03:54.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really like this excerpt from Rachel Scott's journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said "that's bad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said "so what"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said "He lies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said "He's fun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said "Please stop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said "Shut up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said "I love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said "Not now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then the matches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burned my hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he was not there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To care for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the dark alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I was not alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said "I love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said "Why"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said, "Because I made you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronan Keating (feat. Kate Rusby)'s All Over Again is nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat the Green Gooey Ice cream at Macs with Eleanor yesterday after school. Boy, was it just smashingly yummy. And she got what she has always yearned for. She "WORE HER furry SUPPORT" yesterday and I could not stop laughing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-3190624321834024330?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/3190624321834024330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=3190624321834024330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3190624321834024330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3190624321834024330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-really-like-this-excerpt-from-rachel.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-3613924375438741033</id><published>2007-05-11T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:19:08.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natalie Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months is too little.&lt;br /&gt;They let him go.&lt;br /&gt;They had no sudden healing.&lt;br /&gt;To think that providence would&lt;br /&gt;Take a child from his mother while she prays&lt;br /&gt;Is appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who told us we'd be rescued?&lt;br /&gt;What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;We're asking why this happens&lt;br /&gt;To us who have died to live?&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means to be held.&lt;br /&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;br /&gt;And you survive.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;And to know that the promise was&lt;br /&gt;When everything fell we'd be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hand is bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The wise hand opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what it means to be held&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;br /&gt;And you survive.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;AND TO KNOW THAT THE PROMISE WAS&lt;br /&gt;WHEN EVERYTHING FELL WE'LL BE HELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;If hope is born of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;If this is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what it means to be held&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;br /&gt;And you survive.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;And to know that the promise was&lt;br /&gt;When everything fell we'll be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never get over you getting over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're taking the town again&lt;br /&gt;Having a good time&lt;br /&gt;With all your good time friends&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that you think of me&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now and I'm alone and free&lt;br /&gt;I know that I should get on with my life&lt;br /&gt;But a life lived without you could never be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as the stars shine down from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Long as the rivers run to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you getting over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to smile so the hurt wont show&lt;br /&gt;Tell everybody I was glad to see you go&lt;br /&gt;But the tears just won't go away&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness found me, looks like its here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I know that I ought to find someone new&lt;br /&gt;But all I found is myself always thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as the stars shine down from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Long as the rivers run to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you getting over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;Each nights a lifetime to live through&lt;br /&gt;I cant go on like this, I need your touch&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I'll ever love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as long as the stars shine down from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Long as the rivers run to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you getting over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you getting over&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you getting over&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you getting over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-3613924375438741033?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/3613924375438741033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=3613924375438741033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3613924375438741033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3613924375438741033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/05/held-natalie-grant-two-months-is-too.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-4438830586013770754</id><published>2007-05-10T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:59:22.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the song by You Mi in 200 pounds beauty! It's in the stickam player under Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Title : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Batang;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;별&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; (Byul) (Korean for "star")&lt;br /&gt;Sung by : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Batang;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;유미&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; (You Mi)&lt;br /&gt;Album : 200 pounds beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;param gyeoli changeul heundeulgo&lt;br /&gt;nae gimalhan jakeun nawei pan weouro&lt;br /&gt;areumduphge byulbijdeureul&lt;br /&gt;kadeul chaewojuneyo&lt;br /&gt;malhi aphahajimah&lt;br /&gt;nalkkok aneunchae dadokyojumyeo&lt;br /&gt;jakjara weouro haejuneyo&lt;br /&gt;keodji mothalmankkeum himekyeowon aphawado&lt;br /&gt;nunmuli apeul karyeowado&lt;br /&gt;kajjimothal nae sarang aphedo nan useullaeyo&lt;br /&gt;jamshimado kyeote haengboghattdeon giogdeureul&lt;br /&gt;kashime kanjig halkeyo&lt;br /&gt;du nune suno najin jeobyuldeul&lt;br /&gt;cheoreom yeongwonhi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Translation of YouMi’s version:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;the wind is shaking the windows,and over my small room,&lt;br /&gt;the stars fill up the sky, shining brightly too many to count,&lt;br /&gt;the stars reassure tired me&lt;br /&gt;they wipe away the many tears that are deep inside me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;don’t be hurt too much..they hug me tight and pamper me&lt;br /&gt;and comfort me,&lt;br /&gt;telling me to go to sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;though I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t walk&lt;br /&gt;though my tears blur my vision&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still smile in front of my love that I’m not able to get&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Even though our happy times were short, I’ll treasure it deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;like those countless number of stars, forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;My dream is coming. though it is unusual that my one star is bright&lt;br /&gt;it is very bright, even blinding..it comes down to my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;stop being so sad..it holds my hand as it touches me&lt;br /&gt;and gives me a warm hug&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;though I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t walkthough my tears blur my vision&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still smile in front of my love that I’m not able to get&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Even though our happy times were short, I’ll treasure it deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;like those countless number of stars, forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Only for today, I won’t cry though my eyes fill with tears&lt;br /&gt;I want to laugh like those stars&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ I want to cherish all my happy moments deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like those countless number of stars, forever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-4438830586013770754?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/4438830586013770754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=4438830586013770754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/4438830586013770754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/4438830586013770754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-song-by-you-mi-in-200-pounds.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-4633848020376974077</id><published>2007-04-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:23:54.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to sing the Christmas balls song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was HMT paper 1 and chem today.&lt;br /&gt;All these exams coming up.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;I had a reallly reaaallly SERIOUS discussion today w Eleanor about the different aspects of life. How time has changed things. Weird things that happen that need serious solutions to these SERIOUS problems. There are like so many SERIOUS things that we experience and enjoy. But there are SERIOUS things that we feel awfully disgusted about. SERIOUSLY, I can't express in more SERIOUS words how SERIOUS our conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I get this topic for situational writing. I would be able to do well in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chemistry- tough- slept- now must study- drained energy- war- 750mins- fill in the blanks- jiayou _ _!- hair- curly- holiday- chips- ice cream- rolled up bird shit- style- high calcium- low fat- more vitamins- dietary fibre- sugar free- more proteins- low salt content- high energy booster- low artificial flavouring- high nutrition- low ajinomoto- cream of bird shit soup- soft yet spongy -yet fragrant- melts in your mouth- bird shit ice cream- chem- nuts- mad scientist- shy- katong laksa- dog- shitted- doorstep- free show- fresh from the oven- leftovers- coconut milk- pet dog- attracts butterflies- ru hua- the cakes dog bake- shapes more artistic- watery or ugly oval lumps- proud of yourself- future philosopher- poet li bai- poet chunying- pro pro- 6 o clock- dolphin bay- taiwan idol drama- chinese doll- cry- vcd- weekends- geog- agriculture- sleep- tourism- smarter- brain block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-4633848020376974077?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/4633848020376974077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=4633848020376974077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/4633848020376974077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/4633848020376974077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-to-sing-christmas-balls-song-it.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-150529039736965681</id><published>2007-04-30T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:52:33.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came across this in a book by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew Mattews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE FLEXIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a new recipe for PERMANENT misery...&lt;br /&gt;Decide how you think the world SHOULD be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when life doesn't obey our rules, get angry!&lt;br /&gt;That's what miserable people do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you expect that:&lt;br /&gt;*People SHOULD appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;*Planes SHOULD arrive on time.&lt;br /&gt;*Your best friend SHOULD remember your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds reasonable...&lt;br /&gt;but often, these things won't happen!&lt;br /&gt;So you end up frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy people make fewer DEMANDS on life.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they have PREFERENCES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say:&lt;br /&gt;"I would prefer "A" but if "B" happens, it's OK too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PREFER the neighbours to be quiet,&lt;br /&gt;but if they make a noise, I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PREFER people to see my point of view,&lt;br /&gt;but when they disagree, it is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have preferences about the outcome of your plans,&lt;br /&gt;but you accept WHATEVER happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your mission today?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making DEMANDS on life and people,&lt;br /&gt;have PREFERENCES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways to become happier:&lt;br /&gt;a) Change the world, or&lt;br /&gt;b) Change your thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easier to change your thinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-150529039736965681?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/150529039736965681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=150529039736965681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/150529039736965681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/150529039736965681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-came-across-this-in-book-by-andrew.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-9076092121977534</id><published>2007-04-28T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:27:26.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PROVERBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every heart knows its own bitterness and no one else can share its joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Proverbs 14:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tongue that brings healing is a tree of life, but a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Proverbs 15:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Proverbs 11:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Proverbs 142&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-16288" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; I cry aloud to the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;      I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-16289" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; I pour out my complaint before him;&lt;br /&gt;      before him I tell my trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-16290" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; When my spirit grows faint within me,&lt;br /&gt;      it is you who know my way.&lt;br /&gt;      In the path where I walk&lt;br /&gt;      men have hidden a snare for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-16291" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Look to my right and see;&lt;br /&gt;      no one is concerned for me.&lt;br /&gt;      I have no refuge;&lt;br /&gt;      no one cares for my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-16292" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; I cry to you, O Lord;&lt;br /&gt;      I say, "You are my refuge,&lt;br /&gt;      my portion in the land of the living." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-16293" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Listen to my cry,&lt;br /&gt;      for I am in desperate need;&lt;br /&gt;      rescue me from those who pursue me,&lt;br /&gt;      for they are too strong for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-16294" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; Set me free from my prison,&lt;br /&gt;      that I may praise your name.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the righteous will gather about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;       because of your goodness to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-9076092121977534?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/9076092121977534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=9076092121977534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/9076092121977534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/9076092121977534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/04/every-heart-knows-its-own-bitterness.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-1852894429971261207</id><published>2007-04-20T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:10:38.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every beat of my heart &lt;/span&gt;by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So here we stand&lt;br /&gt;Anchored in hope&lt;br /&gt;Letting the rain wash away every fear&lt;br /&gt;Stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle and shine&lt;br /&gt;I pray they won't disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;where your journey goes&lt;br /&gt;or how long it will take to unfold&lt;br /&gt;But as long as we keep this moment shining in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I will be watching over every beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that time&lt;br /&gt;Could be replayed&lt;br /&gt;I'd keep you here with me everyday&lt;br /&gt;They say that love is letting go&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you find your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;where your journey goes&lt;br /&gt;or how long it will take to unfold&lt;br /&gt;But as long as we keep this moment shining in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I know you're watching over every beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every beat of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Every beat of my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Every beat of my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-1852894429971261207?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/1852894429971261207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=1852894429971261207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/1852894429971261207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/1852894429971261207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/04/every-beat-of-my-heart-by-corrinne-may.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-7586440925428427171</id><published>2007-04-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:39:45.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was really like so freaky today. Ask all who stayed back for Econs today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday the 13th today. And our classroom clock suddenly stopped today. Exactly at? 1pm, =1300h. At first we were like ohhh so coincidental maybe like the battery stopped or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing that happened... At around 2:oo, the clock started again, this time around 2.10 or something. I was just thinking, have you ever seen a clock stop for like one hour then without any replacement of a battery, it just starts again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-7586440925428427171?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/7586440925428427171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=7586440925428427171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/7586440925428427171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/7586440925428427171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-was-really-like-so-freaky-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-5145305894129969838</id><published>2007-04-10T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:31:53.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>St Pat's got Gold with Honours. The first GWH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-5145305894129969838?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/5145305894129969838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=5145305894129969838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/5145305894129969838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/5145305894129969838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/04/st-pats-got-gold-with-honours.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-8446364407842257940</id><published>2007-04-10T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:22:37.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes. It came as a shock. All seems to be in the reverse mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially to _, there's just these comforting words I wish to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;haha. my bro's blog is like dead. &lt;a href="http://www.nutmeg-ish.blogspot.com"&gt;www.nutmeg-ish.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's so much i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't bring myself to present the words.&lt;br /&gt;i rather keep it this way.&lt;br /&gt;safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;instead, i would believe that god has a plan for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;he gives the best to us (:&lt;br /&gt;and that's what we should be grateful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-8446364407842257940?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/8446364407842257940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=8446364407842257940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/8446364407842257940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/8446364407842257940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-608585964774415533</id><published>2007-04-09T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:33:07.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SYF was kinda okay today. (:&lt;br /&gt;1hour and 7 min more to the announcing of the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my phone wallpaper cum backgrnd of this blog! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moving soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-608585964774415533?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/608585964774415533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=608585964774415533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/608585964774415533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/608585964774415533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/04/syf-was-kinda-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-6164976640327596677</id><published>2007-04-04T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:57:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sore teeth. There's one more S.C.H prac this Friday and a rehearsal this Sunday at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i cry when i think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-6164976640327596677?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/6164976640327596677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=6164976640327596677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6164976640327596677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6164976640327596677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/04/sore-teeth.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-6102353563663321036</id><published>2007-03-26T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:44:50.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy Birthday ZR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so scary. imagine having such a blow just because you did some teeny weeny thing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to do the countdowns about 14 days to syf. 5 weeks more to mid years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor said Detective. I said Kpo-tive haha.  I haven't felt so HAPPY for so long. It's nice to FIND out things once in a while. LOL. Like she said HOW  WONDERFUL CAN FRIENDSTER BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm evil. But I want to watch that free show! Joanna that meanie mo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-6102353563663321036?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/6102353563663321036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=6102353563663321036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6102353563663321036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6102353563663321036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-zr-its-so-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-4026023789069311412</id><published>2007-03-23T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:45:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours, I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love and watch me rise again&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-4026023789069311412?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/4026023789069311412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=4026023789069311412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/4026023789069311412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/4026023789069311412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-am-i-that-lord-of-all-earth-would.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-6645053146370785928</id><published>2007-03-14T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:32:31.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was Eleanor's birthday yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Rather late post because it was 11plus by the time I reached home yesterday and spent the whole day at school today. Band, the Mentor ship prog w Richard Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, Eleanor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Divya at Tanah Merah Bus stop at 4.15 and we walked there but kind of lost our way cause there was some really messy construction going on. But we found the long sloping thin white path with directions from Daphne. Because that path was like blocked by some construction workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan, Vyl, Daphne, Shermaine and Kellyn were there by the time we arrived with the so many balloons on the tips of the gate. So noticeable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the next 1 hour sitting around and cutting the tails for pin the donkey. Then Cordelia, Naina, Sam, Rachel, Ch, Jocina, Eleanor's friend, Erpei came and we watched the nice ppt that Kell and the others did. Then dearest Cordelia started whining! Because she was hungry! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hour was the embarrassing moment for Eleanor's friend and we laughed non-stop because Eleanor's dad was really funny! He cracked some jokes and played the name guessing game. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIOLOGICAL NAME!!!&lt;/span&gt;  :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Eleanor's other friends, Azrul, Nasri, Marcus and Zr came around 7. The food was yummy! And the first person to eat was the one who ate the most, haha. It was introduction time and the name guessing game and twister.Eleanor, Daphne Erpei, Azrul played. Twister was funny and Daphne was good!! Like she really twisted and contorted. And we like WEETT WEEETT! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the party was fun! Enjoyed it and Eleanor received lots and lots of presents! Like lots and lots! The first fun event since Jan 1 2007! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back on the long sloping thin DARK white path, there was this stray dog which went past us thrice and I got so scared that Cordelia kept asking me not to run. Because I saw the way it chased this motorbike that went past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a blessed birthday, Eleanor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling itchy. urghs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-6645053146370785928?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/6645053146370785928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=6645053146370785928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6645053146370785928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6645053146370785928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-was-eleanors-birthday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-4627852881679310207</id><published>2007-03-10T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T11:47:23.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;why am i such a dusty window&lt;br /&gt;for your light to shine through?&lt;br /&gt;why am i just a tiny star,&lt;br /&gt;in a sky already blue?&lt;br /&gt;why do i offer everything&lt;br /&gt;with my heart closed like a fist?&lt;br /&gt;i want to love you better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you as my refuge&lt;br /&gt;my first and last resort&lt;br /&gt;be the river always running&lt;br /&gt;through my deepest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;keep me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;cause even when i drift&lt;br /&gt;i want to love you better that this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-4627852881679310207?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/4627852881679310207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=4627852881679310207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/4627852881679310207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/4627852881679310207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-am-i-such-dusty-window-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-1204407572222592805</id><published>2007-03-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:18:55.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got the flu bug and mr doc says it can pass easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today. Last day of school and I went early to get my books only to have Shermaine Gan staring at me as I walked out. She was so funny... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another good news that my bro brought back! They beat Bukit Panjang Govt High in Nationals. But still this is the last game :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still went for tuition today only to get a shock of my life. Mr Gabriel wasn't there and guess WHO?! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't pass the bug to alexa because she started sneezing 1h after she sat next to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-1204407572222592805?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/1204407572222592805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=1204407572222592805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/1204407572222592805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/1204407572222592805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-got-flu-bug-and-mr-doc-says-it-can.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-5481918597914905427</id><published>2007-03-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:41:09.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So alike! The resemblance is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new favourite! natalie grant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;so renew me, remake me&lt;br /&gt;undo me, unbreak me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;come into the empty spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;of my broken places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consume me, complete me&lt;br /&gt;pursue me, redeem me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i could choose, i would choose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because you have given me the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;because you brought me joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;can i tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i'm something that no one expects me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you will all be shocked. i'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that's why i can't tell anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not even you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-5481918597914905427?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/5481918597914905427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=5481918597914905427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/5481918597914905427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/5481918597914905427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-alike-resemblance-is.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-8874888688637886867</id><published>2007-03-02T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:43:12.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It makes me feel really horrible. Really so bad. And sometimes I wonder... I just wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;i just want to cry it all out;&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew;&lt;br /&gt;would you be any happier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-8874888688637886867?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/8874888688637886867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=8874888688637886867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/8874888688637886867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/8874888688637886867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-makes-me-feel-really-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-7397675068158919445</id><published>2007-03-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:25:22.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because i believe in you. and i always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-7397675068158919445?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/7397675068158919445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=7397675068158919445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/7397675068158919445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/7397675068158919445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/because-i-believe-in-you.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-6227343864164704186</id><published>2007-03-02T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:22:55.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to buy the number two thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;my cheesecakes&lt;br /&gt;yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-6227343864164704186?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/6227343864164704186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=6227343864164704186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6227343864164704186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6227343864164704186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-decided-to-buy-number-two-thing_02.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-2158450999520036569</id><published>2007-03-02T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:22:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to buy the number two thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;my cheesecakes&lt;br /&gt;yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-2158450999520036569?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/2158450999520036569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=2158450999520036569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/2158450999520036569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/2158450999520036569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-decided-to-buy-number-two-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-3576868037354416408</id><published>2007-02-27T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:57:50.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOD! Just what are they doing!?!?!?!!? Lol. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-3576868037354416408?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/3576868037354416408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=3576868037354416408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3576868037354416408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3576868037354416408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-gosh-oh-my-god-just-what-are-they.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-2282706671789726418</id><published>2007-02-27T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:56:23.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE LOVE LOVE Changi Rise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice! (: Especially the surroundings. Just like a resort and that long bridge with cute fishies in the pond under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-2282706671789726418?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/2282706671789726418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=2282706671789726418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/2282706671789726418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/2282706671789726418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-love-love-changi-rise-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-1764134456814570323</id><published>2007-02-27T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:54:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to buy something. HMM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-1764134456814570323?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/1764134456814570323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=1764134456814570323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/1764134456814570323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/1764134456814570323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-decided-to-buy-something.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-6392541513147244981</id><published>2007-02-27T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:49:18.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to do my best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parkway today with Eleanor, Divya, Joan and Kell and we HAD A FUN TIME! Eating and buying stuffs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be debate tmr and it's gonna be super exciting! Talking abt exciting... I think maybe today I can copy Samantha &amp; try to be excited abt the following day and see if I can't sleep... Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you're disappointed but I know you did what you could. I want you to be happy. That's the most  I can hope for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-6392541513147244981?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/6392541513147244981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=6392541513147244981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6392541513147244981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6392541513147244981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-i-really-dont-know-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-8251878550251436849</id><published>2007-02-23T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:52:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;I know what affected _ so much. Sometimes it's best to put yourself in the shoes of the other so that you'll be able to understand the trauma went through. It's just such a horrible feeling to know of what happened and I guess it's the reason for all these. Wants someone to talk to, wants someone to turn to, wants someone to cheer _ up. Needs someone to share _ troubles. That feeling of having lost someone so important in _ growing up life makes _ different from everyone else. Why can't some people understand that _ needs more concern because _ is lacking in that something. Why do some people just put _ down like that? It's just unfeeling, probably even unaware, and not even making the effort to get to know _ better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for bringing me a little closer to  _. Getting to know _ more makes me so thankful and glad that I have taken a step to further understand what _ is going through. You can't blame _. I love _ so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;there is a higher throne, than all this world has known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired! There's gonna be band the whole day tmr. Morning's exchange with cedar, fairfield, st nics. And afternoon's combine. SHEESH! We did productive sectionals today. Bar 6 and 8. Haha. Daphne likes the bar 8 okay! She says it's nice. Basically because (&lt;3) style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Cheer Up Samantha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-8251878550251436849?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/8251878550251436849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=8251878550251436849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/8251878550251436849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/8251878550251436849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-what-affected-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-3502934112063129116</id><published>2007-02-19T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:05:50.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:35%;"&gt;i knew it was going to happen, but why does my heart still hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-3502934112063129116?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/3502934112063129116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=3502934112063129116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3502934112063129116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3502934112063129116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-knew-it-was-going-to-happen-but-why.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-9056229436052684017</id><published>2007-02-18T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:53:04.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rather boring day today but still, I'm glad with all the hongbao money. Lol. I'm greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is going to be a nothing-to-do day. But I mut be MOTIVATED! To do my homework and study! There's the 'Which star are you from?" show on Channel 255 now. It's so nice okay! And the girl is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a great show later on at 9pm on Channel U. Hua Hao Yue Yuan by Miriam Yeung. Must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;yes, i admit it's jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-9056229436052684017?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/9056229436052684017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=9056229436052684017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/9056229436052684017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/9056229436052684017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-its-been-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-6603983506230970454</id><published>2007-02-17T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T12:53:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year EVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Zhi Yu after tuition yesterday. Surprisingly, she's in the same tuition as me! Like er, I'm so blur until I didn't know it. Sheesh. Cause she was like sitting right at the back with her friend. She didn't go back yesterday too. Guess not many went back yesterday like Sherman and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I said I'll go back during Teachers' Day but I'm really not sure. (: I'll see when the time comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-6603983506230970454?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/6603983506230970454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=6603983506230970454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6603983506230970454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/6603983506230970454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-eve-met-zhi-yu.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-3238613820828556513</id><published>2007-02-16T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:15:56.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for a few days. Until Samantha asked me to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year Eve Eve!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's CNY celebrations was quite okay. Hmm. I can say it was quite different from the previous few years. (: Probably it feels different because it's gonna be the last CNY we're celebrating in this school. But like what the principal said: Once a TKGian, always a TKGian. Haha. I like that! Not like our previous principal. URghs (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY Singing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lalalalalalalala)&lt;/span&gt; Competition.&lt;br /&gt;The sec1s and sec2s got me laughing cause some were performing some WOW&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ridiculous)&lt;/span&gt; stuffs. I never knew our sec1s and 2s were capable of doing that. I gave that blank face to Eleanor after they finished like OMG... And she had this ERR look on her face. But it was certainly enjoyable. And entertaining. They did their best! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The da4 tou2 from the lion dance troupe today was so cute! So small and he liked to cry and  sit so cutely on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4E1 is a winner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 1st for the Upper Sec CNY Class Decor Competition and 2nd for the singing competition. Well, lots of the effort and work goes to the art girls and also every single member in the class because every single one contributed! (: And also, not forgetting our dearest Chairman, Jamie and vice-chairman Yue Fang who helped organise stuffs! WEET WEET! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slacked lots and lots during the first 3 periods. I was very very very bored... So I decided to get high during Emaths and stuff some things down Samantha's back. Like a green marker, a pencil and a ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I said Joan's speciality: Samantha! Why you STEAL my stuffs?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay den the pens got stuck halfway it didn't go down so I to dig it up. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being bored... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that we have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SCHOOL! NO SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt; for 4 days! WEET WEET! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think about Ru Hua and her "xian1 sheng1, bu4 yao4 zhe4 yang4 la!" and her famous song which Grace can sing the whole full song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WO DE YI KE XIN! MUACK MUACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because Samantha was sa-jiao-ing during Chinese yesterday! LIKE EWWW! Why you flirting with Lin Lao Shi! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-3238613820828556513?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/3238613820828556513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=3238613820828556513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3238613820828556513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/3238613820828556513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/havent-blogged-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-117032388612874309</id><published>2007-02-01T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:15:22.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank You to those who wished me[:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_&lt;br /&gt;-Naina the friend of the banana! I will enjoy my salty 16 birthday!&lt;br /&gt;-Zr&lt;br /&gt;-G&lt;br /&gt;-SAMANTHA!&lt;br /&gt;-Wei Xin&lt;br /&gt;-DIVYA&lt;br /&gt;-Sherman&lt;br /&gt;-Joan my dearest PONY!&lt;br /&gt;-Mabel&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel Chng&lt;br /&gt;-Isabella&lt;br /&gt;-Shanelle&lt;br /&gt;-Fung Qi&lt;br /&gt;-ELEANOR!&lt;br /&gt;-Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also those who wished me at school! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Eleanor for your nice present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Evelyn for your Strawberry MILK! MILK MAKES YOUR BONES STRONG! IT KEEPS YOU HEALTHY and it's GOOD FOR YOUR TEETH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kellyn, Shermaine, Vyl, Joan, Violet, BFG, Sam, Divya, Daphne, Raihan, Regina, Quraisha more more more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DEAREST BUMBLEBEE POOH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like pooh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;Just because of a big fat doop with ugly hair terrible attitude and such a cheater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways also because Joash is cute! The dearest P1 boy who looks like Winnie-the-Pooh. Replica! really really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms J is really funny! Haha. HELLO BLONDIE WITH NO HEAD! BLONDIE IS BALDING! BUT STILL, BLONDIE'S BLOND HAIR STANDS TALL and PROUD! Haha static electricity is so funny! Just like the Mr Bean Live Series...&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;queen&lt;/span&gt;: CHEER UP &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAMANTHA&lt;/span&gt;! (: &lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;it just breaks my heart to see you so sad everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-117032388612874309?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/117032388612874309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=117032388612874309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/117032388612874309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/117032388612874309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-to-those-who-wished-me-naina.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-117006525044061518</id><published>2007-01-29T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:08:24.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poor Samantha was sick today... :(&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your  game tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;5.58pm 29th Jan '07&lt;br /&gt;"Its your birthday right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday[:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Divya the porcupine! Your method really worked! It's so funny! Interesting to know who depends on Friendster to remember someone's birthday! LOL LOL LOL. I'm still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha had to go to the sick bay today and I suddenly like forgot her english chinese name. As in Yan Ting but in chinese it's Yuan Ting. So I was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSC was okay. I mean it was funny I wanted to laugh. But I only took like a 4 minutes while Crystal and Diana asked me to talk longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Samantha today in the canteen and I saw how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt; she did the 4x100m race only that it was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 2x1cm&lt;/span&gt; race she did. Haha :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confessed to Eleanor today. _ _  _ _  _ _! EEK! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO DAPHNE TAN! Use your waterbottle handphone to call me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-117006525044061518?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/117006525044061518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=117006525044061518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/117006525044061518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/117006525044061518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/poor-samantha-was-sick-today.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116987934412013040</id><published>2007-01-27T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:53:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116987934412013040?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116987934412013040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116987934412013040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116987934412013040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116987934412013040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/get-well-soon-queen-samantha.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116954620437129882</id><published>2007-01-23T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:56:44.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very very interesting journal is about how I spent 5 days doing Ctrl-C, Ctrl-V continuously for more than 1000 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that dear Samantha is in the same Chem remedial as her dearest 'friend'. Haha. So coincidental. OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's band tomorrow and testing and she said test the sec4s who didnt go to Japan. So in my section. so HI! It's only ME. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we spent like the first period of geog laughing at TH words. The people around me. Kellyn, Divya. So much for maTH, THat, THese, THree!, THorn. To pronounce it really properly, your tongue has to like stick out and in, OUT and IN, OUT and IN, OUT and IN, OUT and IN, OUT and IN, OUT and IN, OUT and IN, OUT and IN.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics CA was so weird and horrible. You know like having a piece of cheese lying on your tv, having an watermelon hanging from the tree and having a lizard tail sticking out of your nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;Well, no wonder Ms Johara said that she's sure 4/1 will fail. Sigh... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's your favourite teacher= You will listen in class.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;If it's her favourite and some teacher who she always screams JOJO= She never listen in class.&lt;br /&gt;How funny can Samantha be... (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart says we've got something real&lt;br /&gt;Can I trust the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart's been fooled before&lt;br /&gt;Am I just seeing what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;Or is it true, could you really be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116954620437129882?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116954620437129882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116954620437129882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116954620437129882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116954620437129882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116921791641063762</id><published>2007-01-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:45:16.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;This will make someone so excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for tuition today and just when I was just about to enter the lift. I saw like Stephanie Ching and Camelia come out of the lift. Think they went for tuition somewhere upstairs? Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116921791641063762?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116921791641063762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116921791641063762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116921791641063762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116921791641063762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-will-make-someone-so-excited-i.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116921771012505835</id><published>2007-01-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:41:50.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sam gave me 2 out of 50 packets of her Bee Bee Snack today. And I bought the famous $1.75 natural 'unbearable' sour sweets today which were gone in less than a few minutes. (: But it's alright. I think I find joy in sharing sweets. Weird. But still... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE yesterday was so so fun! And I felt slightly 'enriched' being able to PLAY what I like to PLAY. It's so much more fun to play THIS than to play THAT. (= Eleanor fell yesterday when she and Kellyn just banged into one another and I was just 2m away from them and was quite shocked. Eleanor just slumped down to the ground and she was like:"pain pain!" and she had this huge red patch on her left knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor and I were looking at the results of the motor skills test the sec1s had. She was like saying if only we could have that test during our year cause it's hard to believe she's not suited for any sports cca. But come to think of it, I want to regret but probably not too cause I realise though I am unhappy, I'm still very lucky. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. Fingers hurt and arms hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder, why people don't realise what others have done for them. how much effort others put in order to make them happy. sometimes we just dont get in return what we deserve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116921771012505835?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116921771012505835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116921771012505835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116921771012505835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116921771012505835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/sam-gave-me-2-out-of-50-packets-of-her.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116859380705606032</id><published>2007-01-12T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:23:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Samantha!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to _!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Elizabeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116859380705606032?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116859380705606032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116859380705606032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116859380705606032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116859380705606032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-late.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116858944115100035</id><published>2007-01-12T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:48:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Bo Ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The present you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Opening Song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;by Cheoeum Geu Jari-e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;geudae jeeguhm nehgahsoom-eh doohluhwah sahrang-uhl mal hago eejyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Come now inside my heart, You're telling me about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kkoom-ee ahneegee-ruhl nah-neun gee-doh-haebwah-yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I pray that this isn't a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;neh maum-ee jjakoo geudaerahn sarahm noh-jee-malrago hahneh-yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My heart keeps telling me that i shouldn't let go of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yohkshi-meul neh-rah-myuh bah-boh-kahteun mahl-eul hahneh-yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And that i should be greedy... it's saying stuff that's stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ooh-yun-hee dahgah-ohn geudae sahrang-ee whenjee nah-suhl-jee ahnhah-jyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Your love that came accidentally.. it wasn't strange at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hajeemahn yahksohk-dwen inn-yun-ee gee-eh sahrahng-ee dehl joohl mohl-raht-jyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But I didn't know that our promised relationship would become love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 100, 0);"&gt;j&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ohkoom hoo-myun geudae boh-neh-yah hahl-tendeh geuruhl jahshinee uhp-jyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sometime later, I have to send you away.. but I don't have the confidence to do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nah hoh-llo ee-don't geu-jahree-ruhl chajah ee-jeh doh-ah gahl poon-indae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You found the place that I was alone at... Now you're gonna go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dang-yun-han ill-in-dae wheh mahm-ee ah-poo-jyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I knew it was going to happen, but why does my heart hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;geu-dae wuhn-ha-dtun sahrang-eul cha-ja eejae dohlahkal bboon-in-deh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 100, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Now you're gonna go back to your place because you found the love you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;haengbok-han geudae-ruhl oosoo-myuh boh-neh-yah hahl-ten-dae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I have to send you, a happy/bliss person, away with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;neh noon-eul boh-myuh sarang-eul mahl-hah-jyo soo-chyuh-gahn sahrang-ee-jee-mahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 100, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You tell me about love while looking into my eyes, but it's a lightly passing by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ee soon-gan nah-neun nuh-moo haengbok-hae-yo mahchi koom-eul koon gutd-chuhrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I'm so happy right now, it's like I'm dreaming a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ee-jaeh-ya&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;h ahlrahsuhyo chuhoom-bootuh oo-rihn sahrang-hae-suh-dahneun guhl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Now you know that from the beginning we were in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nah hoh-llo ee-don't geu-jahree-ruhl chahjah ee-jeh dohl-ah-gal bboon-een deh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You found the place that I was alone at... Now you're gonna go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dangyun-hahn ill-iin deh whe mahm-ee ah-poo-jyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I knew it was going to happen, but why does my heart hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;geudae wuhn-hah-dtun sahrang-eul chaja ee-jae dohrah gal bbon-eendeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Now you're gonna go back to your place because you found the love you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;haengbok-han geudae-reul ooh-soo-myuh bohnehyah haltendae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I need to send you, a happy/bliss person, away with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Neh-geh sarang-eul joomyun ahndeh-na-yo, geu-dae jungmal ahndae-nayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Can't you give me your love, Can you really not/Is it Impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ee-jeh-nun geudae-reul ee-toh-rohk sarahng-ha-neun-deh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But now I love you so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear this in the stickam player under the first heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116858944115100035?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116858944115100035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116858944115100035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116858944115100035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116858944115100035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/lee-bo-ram-present-you-opening-songby.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116806878620822997</id><published>2007-01-06T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:06:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't help but post today because today is my most wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway I spent the first 3 days of school having fun and getting to know new teachers. Well, some are a little weird but some are really nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English- Mr John Levin&lt;br /&gt;Emaths- Mrs Gladys Hoy&lt;br /&gt;Amaths- Ms Lui&lt;br /&gt;Physics- Ms Johara&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry- Ms Ho&lt;br /&gt;SS- Miss Irene Wong Hwee Ling&lt;br /&gt;Geog- Mrs Thong&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- Ling Lao Shi&lt;br /&gt;Econs- Mdm Goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Yesterday was really a quite fun day at ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group members were Regina, Natalie, Liu Bing, Sherry, Divya, Jiaying, Samantha. Great team members. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures I 'stole' from Eleanor's blog. Thank You Eleanor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/814779/PINIC%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/400/213548/PINIC%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/512470/PINIC%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/400/265005/PINIC%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the countdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to Sam's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;24 more days to my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to Amaths and English CA '!' :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just found out that Regina reads my blog. Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hi Regina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116806878620822997?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116806878620822997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116806878620822997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116806878620822997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116806878620822997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-help-but-post-today-because.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116773921283199189</id><published>2007-01-02T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:00:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's gonna be the first day of school! Of Sec4. Nothing much to be excited about but it's really going to be great getting to see all the friends I've missed during the holidays. Hopefully we can all sit together! Nothing beats having more fun in a year that's going to be tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be posting less because the rule: The computer can only be used on fridays and saturdays unless it's for school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Anyway I haven't written the journal thingy for the job attachment. Rack our brains and think of what happened exactly more than 1 month ago. 20-27th of november. Other than that, my homework is all in little bits and pieces. Haven't completed some homework but no worries cause I think like there will sure be some people who haven't completed it too! Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all these school type of stuffs, I really can't wait for a few days more. Just a few days more when my most wonderful day can come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown! (not to 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a few&lt;/span&gt; more days to the most wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; more days to Samantha's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; more days to School reopening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt; more days to my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116773921283199189?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116773921283199189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116773921283199189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116773921283199189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116773921283199189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/tomorrows-gonna-be-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116762123795643829</id><published>2007-01-02T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:18:15.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Night at the Musuem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Larry Daley is a divorced parent who always felt he's been destined for something big. Daley accepts a seemingly menial job as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graveyard_shift" title="Graveyard shift"&gt;graveyard shift&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Security_guard" title="Security guard"&gt;security guard&lt;/a&gt; at the struggling natural history museum, to replace three retiring &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Security_guard" title="Security guard"&gt;night watchmen&lt;/a&gt;: Cecil Fredericks, Gus, and Reginald. On the first night, the watchmen give Larry a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Owners_manual" title="Owners manual"&gt;instruction manual&lt;/a&gt;, telling him to read everything in the manual and do them quickly and in order. They also tell him not to let anything in or out of the museum.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Larry ignores their advice and falls asleep at the main desk. He wakes up see the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrannosaurus" title="Tyrannosaurus"&gt;Tyrannosaurus&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skeleton" title="Skeleton"&gt;skeleton&lt;/a&gt; not on its stand, but drinking from a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_fountain#Other_meanings" title="Water fountain"&gt;water fountain&lt;/a&gt;. Hiding under the main desk, Larry reads the top line of the instruction manual: "Throw the bone." The dinosaur simply wants to play &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fetch_%28game%29" title="Fetch (game)"&gt;fetch&lt;/a&gt; with one of its own bones.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="thumb tleft"&gt; &lt;div class="thumbinner" style="width: 277px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Benstillertrex.jpg" class="internal" title="Enlarge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://en.wikipedia.org/skins-1.5/common/images/magnify-clip.png" alt="" height="11" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="thumbcaption"&gt; Larry Daley being chased by a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrannosaurus" title="Tyrannosaurus"&gt;Tyrannosaurus&lt;/a&gt; skeleton.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Larry looks around to find many other things are also leaving their exhibits now. The second line in the manual is "Lock up the lions or they will eat you." He goes to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Africa" title="Africa"&gt;Africa&lt;/a&gt; exhibit to lock up the lions, Dexter, the monkey, has stolen Larry's keys. Larry tries to get the monkey to give him the keys, but instead, Dexter &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bite" title="Bite"&gt;bites&lt;/a&gt; him on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nose" title="Nose"&gt;nose&lt;/a&gt;, and tears up the instruction manual.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Larry quickly finds the only person he can speak to is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theodore_Roosevelt" title="Theodore Roosevelt"&gt;Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/a&gt;, to whom the museum is dedicated. Theodore helps Larry restore order. Teddy also explains that the museum comes to life because of an ancient &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernatural" title="Supernatural"&gt;supernatural&lt;/a&gt; Egyptian tablet. If any of the exhibits are outside the museum when the sun rises, they will turn to dust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Museum_director" title="Museum director"&gt;museum director&lt;/a&gt; Dr. McPhee finds &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octavian" title="Octavian"&gt;Octavian&lt;/a&gt; locked up in the miniature &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pillory" title="Pillory"&gt;pillory&lt;/a&gt; with the Wild West men. He decides to give Larry one more chance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To help Larry since since there's no duplicate of the destroyed manual, Cecil Fredericks suggests Larry study up on his history and learn about the exhibits.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That night, Larry comes to work armed with a plan. This includes fake keys for Dexter, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubblegum" title="Bubblegum"&gt;gum&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moai" title="Moai"&gt;Easter Island Head&lt;/a&gt;, fire for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neanderthals" title="Neanderthals"&gt;Neanderthals&lt;/a&gt;, and magic tricks to entertain &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attila_the_Hun" title="Attila the Hun"&gt;Attila the Hun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His plan fails. Dexter gets Larry's keys,Attila the Hun spies a flaw in one of Larry's tricks and tries to tear him apart, and the Neanderthals' fire gets out of control. Larry puts it out with a nearby &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_extinguisher" title="Fire extinguisher"&gt;fire extinguisher&lt;/a&gt;, while Dexter opens a window, which one of the Neanderthals manages to climb out of. It turns to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dust" title="Dust"&gt;dust&lt;/a&gt; when the sun rises and is swept up by a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_sweeper" title="Street sweeper"&gt;street sweeper&lt;/a&gt;. Theodore helps him restore order.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dr. McPhee fires Larry for the damage done to the Neanderthal exhibit, but is persuaded into giving Larry one more night. Larry discovers that Rebecca the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Docent" title="Docent"&gt;docent&lt;/a&gt; is writing a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thesis" title="Thesis"&gt;dissertation&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sacagawea" title="Sacagawea"&gt;Sacagawea&lt;/a&gt;. She has &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Writers_block" title="Writers block"&gt;writers block&lt;/a&gt; and he tries to explain that she could speak to Sacagawea, but she thinks he is mocking her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Larry brings his son, Nick, along to show him all the amazing things that occur during Larry's shift. However that night, none of the exhibits come to life, as the former night guards stole the Egyptian tablet and many other valuables in an attempt to get back at the museum for firing them. The guards found that the tablet rejuvenated their youth during night, along with bringing life to the animals. The guards, planning to frame Larry for their crime, lock Larry and Nick in Ahkmenrah's exhibit, but not before Nick fixes a misplaced part of the tablet, bringing the exhibits to life again. Larry opens up the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarcophagus" title="Sarcophagus"&gt;sarcophagus&lt;/a&gt;. Akhmenrah (who speaks fluent &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_language" title="English language"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt; after being exhibited at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University_of_Cambridge" title="University of Cambridge"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/a&gt;) agrees to help Larry and Nick rescue the tablet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They managing to befriend Attila the Hun with the help of Ahkmenrah. Larry finds all the inhabitants busy fighting each other and making a mess of the museum lobby. He restores order by explaining that the tablet is what brings them to life and it if is stolen, they cannot live. Gus and Reginald are caught but Cecil escapes on stagecoach. Sacagawea helps them track Cecil, and Roosevelt finally gets his chance to speak to Sacagawea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Larry on Roosevelt's horse (named Texas); Jedediah (the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowboy" title="Cowboy"&gt;cowboy&lt;/a&gt; leader) and Octavius in a remote control &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hummer" title="Hummer"&gt;Hummer&lt;/a&gt;; and the T-Rex chase Cecil. Larry yells the word 'Dakota' and the horses stop. The Mongols escort Cecil back to the museum. Akhmenrah helps Larry gets all the inhabitants back to the museum.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Larry gives a call to Rebbecca who comes over just in time to witness the spectacle. She immediately becomes a believer and begins to converse with Roosevelt and Sacagawea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The museum is a huge mess. Larry, Rebecca and Nick manage to clean the museum; however, Larry is fired by Dr. McPhee because of various news video clips about the things that went on that night, such T-Rex footprints around &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Park" title="Central Park"&gt;Central Park&lt;/a&gt;. When the museum director leaves his office and finds it full of visitors who are curious about the recent news stories, Larry gets his job back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That night, there is a party at the museum. Larry decides not to turn in the guards as long as they agree to clean up the museum each morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116762123795643829?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116762123795643829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116762123795643829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116762123795643829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116762123795643829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/night-at-musuem-larry-daley-is.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116763517685668923</id><published>2007-01-02T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:00:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just heard Samantha Jade's step up song on Channel [V]. It's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFxJ2FAfQxM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uFxJ2FAfQxM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116763517685668923?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116763517685668923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116763517685668923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116763517685668923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116763517685668923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-heard-samantha-jades-step-up.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116763486442536160</id><published>2007-01-01T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:20:41.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my skin. Because the posting part is slightly wider. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116763486442536160?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116763486442536160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116763486442536160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116763486442536160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116763486442536160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2007/01/changed-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116744638806399578</id><published>2006-12-31T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:07:19.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116744638806399578?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116744638806399578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116744638806399578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116744638806399578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116744638806399578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-li-qin-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116744615502659114</id><published>2006-12-31T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T10:40:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This Christmas was a budget Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my Chinese New Year blouse! It's not red. Haha. I chose it and my aunts say it's the easiest cause they didn't need to look. I just found. (: New pair of shorts and a new kipling bag. And 20 bucks. New set of towels from my dad with a horse on each of them! So cute okay! Lol. Last year it was teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas lunch at Meritus Negara Hotel was YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. My brother created his annual Christmas dinner face again with wasted food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your Christmas cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor&lt;br /&gt;Sherman&lt;br /&gt;Gwyneth&lt;br /&gt;Kellyn&lt;br /&gt;Flora&lt;br /&gt;Liu bing&lt;br /&gt;Daphne&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Qi&lt;br /&gt;Joan&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;Violet&lt;br /&gt;Vylvianne&lt;br /&gt;Lena&lt;br /&gt;Lemuel&lt;br /&gt;Yan Da&lt;br /&gt;Isabella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care Uncle Soo Hock and have a good trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116744615502659114?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116744615502659114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116744615502659114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116744615502659114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116744615502659114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-christmas-was-budget-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116747589994444227</id><published>2006-12-30T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T18:51:39.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to eat pizza from pizza hut. just a simple hawaiian one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johan has gone to play xbox now my kor kor shane. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why a sore throat on this wonderful day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;6th january will be my favourite day (:&lt;br /&gt;haha. in case samantha scolds me. 9th january will also be my favourite day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116747589994444227?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116747589994444227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116747589994444227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116747589994444227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116747589994444227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-eat-pizza-from-pizza-hut.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116705133434818683</id><published>2006-12-25T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:55:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/615201/Australia%20pictures%20178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/337604/Australia%20pictures%20178.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguin at Featherdale Wildlife Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/396738/Australia%20pictures%20138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/204375/Australia%20pictures%20138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kangaroo! Someone dumped their passport there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/555130/Australia%20pictures%20168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/229615/Australia%20pictures%20168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kangaroo. Can you see the black bits nearby? Guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/379320/Australia%20pictures%20157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/151365/Australia%20pictures%20157.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koala hiding behind the branches at Featherdale Wildlife Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/675215/Australia%20pictures%20183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/813270/Australia%20pictures%20183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasmanian Devil. Oh my you should see how fast it runs. I think it was like mad or something cause it kept running all in circles in the enclosure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/110503/Australia%20pictures%20132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/360007/Australia%20pictures%20132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/304832/Australia%20pictures%20164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/764251/Australia%20pictures%20164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up of Koala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/231826/Australia%20pictures%20179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/510431/Australia%20pictures%20179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of the cute penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/281395/Australia%20pictures%20175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/567878/Australia%20pictures%20175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMBAT!!!! WEET WEET WEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/175633/Australia%20pictures%20150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/543225/Australia%20pictures%20150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koala! BIG EYES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116705133434818683?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116705133434818683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116705133434818683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116705133434818683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116705133434818683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/12/penguin-at-featherdale-wildlife-park.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116642892472193414</id><published>2006-12-18T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T16:02:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/159560/Australia%20pictures%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/937601/Australia%20pictures%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the bus. 'David Jones' departmental store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/647451/Australia%20pictures%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/488421/Australia%20pictures%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the bus. Market Street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/767425/Australia%20pictures%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/25138/Australia%20pictures%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the bus. Queen Victoria Statue outside Queen Victoria Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/221075/Australia%20pictures%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/332993/Australia%20pictures%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/465786/Australia%20pictures%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/676492/Australia%20pictures%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woolworths. Something like their NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/423894/Australia%20pictures%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/157859/Australia%20pictures%20046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondi Beach Sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/983608/Australia%20pictures%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/838853/Australia%20pictures%20049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand with footprints on Bondi Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/698521/Australia%20pictures%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/578423/Australia%20pictures%20056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Saving Club at Bondi Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/705880/Australia%20pictures%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/429161/Australia%20pictures%20040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondi Beach. Western.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/264918/Australia%20pictures%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/269014/Australia%20pictures%20058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfish Cafe at Bondi Beach. Sells lots of burgers, sandwiches, cookies, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/812769/Australia%20pictures%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/406243/Australia%20pictures%20045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondi Beach. Western.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/961693/Australia%20pictures%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/858333/Australia%20pictures%20041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondi Beach. Eastern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/549362/Australia%20pictures%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/169137/Australia%20pictures%20062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the Queen Victoria Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures to be uploaded. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116642892472193414?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116642892472193414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116642892472193414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116642892472193414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116642892472193414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/12/taken-from-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116617683235107132</id><published>2006-12-15T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:00:32.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not fair! Today is VJ's Not so silent night concert! And I didn't know about it! I want to go! Not fair! I didn't know until R asked me. Sheesh! Not fair. Why can't I go too! Boo, I've got tuition tonight. I'm gonna miss Sam and Eleanor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is cell outing at East Coast! Yippeeeeeee! I've sent my Christmas cards today! Giving cell cards tmr, maybe... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116617683235107132?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116617683235107132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116617683235107132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116617683235107132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116617683235107132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-fair-today-is-vjs-not-so-silent.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116617640458003504</id><published>2006-12-15T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:04:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent 6 days at Sydney, Australia with my aunts, mum, cousin and bro. One word to describe it, TIRING. One expression to describe it, SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was very funny! We arrived at the hotel on George Street around 9plus in the morning (Aust time) after our plane arrived at around 8am (Aust Time). Boarded the plane at around 8plus (Singapore time). 7h flight and it was quite nice. My bro is still laughing at the trainee stewardess, Yuko. This Jap stewardess which was new and she couldn't really pronounce English words properly. So when she asked whether he wanted chicken or fish. It sounded like:" Chicky or fish?" Then he imitated her right in front of her and I think she heard it. :( Poor stewardess, she was so nice somemore. She kept smiling and smiling and smiling and she's like super pretty. The flight was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up waiting to check in into the hotel rooms and I was so angry because we had to wait from 9plus all the way to 12 plus and they still didn't give us a room! My bro slept at the lobby like for 2-3hrs straight. While my cousin and aunts went to find the place that we were supposed to meet for the afternoon city tour. We went to Market City to eat lunch when we returned, we only got 1 room out of 3. Then, we were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ran and ran and ran all the way from George Street to Darling Harbour to find that office we were supposed to meet. I think it was super embarrassing because seeing 7 people run past you the first person being at least 70m away from the last person was funny. When we got there we were like wet dogs. The city tour was alright... so so. Our guide cum driver was GARY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Second day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was okay though the quality of the food was bad. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Scrambled eggs, Bacon, Sausage, Bee Hoon, Spaghetti, Baked Beans, Tomato, Porridge, Plain bread, Raison bread, Wholemeal bread, Apple Juice, Orange Juice, Coffee, Tea, 4 different types of cereal, Milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect their spaghetti, and western stuffs to be good. But, they were just disappointing. I wanted to cry. Because we ate this same food for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 breakfasts&lt;/span&gt; straight. Being kiasu Singaporeans, for the next 2 days, we went down to breakfast being the first ones at 6.30am (Aust Time) which is like 3.30am (S'pore Time). So I woke up at 5.30am (Aust Time). Then for the following 3 days we went down at  7.45am instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sand Dunes and Bondi Beach tour today! Sand boarding is super fun! It was just so hard to come up after going down the steep slopes. The sand was so fine and we had to step into other people's footsteps like rock climbing using our boards like hiking up a hill. It was so tiring I almost died. So I only went twice. My brother went like 4 times! Jie Jie went thrice, I think. I rather not go down, cause have to climb up. Sigh. But it was fun. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;The guide who was about 20 years old was super hot, ELEANOR! &lt;/span&gt;He drove this mini bus fitted on ultra big wheels! I think that bus is like modified or something. We went bumping up and down the sand and it was better that a roller coaster. Haha. WEET WEET! Then we went to see the sea. The waves were very very very nice! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could say this was the 2nd best tour. (= Our guide was Gary again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Third day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Blue Mountains! &lt;/span&gt;We went to get stuffs from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Store&lt;/span&gt;! So much nougats and sweets and sweets and more sweets! Ah! It made me go mad! With the variety PLUS the price. Sheesh. The price was so x! Our guide was Malcolm. Oh my, his voice is so nice! Like a lullaby. Can put people to sleep! But cannot blame him, the trip there was like 3hours! And the trip back was 3hours too! And he told us the story of the 3 sisters. The 3 big mountains! The story is super cool! Then he was like:" Storytime, by Uncle Malcolm." in his lullaby voice. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;SO CALMING SO RELAXING&lt;/span&gt;!! AHHH... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whole day tour. While on the roads, all there was, was like sandstone, trees, trees, grass, road, sandstone, trees, trees, grass, road, sandstone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;trees, trees, &lt;/span&gt;grass, road, sandstone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;trees, trees,&lt;/span&gt; grass, road, sandstone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;trees, trees, &lt;/span&gt;grass, road, sandstone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;trees, trees,&lt;/span&gt; grass, road, sandstone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;trees, trees,&lt;/span&gt; grass, road, sandstone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;trees, trees, &lt;/span&gt;grass, road, sandstone,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; trees, trees,&lt;/span&gt; grass, road, sandstone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;trees, trees,&lt;/span&gt; grass, road, sandstone,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; trees, trees&lt;/span&gt;, grass, road, sandstone, t&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;rees, trees,&lt;/span&gt; grass, road, sandstone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;trees, trees, &lt;/span&gt;grass, road, sandstone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;trees, trees, &lt;/span&gt;grass, road,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to scenic world where we got to sit the cable way, boardwalk, and skyway. Nice! Ate lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some landmarks and Malcolm was talking about it. But sadly, have the time, maybe he didn't notice or he was used to it. That the people on the bus were SLEEPING. And who was he talking to?? The windows of the bus, the doors of the bus, the toilet on the bus, the wheels of the bus that goes round and round, round and round, round and round. Poor thing. We couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue mountain tour was super nice! We went on a heritage walk where we could see lots of gum trees and see the remains of a bush fire that happened 2 weeks ago. BOY, the smell was so stinky and it smelled &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;TERRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;! Like burn smell PLUS this weird PUKING smell. Ew. My aunts were heritage-ing all around. HAHA. It was so funny! Heritage=Take pictures of the same trees, trees, environment, people, trees, trees, grass, plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to Featherdale Wildlife Park later and I got my Kangaroo soft toy for $3.50 (Aust). Quite ex. But I tried to get the cheapest.... (: (: I saw my favourite WOMBAT! And lots of other animals. We had this passport and we had to stamp it with the animals picture when we reached the station. We got close up to koalas who were like sleeping and that place really smelled. Kangaroos were just lying everywhere just next to your feet and that whole area was filled with kangaroo shit. And we had to be careful not to step on it. Oh my, just what do they give their dearest kangaroos to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Chinatown today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fourth day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy's Market today! Lots of stuff! Bought lots of NUTS! Like peanuts, cashews, YAOSONG! (:&lt;br /&gt;We went to Darling Harbour then to Sydney Fish Market today. The food was very very nice! Then later, to The Rocks which was SUPER FAR! We had to walk along George Street for very very very long! Then we 'realised' we could have taken a bus or a monorail?!?!?!?!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rocks market was super nice! And we reached there around 4 only and the market ended at 5pm. We bought a lazy susie! For popo! It was like $158 and we bargained to $120. Haha. Super nice, it's that turning turning thing on the restaurant tables. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Posting pictures up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116617640458003504?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116617640458003504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116617640458003504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116617640458003504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116617640458003504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/12/spent-6-days-at-sydney-australia-with.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116598532769008822</id><published>2006-12-13T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:48:47.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/423262/13-12-06_1105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/255312/13-12-06_1105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koala from the PuppetShop at The Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/73135/13-12-06_1108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/914380/13-12-06_1108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroo from Featherdale Wildlife Park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116598532769008822?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116598532769008822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116598532769008822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116598532769008822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116598532769008822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/12/koala-from-puppetshop-at-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116598398316598142</id><published>2006-12-13T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:26:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YHA Central= Wai Hai Chye Central! Haha. Sounds so cheena! That's Uncle Malcolm's slang! (: Storytelling by Uncle Malcolm was nice! He's our tour guide cum bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff happened within 6 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOMBATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;a burrowin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/1600/686158/2826428020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3284/358/320/971006/2826428020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;g plant-eating Australian marsupial which resembles a small bear with short legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116598398316598142?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116598398316598142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116598398316598142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116598398316598142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116598398316598142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/12/yha-central-wai-hai-chye-central-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116486597671602857</id><published>2006-11-30T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:57:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Daniel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Mabel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to hand in the proposal of the places we're gonna visit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was singing K last night at 11plus because I shared my bedroom with him cause my grandfather was here. OH MY, HE IS SO CUTE and was like singing with his funny voice for 20min or so while listening with his new double sided earpiece fr challenger. We were discussing abt the flu jab he had and was it like more pain den last year or something. And how I exercise and swing my arms so that there won't be any pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was just doing dumbells while listening to his entertainment. He also hit his new vball in the air den I was like wow cos he could do it so many times. While thinking that we used to just hit 10 den can put a tick next to our name during the earlier part of PE this year. At vball training, no one does less than 100 times. Sheesh. Why did we get so excited over 10 times in hitting it in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for spring cleaning for band today because I know it's nonsensical. I'm allergic to dust mites and there I go offer myself to a large family of them over there. I didn't even know until Isabella messaged me and ask me if I was going for band tmr den I was like HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the last episode of My Girl the korean drama last night. Was quite clueless until my mum told me the whole story. Because I only watched the first episode and nothing else. Who could be more wow to watch finish 16 episodes and complete the whole series of My Girl in just 3 nights 2 days. Sunday night, Monday day, Monday night, Tuesday day, Tuesday night. Ya, correct. My aunt is stuck with goong and all the songs and she came over yesterday to pass me a whole lot of songs from that show. Haha. And my mum wanted it all in her phone. Heh Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116486597671602857?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116486597671602857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116486597671602857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116486597671602857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116486597671602857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-daniel-happy-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37814680.post-116471421089001414</id><published>2006-11-28T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:43:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37814680-116471421089001414?l=spishgj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/feeds/116471421089001414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37814680&amp;postID=116471421089001414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116471421089001414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37814680/posts/default/116471421089001414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spishgj.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>YandaCarol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07553875953029477844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
