<?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-12565611</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:44:38.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zilch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2524086373564970735</id><published>2008-12-24T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:48:51.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec Holiday 2008(10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;DAY ELEVEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay salzburg! Mozart's birthplace and this was where they filmed Sound of Music. Sadly, the town has become rather commercialised so it lost a little of its natural beauty. There were alot of Mozart stuff and stalls there. I bought Mary-Anne's souvenir from there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExdPk6PCI/AAAAAAAAAio/A7TJs1_7a7Q/s1600-h/Europe_20081214113036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283058216349613090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExdPk6PCI/AAAAAAAAAio/A7TJs1_7a7Q/s320/Europe_20081214113036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExcgDczNI/AAAAAAAAAig/beryxMWayic/s1600-h/Europe_20081214103234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283058203592805586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExcgDczNI/AAAAAAAAAig/beryxMWayic/s320/Europe_20081214103234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExcDeJeOI/AAAAAAAAAiY/KMDikaX6bew/s1600-h/Europe_20081214100541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283058195920156898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExcDeJeOI/AAAAAAAAAiY/KMDikaX6bew/s320/Europe_20081214100541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, my brother is the king of pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExbrxQCgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NkVVqPFFgDY/s1600-h/Europe_20081214100319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283058189557828098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExbrxQCgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NkVVqPFFgDY/s320/Europe_20081214100319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExbeWRv5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/cyuT0bZzboo/s1600-h/Europe_20081214100101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283058185955032978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExbeWRv5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/cyuT0bZzboo/s320/Europe_20081214100101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEyOqBRYFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/rx8b-8qlMtQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081214122629_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283059065261482066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEyOqBRYFI/AAAAAAAAAjI/rx8b-8qlMtQ/s320/Europe_20081214122629_01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEyOD5Lr4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/a0UbhBrqkto/s1600-h/Europe_20081214121048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283059055027007362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEyOD5Lr4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/a0UbhBrqkto/s320/Europe_20081214121048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEyNkvlwPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kUsayjGYaLM/s1600-h/Europe_20081214120955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283059046665273586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEyNkvlwPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kUsayjGYaLM/s320/Europe_20081214120955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The statue is holding a violin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEyNAH7rnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4fQwuWSShWk/s1600-h/Europe_20081214120934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283059036835262066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEyNAH7rnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4fQwuWSShWk/s320/Europe_20081214120934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After we left salzburg, we took a whole day drive to koln, Germany. We spent the night there at the ibis hotel (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2524086373564970735?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2524086373564970735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2524086373564970735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2524086373564970735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2524086373564970735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-holiday-200810.html' title='Dec Holiday 2008(10)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVExdPk6PCI/AAAAAAAAAio/A7TJs1_7a7Q/s72-c/Europe_20081214113036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-3856678010300195356</id><published>2008-12-24T02:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:39:06.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec Holiday 2008 (9)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY TEN &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jetlagging very very badly. I cannot sleep and I take my lunch at 4pm, dinner at 10pm and breakfast at 11am. So day ten! We had continental breakfast at the hotel and set off towards neuschwenstein. In case you're wondering why it sounds so familiar, this is the castle that inspired Disneyland so yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, the lanes were covered with horse shit. Yes, it stank to high heaven. My grandparents took the horse carriage since it was a really steep climb up to the castle. Did you know King Ludwig built this castle in honour of Wagner? He loved his operas. So the whole place had alot of decor that were related to the operas. The opera theatre is brilliant as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEsywLA8qI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_9detH1v-K0/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283053088318485154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEsywLA8qI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_9detH1v-K0/s320/Europe_20081222011134_480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3 hour car ride can get very very boring yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEugQmD_PI/AAAAAAAAAho/KY9bxoVtJ9Y/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283054969627606258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEugQmD_PI/AAAAAAAAAho/KY9bxoVtJ9Y/s320/Europe_20081222011134_481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of those little streams which did not freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEufKohFhI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pVf5zE0tNXE/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283054950847419922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEufKohFhI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pVf5zE0tNXE/s320/Europe_20081222011134_482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful castle. No photography of any form allowed in the castle though so I can't show you the interior. King Ludwig didn't finish building the castle btw, he was deemed mentally unfit to rule and died under suspicious circumstances in a nearby river.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEueulCsNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_pesfzmJCwY/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283054943316652242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEueulCsNI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_pesfzmJCwY/s320/Europe_20081222011134_483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Without the snow, the castle is really quite colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEueZqFP9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/YW4taQrYJH0/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283054937700646866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEueZqFP9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/YW4taQrYJH0/s320/Europe_20081222011134_484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the scenery, don't look at my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEvaU10obI/AAAAAAAAAh4/6BUS9H17Eo8/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283055967199863218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEvaU10obI/AAAAAAAAAh4/6BUS9H17Eo8/s320/Europe_20081222011134_495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oops i forgot to rotate, again. Great angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEvZ8YFYiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/rXXcfJ_ykYw/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283055960632680994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEvZ8YFYiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/rXXcfJ_ykYw/s320/Europe_20081222011134_496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The horse carriage. The horses were damn huge by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEv9KXqpKI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AqqPK7nWvzc/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283056565684446370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEv9KXqpKI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AqqPK7nWvzc/s320/Europe_20081222011134_512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture perfect ending to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at a petrol station stop. I had eine kleine spaghetti carbonara und parmesan. We managed to drive to salzburg where we checked into an ibis hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-3856678010300195356?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/3856678010300195356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=3856678010300195356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3856678010300195356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3856678010300195356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-holiday-2008-9.html' title='Dec Holiday 2008 (9)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVEsywLA8qI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_9detH1v-K0/s72-c/Europe_20081222011134_480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8856346417853073734</id><published>2008-12-23T15:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:52:24.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec Holiday 2008 (8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;DAY NINE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we woke up and had a great breakfast. We left Germany and drove through Switzerland. We stopped at a petrol pump and played with snow at its backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCTz0SZrrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/mM-kQ41u16E/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282884881324027570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCTz0SZrrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/mM-kQ41u16E/s320/Europe_20081222011134_460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right, why is my grandpa attempting to eat the snow!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCTzqp2B1I/AAAAAAAAAew/9OO-j5lzW94/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282884878737999698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCTzqp2B1I/AAAAAAAAAew/9OO-j5lzW94/s320/Europe_20081222011134_458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, its just a blanket of white there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCTzYPtMiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/de96YiluByA/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282884873796530722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCTzYPtMiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/de96YiluByA/s320/Europe_20081222011134_462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha preparing to throw a snowball at my sister!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we dropped over at the sempacher lake to take photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCUwD8MJqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ic0f18fmz0I/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282885916317984418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCUwD8MJqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ic0f18fmz0I/s320/Europe_20081222011134_465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay then we stopped over at another highway stop for my dad to take a break from driving for hours on end. Here in singapore, Marche is some branded super expensive and high class eating place. In Germany, its just a convenience store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCVm1k0R1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/NIhRkenaS5I/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282886857354659666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCVm1k0R1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/NIhRkenaS5I/s320/Europe_20081222011134_467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the Christmas tree, its real by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCVmUAzvYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8c1LNS5wqkQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282886848345259394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCVmUAzvYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8c1LNS5wqkQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, do we have this dustbin in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCVmLQDevI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4UWocTR0yHE/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282886845993286386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCVmLQDevI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4UWocTR0yHE/s320/Europe_20081222011134_469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha the cows in singapore are cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCVl5A758I/AAAAAAAAAfI/yDO45Qnchao/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282886841098037186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCVl5A758I/AAAAAAAAAfI/yDO45Qnchao/s320/Europe_20081222011134_470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks as if this whole place has been imported into singapore aye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we drove to schaan, lieichenstein. We couldn't find a suitable hotel there so we drove again to austria, feldkirch. We found da mario hotel. We had dinner there, they served italian food and it was good! My sister ordered the biggest plate of us all, what a pig. This hotel didn't have individual toilets in each room though. So we all had to bathe in a common bathroom and use a common toilet. I bathed with my sister cause we were both really scared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCYN76FNgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qFrAYL5c6PM/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282889728092616194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCYN76FNgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qFrAYL5c6PM/s320/Europe_20081222011134_472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At least we had a tap in the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCYNhouCKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/hW6s0Np8K5E/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282889721040472226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCYNhouCKI/AAAAAAAAAf4/hW6s0Np8K5E/s320/Europe_20081222011134_473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCYNQksdCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KMruR05q1CQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282889716460188706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCYNQksdCI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KMruR05q1CQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCYMz5pQZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/r9BH375P_uk/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282889708763431314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCYMz5pQZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/r9BH375P_uk/s320/Europe_20081222011134_476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were bored, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8856346417853073734?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8856346417853073734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8856346417853073734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8856346417853073734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8856346417853073734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-holiday-2008-8.html' title='Dec Holiday 2008 (8)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCTz0SZrrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/mM-kQ41u16E/s72-c/Europe_20081222011134_460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-7750266196913294106</id><published>2008-12-23T14:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:24:42.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec Holiday 2008 (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;DAY EIGHT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we woke up in Saarbrucken and had a wunnerful German breakfast. Germany is great, the people here are really nice and NOBODY stares at our yellow jacket. After 2 and a half years of waiting, i've finally got a chance to practise my German only to find out that the people here are just as fluent in English as they are in German. How bilingual. Ha! The french have alot to catch up on, bleh -sticks out tongue at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we drove to Heiderburg where we found the ruined castle, I don't know its name. It was destroyed during the bombings during WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCNloyQ5gI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kyT33XjW4tU/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282878040648508930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCNloyQ5gI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kyT33XjW4tU/s320/Europe_20081222011134_396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure if you can see that the building has collapsed somewhere infront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCNlB1gU4I/AAAAAAAAAco/BY1h_N2Xfg4/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282878030193120130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCNlB1gU4I/AAAAAAAAAco/BY1h_N2Xfg4/s320/Europe_20081222011134_395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay look at the collapsed thingy. Saddening, it was such a beautiful castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO_QbNaTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YELuOfT2TJ8/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282879580297586994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO_QbNaTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YELuOfT2TJ8/s320/Europe_20081222011134_447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha the British like red while the Germans like yellow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO_Gect1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/fI6axn9jFWw/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282879577626818386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO_Gect1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/fI6axn9jFWw/s320/Europe_20081222011134_443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know whats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO-nAGvaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gaENfENpyS0/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282879569178049954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO-nAGvaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/gaENfENpyS0/s320/Europe_20081222011134_438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh look ancient herbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO-PfvErI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HRyQffnPqns/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282879562868265650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO-PfvErI/AAAAAAAAAdA/HRyQffnPqns/s320/Europe_20081222011134_410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up on the castle grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO95O2ykI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nMtx531iRNc/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282879556891888194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCO95O2ykI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nMtx531iRNc/s320/Europe_20081222011134_406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The view from the top, beautiful aye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway after the castle thingy we drove to another town, Karlsruhe. We found hotel Aviva. It's a really new hotel and is actually damn high class. But my mum managed to get a good discount since we are their VERY FIRST customer. wow right? I loved that hotel the most. They provided free nail files! Which I didn't know how to use, but whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCQcp_djwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/O5Zf2eHQ9ek/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282881184888360706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCQcp_djwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/O5Zf2eHQ9ek/s320/Europe_20081222011134_449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two single beds which my brother, sister and I slept on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCQcXYMAYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9O8_Jmp8_i8/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282881179891794306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCQcXYMAYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9O8_Jmp8_i8/s320/Europe_20081222011134_450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCQbw-dVFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OBo1o6dMLWc/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282881169583330386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCQbw-dVFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OBo1o6dMLWc/s320/Europe_20081222011134_451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay I forgot to rotate the picture again. Look! They provided a microwave oven so we can microwave food if we want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we had Macdonalds for dinner again. And then we came back to the hotel while my parents went to drive around in search for a launderette. Here's what you get when the big brother takes too long to bathe and leaves two sisters in the room with a camera whilst they wait for him to get out of the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCRnzZXU1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/4fgKnvo4tpc/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282882475903112018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCRnzZXU1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/4fgKnvo4tpc/s320/Europe_20081222011134_454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with the camera timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCRnFNraJI/AAAAAAAAAeA/0k5_tDAgZ90/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282882463506065554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCRnFNraJI/AAAAAAAAAeA/0k5_tDAgZ90/s320/Europe_20081222011134_453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCRm5KlKLI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2vCGAZM_c24/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282882460271847602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCRm5KlKLI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2vCGAZM_c24/s320/Europe_20081222011134_452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My neck is too long for my head dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-7750266196913294106?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/7750266196913294106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=7750266196913294106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7750266196913294106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7750266196913294106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-holiday-2008-7.html' title='Dec Holiday 2008 (7)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCNloyQ5gI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kyT33XjW4tU/s72-c/Europe_20081222011134_396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-763468220400296043</id><published>2008-12-23T14:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:27:56.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec Holiday 2008 (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;DAY SEVEN &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we woke up in Paris and the hotel didn't provide breakfast. We took the train to the same shopping centre as yesterday where we had chinese food since its cheaper than any other food. The meal amounted to 70euros in total, daylight robbery. What's more, the place was supposed to be for chinese take aways so service was so so and there were barely enough tables for us to sit down and take our meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCAOJHmd5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/AKmGesGeEXw/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282863343359915922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCAOJHmd5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/AKmGesGeEXw/s320/Europe_20081222011134_327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCAn0tn9YI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dnF-o1EAnAA/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282863784558851458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCAn0tn9YI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dnF-o1EAnAA/s320/Europe_20081222011134_328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some baskers in the train station. They sounded really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed straight for the Louvre Museum. I wish we had spent longer there, but we were in a rush for time. We spent about 2hours there, only visiting Mona Lisa and the Egyptian collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCBWSuJXHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/goDu_PwaUtY/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282864582888086642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCBWSuJXHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/goDu_PwaUtY/s320/Europe_20081222011134_336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCBWF_dx9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/VtgS4Aauia0/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282864579471067090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCBWF_dx9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/VtgS4Aauia0/s320/Europe_20081222011134_329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken outside the Louvre Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCCIew4ctI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yGWxeBd3bz4/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282865445114245842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCCIew4ctI/AAAAAAAAAb4/yGWxeBd3bz4/s320/Europe_20081222011134_364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mona Lisa was tinier than I had imagined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCCH6imGuI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7BLTXXJLUPM/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282865435390647010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCCH6imGuI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7BLTXXJLUPM/s320/Europe_20081222011134_362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No flash photography allowed. So I had to make sure I didn't smile too brilliantly, or I'll dazzle everyone else and get accused for flash photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCCHf1dwSI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HZwsaQqWKX8/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282865428222034210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCCHf1dwSI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HZwsaQqWKX8/s320/Europe_20081222011134_351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I didn't understand the signs, and this sign was so tiny I didn't notice it. Which explains why we took half an hour to find Mona Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCDNhW7VaI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AMDWifetJwI/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282866631221663138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCDNhW7VaI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AMDWifetJwI/s320/Europe_20081222011134_370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooooh looook she has his head on a platter, gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCDNIq9VPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NJOQFaSZHeQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282866624594793714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCDNIq9VPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NJOQFaSZHeQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCEKXB1zpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HTIlsLuvPmQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282867676420886162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCEKXB1zpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HTIlsLuvPmQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darn I forgot to rotate the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCEJ8JY1II/AAAAAAAAAcY/3qb93h7aXPA/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282867669204784258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCEJ8JY1II/AAAAAAAAAcY/3qb93h7aXPA/s320/Europe_20081222011134_377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like the statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCEJnUt8zI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nqRAi3U1jvE/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282867663615161138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCEJnUt8zI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nqRAi3U1jvE/s320/Europe_20081222011134_374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like Egyptian mummies :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally my family decided to get out of stupid France and we drove to Germany. I got a huge headache on the way there and threw up after dinner. We managed to check into Meran hotel where we stayed for pretty reasonable rates. The hotel had a really cool lift which had a manual door. It's one of those old fashioned lifts. Damn cool. I'll upload the video of it next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-763468220400296043?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/763468220400296043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=763468220400296043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/763468220400296043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/763468220400296043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-holiday-2008-6.html' title='Dec Holiday 2008 (6)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVCAOJHmd5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/AKmGesGeEXw/s72-c/Europe_20081222011134_327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-9134733965282177970</id><published>2008-12-23T13:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:03:26.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec Holiday 2008 (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;DAY SIX&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay okay so we woke up in our van with cramped legs and all freezing since the temperature was -2 degrees celcius and we couldn't on the engine when we were sleeping. Drove around just outside the city centre to look for an affordable hotel. Alas, at 10am, we checked into ibis hotel where at least the receptionist could speak english (or was willing to speak english, most are too proud of their own language to do so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dumped our luggages and set off towards the nearby train station (it was a really long walk in the blistering cold) Bought train tickets which cost a bomb again. If I'm not wrong they cost us 35 euros in total? That's S$70, gosh. So we took the train to some sort of shopping centre and had macdonalds for lunch. Well, it was the only affordable thing there! And even so, lunch cost us 30 euros (S$60), it hurts to even think about it ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB3RtsQN6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/PpKYcw2c26E/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282853509112280994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB3RtsQN6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/PpKYcw2c26E/s320/Europe_20081222011134_272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor dad, he was exhuasted. After all, he drove till 2am at night and couldn't even catch a wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB3RJdmdDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IgsVr8ggw80/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282853499387147314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB3RJdmdDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IgsVr8ggw80/s320/Europe_20081222011134_270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view out of the train window. Their train is double decker by the way, pretty cool but awfully dirty. And it's not just because I hate France right now, it was really dirty. The corners of the cabin had cigarette stubs, sweet wrappers, and I even thought I saw a discarded tampon once eew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4jIIXbCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tazZiRbxjgE/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282854907778919458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4jIIXbCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/tazZiRbxjgE/s320/Europe_20081222011134_283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was what I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4i_lmiMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/f4BCdJW8KKE/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282854905485625538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4i_lmiMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/f4BCdJW8KKE/s320/Europe_20081222011134_279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a Macdonald product that is only available in France. It's called the Le M'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4iQ2Oy_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/9BjbkiWAWvQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282854892938906610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4iQ2Oy_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/9BjbkiWAWvQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4iNg3m9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/eDA-4MHQNQo/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282854892044000210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4iNg3m9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/eDA-4MHQNQo/s320/Europe_20081222011134_277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh their big mac loooks the same as ours, no surprise there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4h23w7YI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QBhfo7BohpI/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282854885966015874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB4h23w7YI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QBhfo7BohpI/s320/Europe_20081222011134_276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister is a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after macdonalds, we walked around outside the shopping centre abit, we took photos with a building which we thought was notre dame but then we found out it was not after we left the area -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB52-avzUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CY3hqsJn788/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282856348280671554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB52-avzUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/CY3hqsJn788/s320/Europe_20081222011134_286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All smiles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB52Wsew-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QloQRQdyAm4/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282856337617634274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB52Wsew-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QloQRQdyAm4/s320/Europe_20081222011134_285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, I was making a face at the dirt on the ground over in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB52MGZh_I/AAAAAAAAAZw/MvC2fdjHlgM/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282856334773553138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB52MGZh_I/AAAAAAAAAZw/MvC2fdjHlgM/s320/Europe_20081222011134_284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notre Dame Cathedral? Nope, I don't know what this building is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB6s_afH4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/A0nF85PZVZo/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282857276260949890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB6s_afH4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/A0nF85PZVZo/s320/Europe_20081222011134_291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my sister, not me. I'm not that short :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB6sl60pqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/5aSXjO_GCaQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282857269417256610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB6sl60pqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/5aSXjO_GCaQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, the French are even worse than the British. They stare at our yellow jackets without caring that its a very rude thing to do. They continue to stare even when we stare back. Everyone there is so boring, jackets are either black or black. How totally creative. Nevermind staring, some even snigger at us openly. Cmon, you don't have to judg everyone by their clothes yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took the train again to the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8ocuui2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/GMibgCjYWVM/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282859397254384482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8ocuui2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/GMibgCjYWVM/s320/Europe_20081222011134_319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sign outside that said EiffelTour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8oIBqMII/AAAAAAAAAaw/ELzT_6kzFrg/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282859391696646274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8oIBqMII/AAAAAAAAAaw/ELzT_6kzFrg/s320/Europe_20081222011134_315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken from the lift that we took all the way to the highest station. We couldn't see anything from way up there anyway, the fog was too serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8nnZta2I/AAAAAAAAAao/eoEdPqT13bM/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282859382939151202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8nnZta2I/AAAAAAAAAao/eoEdPqT13bM/s320/Europe_20081222011134_311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the 2nd highest station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8nQ0uE1I/AAAAAAAAAag/jLZT6ZMHTlo/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282859376878424914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8nQ0uE1I/AAAAAAAAAag/jLZT6ZMHTlo/s320/Europe_20081222011134_303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister seems tall ONLY because she was wearing boots. I was wearing sports shoes. I'm still taller okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8mavHAUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dor5uEnyjqQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282859362359378242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB8mavHAUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dor5uEnyjqQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a one-eyed monster hear me roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB-Att82lI/AAAAAAAAAbA/axAONZ_Ce8o/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282860913643018834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB-Att82lI/AAAAAAAAAbA/axAONZ_Ce8o/s320/Europe_20081222011134_325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother actually wanted a solo photo with the Eiffel Tower, but looks like he can't have one with my sister and I around! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then took the train back to our hotel. But somehow the train keeps skipping our stop. No matter how many times we got off the train and tried the next one and yadda. How annoying, apparently the train skips certain stations once its past seven pm so that the train system would be more efficient and less time consuming. Stupid system. Hmph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had Crossiants and other pastries for dinner which we bought from the nearby supermarket at our hotel. I detest France.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-9134733965282177970?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/9134733965282177970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=9134733965282177970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/9134733965282177970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/9134733965282177970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-holiday-2008.html' title='Dec Holiday 2008 (5)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SVB3RtsQN6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/PpKYcw2c26E/s72-c/Europe_20081222011134_272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-1922459047681312615</id><published>2008-12-22T16:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:03:41.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec Holiday 2008 (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;DAY FIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in canterbury and drove around the town. This is the wall surrounding the Canterbury Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9O_P036yI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SBf0P41vK3Q/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282527736415906594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9O_P036yI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SBf0P41vK3Q/s320/Europe_20081222011134_255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9O-ywxeMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Z0RAM75ilc8/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282527728614078658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9O-ywxeMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Z0RAM75ilc8/s320/Europe_20081222011134_251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to dover where we took a ferry to calais, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9NUMweDqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/21QE4FtOgJ8/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282525897346125474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9NUMweDqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/21QE4FtOgJ8/s320/Europe_20081222011134_268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our luggages! Such typical Asians, we had to have colourful luggages :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off at calais and had trouble trying to rent a car enough for seven people. In the end, we rented a manual van. My poor dad had trouble communicating with the French cause they didn't speak English and refused to print the contract in English even though they could. They didn't teach my dad how to access the gears in the van so my dad kept driving and braking, and the van kept sputtering out poisonous gases. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we managed to make it to the town of Reims but somehow, we couldn't find a hotel. They looked at us and told us their hotel waas fully booked. Either they're racists or Reims is just a tourist hot spot in the blistering cold winter. We had no choice, so we tried to get out of the town. But somehow, because of the road works all around, no matter how we drove we kept ending up at the same damn roundabout. The statue of a bat in the middle seemed to be mocking us with its mouth wide open. We were so freaked out, we took 2 hours to find our way out of the town. Apparently the road we took to get into the town was a one way street so we couldn't get out the same way... Eventually, we reached a second roundabout but kept circling round it as well. No matter where we turned we ended up at this roundabout as well. In the end, we realised the only road that we hadn't tried pointed to the "cemeterie". Great. We gave up and turned back to the one way road that we came in by and just turned out back onto the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Paris and reached at 2am in the morning. Instead of wasting money trying to check into a hotel, we slept in the van for that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-1922459047681312615?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/1922459047681312615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=1922459047681312615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1922459047681312615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1922459047681312615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-holiday-2008-5.html' title='Dec Holiday 2008 (4)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9O_P036yI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SBf0P41vK3Q/s72-c/Europe_20081222011134_255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-981819435011567412</id><published>2008-12-22T15:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:12:36.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 2008 Holiday (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up, had traditional english breakfast at Swandown and had fun scraping ice off our car! We drove to Roman bath where we saw this bath that the Romans created for themselves back in 700 A.C. i think. It was really ingenius as they had a supply of hot water running from a nearby hot spring flowing right into the bath. The bath isn't really as hot as it looks, its only 47 degrees celcius. Its steaming only because of the awfully cold weather. The water is really dirty though, after all these years, all thanks to the abundant sunlight which resulted in the rapid growth of algae, leading to eutrophication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9DdV1Jo3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/-4pHuCZWUfc/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282515059284222834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9DdV1Jo3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/-4pHuCZWUfc/s320/Europe_20081222011134_179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I tied my hair in two ponytails in an attempt to cover my poor freezing ears :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9EDwwQICI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BgtNcw74Xbw/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282515719346462754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9EDwwQICI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BgtNcw74Xbw/s320/Europe_20081222011134_181.JPG" 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;p&gt;After that, we drove all the way to one of the eight wonders of the world (In case you're wondering what the eighth wonder is, you've been living on the wrong planet. The eighth wonder is me of course, well duh :D) Yes, we went to see the STONEHENGE! It was smaller than I imagined actually, but then again I have very high expectations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9FLa9PDgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0kGhBeEW5Wk/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282516950445919746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9FLa9PDgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0kGhBeEW5Wk/s320/Europe_20081222011134_189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9FgDx8jnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5YP-VcGv1II/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282517305001807474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9FgDx8jnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5YP-VcGv1II/s320/Europe_20081222011134_193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9F59nTshI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YO4uW-K0h0s/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282517750023172626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9F59nTshI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YO4uW-K0h0s/s320/Europe_20081222011134_211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9GPn2eKYI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OhEr18zY3cA/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282518122138315138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9GPn2eKYI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OhEr18zY3cA/s320/Europe_20081222011134_228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww this was taken at sunset at around 4pm. Pretty ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stonehenge, we headed for the town of canterbury. So we programmed canterbury into my father's GPS navigation system and chose a lane at random. We all thought magnolia lane sounded like something you would find near the city so we started off. We neared canterbury at 7pm and the skies were real dark, as if it was midnight. To top it off, the roads were not lighted so the only source of light was from our car's frontlights. Suddenly, the GPS system told us to turn right, out of the highway and into a little lane. We thought maybe canterbury was a small town so the road leading into it is small and narrow too, so we turned right in. For twenty minutes, we travelled on the rocky narrow lane designed for only ONE car to drive through and didn't see a single soul. We didn't see any cottages, any farms nor any other vehicles. As we went along, the road started narrowing and we felt as if the trees at the sides of the roads were closing in on us. It was really terrifying, like a horror movie. The road just kept narrowing and the trees started growing taller such that they started to cover the night sky above us. That's it, we were trapped. Thank goodness the road didn't end up in a dead end whew. Finally, we turned into a slightly wider road and found ourselves surrounded by farms. There were still no streetlights but at least we were not alone anymore. We realised we were in the rural outskirts of the town of canterbury. The GPS system had led us to magnolia lane, only that magnolia lane was not near the city centre like we had assumed, it was a road in the rural areas of the town. We managed to ask some people and found our way to the city centre. There, we managed to find a really nice supposedly five star hotel for a cheap rate of only 130pounds per night (S$270). We ate at a thai food restaurant(it was the only restaurant open besides some expensive chinese restaurants)at 8pm. It was a really great hotel so we had a good sleep and bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9JzB44eDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rVS4vkv-5nA/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282522028958054450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9JzB44eDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rVS4vkv-5nA/s320/Europe_20081222011134_237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister stole the limelight hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9KwebdIQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/AclxC2V-GUE/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282523084591276290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9KwebdIQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/AclxC2V-GUE/s320/Europe_20081222011134_245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The car park, our car is the one in the foreground (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9KvsswMDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6vomFbifvGc/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282523071242055730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9KvsswMDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6vomFbifvGc/s320/Europe_20081222011134_236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they gave free hot chocolate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9KvaVjaPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oUtCyc5A2hE/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282523066312911090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9KvaVjaPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oUtCyc5A2hE/s320/Europe_20081222011134_241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9Ku1WGPqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yr_fP-jL3A4/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282523056383082146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9Ku1WGPqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yr_fP-jL3A4/s320/Europe_20081222011134_238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9KurnGzwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/AEMucXaZlvQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282523053770067714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9KurnGzwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/AEMucXaZlvQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's mad as a hatter -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9LemUz0CI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3jYq4baYels/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282523876984868898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9LemUz0CI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3jYq4baYels/s320/Europe_20081222011134_247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9LedL_avI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Z1nlBkYOJ04/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282523874531961586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9LedL_avI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Z1nlBkYOJ04/s320/Europe_20081222011134_246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The awesome lady who served us our english breakfast on day five. Breakfast was mouth-wateringly delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-981819435011567412?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/981819435011567412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=981819435011567412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/981819435011567412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/981819435011567412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-2008-holiday-3.html' title='Dec 2008 Holiday (3)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU9DdV1Jo3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/-4pHuCZWUfc/s72-c/Europe_20081222011134_179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-9061980855850889623</id><published>2008-12-22T12:42:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:28:25.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 2008 Holiday (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the hotel and had continental breakfast which consisted of toast butter and tea, fullstop. I was kinda hoping for English breakfast but oh well. After breakfast we drove past Buckingham palace in an effort to get a glimpse of it. But oops we didn't know it was a restricted zone so tada we landed ourselves with an even heavier traffic fine. Technically, we paid 120 pounds (S$250) to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8vfLQq6YI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mcuBGk1KN2g/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282493100574042498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8vfLQq6YI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mcuBGk1KN2g/s320/Europe_20081222011134_57.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8v9M0Zr0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/iAW2CC6gApQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_67.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282493616388419394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8v9M0Zr0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/iAW2CC6gApQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_67.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove out of London to the town of Cambridge where Cambridge University is located (well duh). It's a really nice place. We had a really expensive lunch there, we walked into the wrong restaurant by accident. Don't ask how we achieved that, it just happened. But at least the food and service was good so (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8woJMF2LI/AAAAAAAAAUI/KxgWXNlLAhU/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_80.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282494354148415666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8woJMF2LI/AAAAAAAAAUI/KxgWXNlLAhU/s320/Europe_20081222011134_80.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken right outside one of the side gates of Cambridge University. When we were strolling on the streets of the town we saw so many youths. And with every youth that walks past me, I can't help feeling so stupid because ordinary as they seem they're all so bloody smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU80kKiLatI/AAAAAAAAAUY/bqR7MnsTzTg/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282498683836525266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU80kKiLatI/AAAAAAAAAUY/bqR7MnsTzTg/s320/Europe_20081222011134_105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah that reminds me, the yellow jacket gave me alot of trouble over there. It was a jacket that my brother wore back when he was twelve and we went to Beijing during winter. So I just took it since I didn't want to waste money to get another winter jacket although i knew it was awfully hideous. Trouble is, yellow is the official colour for traffic police, rubbish collectors and all sorts of weird jobs there. Our jackets SORT OF resemble theirs but ours has the black stuff which attracted alot of attention. They probably thought we were the new roadsweepers or something. How totally embarassing. They stared, but were polite enough not to stare too long. Wait till I get to the post on Paris, people there are sooo annoying! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we drove to the town of oxford where the University of Oxford was located (well duh again) and spent a night there. We got a nice bed&amp;amp;breakfast place and I had a real good bath. It was a little more expensive though, around 180 pounds for one night (S$400). We reached at night so we had dinner at the nearby macdonalds. We seem to eat macdonalds alot on this whole trip :D Here's a few photos we took the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU822boKR0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/blUnAKcaIUg/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282501196685920066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU822boKR0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/blUnAKcaIUg/s320/Europe_20081222011134_112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the pig sleeping in light blue jeans on the right is me, now shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU83fk8QLwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mT7nq-iBOkk/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282501903560748802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU83fk8QLwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mT7nq-iBOkk/s320/Europe_20081222011134_114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU84c7xBNwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2hXtu3-MkSs/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282502957659666178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU84c7xBNwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2hXtu3-MkSs/s320/Europe_20081222011134_117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who woke me up!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU843yBZr1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/fi6Kdc8fuLQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282503418900492114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU843yBZr1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/fi6Kdc8fuLQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They provided internet for us to use in the common space downstairs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU85h1h-KjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/T_wqUgFMKkU/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282504141396912690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU85h1h-KjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/T_wqUgFMKkU/s320/Europe_20081222011134_144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty little cottage that we stayed in. We took the attic while our grandparents took the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp we drove around Oxford and snapped a few photos. Again, many students on the streets and I felt so inferior again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU86J_UGJuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/T_s0pj70d6Q/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282504831217837794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU86J_UGJuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/T_s0pj70d6Q/s320/Europe_20081222011134_137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of Oxford University from far far away teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU86j44mywI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3QEzIxTzpIo/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282505276168522498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU86j44mywI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3QEzIxTzpIo/s320/Europe_20081222011134_135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at ourselves whilst the local people there stared at us curiously. Bet they thought we were as mad as cat in the hat! I mean, who takes photos with a post box, seriously! :D Hahaha but my parents said that very same post box was there 20 years ago when they visited so it held sentimental value for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then managed to pay the traffic fines through our car rental company and proceeded to Anne Hathaway's cottage. Yes, at first I thought it was the actress at first. Y'know, Anne Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-deli.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/anne-hathaway-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://the-deli.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/anne-hathaway-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nope, its not this Anne Hathaway. It was Shakespeare's wife's cottage so taadaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_IqjBSnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-3RVzBDSXH0/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282510306021558898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_IqjBSnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-3RVzBDSXH0/s320/Europe_20081222011134_149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_bHMNKQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YPrc9rZUy7w/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282510622948141314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_bHMNKQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YPrc9rZUy7w/s320/Europe_20081222011134_151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_75fHHxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/57HCmMCc9qQ/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511186205024018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_75fHHxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/57HCmMCc9qQ/s320/Europe_20081222011134_156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_7odCi8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/g0NDnIt-h5c/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511181632932802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_7odCi8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/g0NDnIt-h5c/s320/Europe_20081222011134_155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought these rotten apples were cute. You don't get to see apples strewn on the ground below a tree in singapore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_7eblziI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LMJv4aggwII/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511178942500386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8_7eblziI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LMJv4aggwII/s320/Europe_20081222011134_154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh look, wooden dustbin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the county town of Warwickshire. We visited the Warwick castle there, I took a video of the wax figures in the castle, I'll put that up next time. The whole place was really nice and ancient. We climbed exactly 550 steps to the top of the watch tower where they had funny little holes in the wall in the shape of a cross where the medieval soldiers placed their crossbows. Damn I don't have any photos of Warwick castle but I have a few photos taken while we were in that town (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU88sBZ5BsI/AAAAAAAAAVY/NauXJwMHUHU/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282507614917822146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU88sBZ5BsI/AAAAAAAAAVY/NauXJwMHUHU/s320/Europe_20081222011134_162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like red alot in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU89Bk_AS_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/_b0HZHq5Whs/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282507985245981682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU89Bk_AS_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/_b0HZHq5Whs/s320/Europe_20081222011134_167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous red telephone box woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU89oCScxgI/AAAAAAAAAVw/A4iMTwtScUs/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282508645947196930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU89oCScxgI/AAAAAAAAAVw/A4iMTwtScUs/s320/Europe_20081222011134_161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was some sort of cathedral. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then drove to swindon where we found another bed&amp;breakfast. This one was not as good as before, but okay enough I guess. 130 pounds in total for one night (S$300). I think it was called swandown, what a stupid name. We ate chinese food for dinner at a nearby restaurant, its way cheaper than eating their local food actually. About 5 pounds (S$12) for each for a bowl of noodles / a plate of ___ rice. Well, its expensive since the kind of food we get is like hawker centre standard and the place was sort of like a kfc ambience. Pathetic really, but I guess it was better than paying 8 pounds (S$17) for a plate of fish and chips at a similar restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-9061980855850889623?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/9061980855850889623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=9061980855850889623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/9061980855850889623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/9061980855850889623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-2008-holiday-2.html' title='Dec 2008 Holiday (2)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU8vfLQq6YI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mcuBGk1KN2g/s72-c/Europe_20081222011134_57.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-5121545678847732384</id><published>2008-12-22T09:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:39:09.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 2008 Holiday (1)</title><content type='html'>Hey all, I'm back from London! It's time for you to rejoice :D Anyway I shall blog about the past 15 days that I spent in Europe! Shall try to fill it up with as many pictures as possible since a picture says a thousand words! (Yay then I can type less teehee) I won't be able to put up videos we've taken right now though, but I'll put them up as soon as my dad uploads them into the computer. It might take quite a while though. Anyway shan't bore you with my incessant chatter (though some people feel that I talk funny ever since I've got back), here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY ONE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Changi airport and everyone in the family came to send us off, how sweet! Took the plane from Singapore to Dubai and Emirates has the best entertainment system in store I tell you! There were over a hundred movies to choose from, over a hundred music albums to listen to, about a hundred tv channels to watch etcetra etcetera. Lemme see if I can find a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU72WViaH9I/AAAAAAAAASw/Juy414y9enE/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430276551188434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU72WViaH9I/AAAAAAAAASw/Juy414y9enE/s320/Europe_20081222011134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this was a photo of the tv screens showing the flight times. Notice that almost all the flights are Emirates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU728IJh7RI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aE-aNIc6hCU/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430925792210194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU728IJh7RI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aE-aNIc6hCU/s320/Europe_20081222011134_02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was my brother who took this. Tsk whatever for, I do not know. Anyway enjoy my back profile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU73aPBWXbI/AAAAAAAAATA/jzoVQORhv5s/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282431443033021874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU73aPBWXbI/AAAAAAAAATA/jzoVQORhv5s/s320/Europe_20081222011134_03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a little blur but thats the Airbus 380 that we took, pretty cool aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU74GOq7o5I/AAAAAAAAATI/ae9LQWl5TNs/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282432198853239698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU74GOq7o5I/AAAAAAAAATI/ae9LQWl5TNs/s320/Europe_20081222011134_07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entertainment system, they call it ICE (Info, Communications, Entertainment)I loved it, and I remember wishing for the flight to last longer. They serve pretty good food too! I watched Ghost Town, Walle and Maid of Honour :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight from Dubai to London arrived late so we were running late. Rented a car from Avis called the Espace I think. It's a seven seater and fitted the seven of us snugly. Then we rushed to our prebooked hotel, I can't remember its name, darn! Got caught in their traffic congestion, fined for not paying their ERP (we didn't know till the 3rd day!) but I guess we got there in the end. Here's a few photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU752zf8iNI/AAAAAAAAATY/M6HLL2uMZ2c/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282434132884621522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU752zf8iNI/AAAAAAAAATY/M6HLL2uMZ2c/s320/Europe_20081222011134_23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU752tc8mrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vILTOrO2hd4/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282434131261430450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU752tc8mrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vILTOrO2hd4/s320/Europe_20081222011134_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the hotel room. Not much, I know but we were going budget and it was enough for us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we left for dinner and it was late at night already. I mean it was still early, like 6.30pm, but the sky was DARK. Took their train to City centre and their train was pretty good! Not as clean as singapore's MRT of course, but not too bad. Just a few newspapers strewn behind the seats here and there but not much rubbish. They are allowed to eat on the train by the way! So its pretty impressive considering that they do not need fines to be imposed on them for them to keep their own train clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is also the reason why I love singapore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cyberzone.co.uk/location/zone_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1700px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cyberzone.co.uk/location/zone_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can get lost in singapore... I cannot live in London. Just look at that! Mind-boggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway train tickets cost us a jaw dropping 30 pounds for the 7 of us and thats like S$65 approximately. Then we visited the Big Ben and River Thames yay, it was very nicely lighted up at night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU78sKUm25I/AAAAAAAAATg/qc9Dm1YfnVw/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282437248567401362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU78sKUm25I/AAAAAAAAATg/qc9Dm1YfnVw/s320/Europe_20081222011134_16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, couldn't be bothered to rotate the picture so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU79IIqh4-I/AAAAAAAAATo/vOTcUlD8JPk/s1600-h/Europe_20081222011134_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282437729158816738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU79IIqh4-I/AAAAAAAAATo/vOTcUlD8JPk/s320/Europe_20081222011134_17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be a picture of our grandparents and us but this guy was walking along and managed to take a nice little photo with us hahaha. Whats more, he happened to be standing in line with us and smiling so I guess we've got an addition to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After big ben and the London eye (It's the london ferris wheel, why does singapore keep copying london!?) we headed back towards our hotel where we had a nice dinner at a small eatery place. I had a tuna jacket potato and it was really yummy. Pretty cheap too, about 3.5 pounds (S$7.50). That's quite cheap for london food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-5121545678847732384?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/5121545678847732384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=5121545678847732384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5121545678847732384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5121545678847732384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-2008-holiday-1.html' title='Dec 2008 Holiday (1)'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/SU72WViaH9I/AAAAAAAAASw/Juy414y9enE/s72-c/Europe_20081222011134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8957230941143142167</id><published>2008-11-12T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:02:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/11/08</title><content type='html'>OLEVELS IS FINALLY O-O-O-OVER! (sings Jesse Mccartney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha we went &lt;b&gt;mad&lt;/b&gt; after chemistry today, went right to cathay to buy our movie tickets for HSM 3. Yes yes, I know embarassing, but the movie was hilarious! It's so horribly cheesy, it felt like I was consuming cheesy pizza with double cheese (oooh, how sinful). Troy Bolton's big face at the beginning was just the thing, stupid Chiaern giggled right next to me and my chair was shakinggg! Vanessa Hudgens is really horrendous. Corbin Bleu was cool, Ashley Tisdale was well Ashley Tisdale. But I absolutely adore Lucas Grabeel (Ryan Evans)! His dancing is real good! But overall, the whole movie was real good cause it was almost sort of like Broadway with all the scene changing and sets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that reminds me, YueXiu, if you even see this, I WANT TO WATCH WESTSIDE STORYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to get Demi Lovato's CD tomorrow, I've been waiting since like September! And I shall stop being so laotu and create myown facebook account. Sheesh, even my sis has one, and she's always going crazy over some game called pets society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Amanda when she goes overseas tomorrow. Oh wait correction, I'll miss Amanda's books (not boobs, they are non existent)&amp; comics! Darn I should have asked her to bring the whole collection today then I wouldn't have to wait till after prom to read! I WANT JODI PICOULTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with yellows, so I can't wait for Friday! Good luck MARY-ANNE/WENMAN/SUXIAN/WENGJUN/SUEHERN for biology mcq tomorrow! All the wayyyy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee movies at Chiaern's tomorrow!!! Across the universe, I wonder what its about. I am going to create my facebook account now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER CHIAERN (IF YOU EVEN SEE THIS): I WANT TO GO CHINATOWN AND YOU ARE SO GOING WITH ME. DON'T FORGET MY FAVOURITE HANGOUT, THE LIBARY, I WANT TO BORROW BOOKS. I DON'T LIKE THE BOOKS I BORROWED TODAY, THEY ARE LIKE SHORT STORIES I DIDN'T REALISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me weird, but I feel like sewing my own prom dress. I don't feel like wasting days on end, walking around to find something suitable and then paying a bomb for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, facebook. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8957230941143142167?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8957230941143142167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8957230941143142167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8957230941143142167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8957230941143142167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/11/121108.html' title='12/11/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2015708960124870984</id><published>2008-06-11T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:25:25.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/6/08</title><content type='html'>Today I went to watch Prince Caspian with Xun-Lin and it was damn super good, I want to watch it again and again! Hahaha I thought Peter was very good looking and Xun-Lin just gave me that "What's wrong with you" look ): I think I'm strange, I don't find Caspian good looking, and he speaks with a queer accent. But whatever the ending was so sad, any other narnia movies will be so strange without Susan and Peter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay before that we went to HMV and I listened to Jesse Mccartney's new album on the headphones and I didn't like half the songs :O Hahaha and yes, Jesse McCartney co-wrote Bleeding Love, talented right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna met us at like 11.40am she was so late! Tsk, next time we shall tell her to come half hour before everybody else. Xun-Lin bought MUSE CDs what the hell, even though she has like all the songs already. She just wanted to possess the CD. And this is what I call the definition of rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that we ate KFC hehehe! (I always get my way, I realise everytime I want to eat KFC, I usually do get to eat it) Service was really bad, the 2 ladies at the counter were so blur, and we were missing half our meal tsk. Same goes for the table of guys next to us, and this stupidly annoying guy was making a joke of himself by telling his friends about how he has customer rights to yell and shout and complain. -.- I almost spat my zinger burger out at one point of time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on a sidenote, right before the movie, I suddenly remembered I haven't called NJC to confirm my attendance. So I called my sis to get the number and then I called them up. Hilarious, at first she scolded me for not calling earlier because today was the dateline and the lady in-charge was away for lunch. So I had to explain I've been trying to call through for 2 days and yadda but she continued giving me that "it's your fault" tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, she told me to call back later and since I had a movie to catch, I said "Er, I'm so sorry I can't, I've got lessons later" so she got really annoyed and said "Okay girl, this is not good, you cannot have this kind of attitude. What's your school? I help you take down first then tell the lady later" So obviously, I answered St Nicholas. That seemed to have cast a spell on her or something, she started using a really nice and sweet voice to talk to me. And she suddenly seemed to have my entire life written infront of her. She started asking whether I like violin or piano better, why I took ballet, whether music is my life and the list of crap goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that reminds me, on the MRT trip back the stupid train stopped at Bishan for like TWENTY minutes because there was something wrong with the track. Then this 3 CJC guys boarded and they were so stinky, everyone tried to stand as far as possible. But it was nearly impossible because the train was real cram. And then they started announcing their jokes to the whole wide world. Hahaha what's worse, since I was standing next to them, they expected me to laugh at their jokes. So after like a vast amount of lame jokes, they stared at me and one guy said "Do you have no sense of humour!?" Oh goodness. I wanted to run out of the train then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ahahah, that again, reminds me of my MRT trip to Orchard today. I was doing my sudoku book and the guy sitting next to me was staring. So I just ignored him. And then I got stuck on my sudoku puzzle, so I was sitting and pondering for about a minute and then he went "you put a three there" and jabs his finger at my book. I was shocked, hahaha thinking back, I should have said "Buy your own sudoku book"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay AMK Library with Lianna, Chiaern &amp;amp; Amanda tomorrow! I shall aim to finish at least 1 paper of my chinese homework! Now I feel like sleeping, no wonder I can never do work at home /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2015708960124870984?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2015708960124870984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2015708960124870984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2015708960124870984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2015708960124870984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/06/11608.html' title='11/6/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2230065638535528283</id><published>2008-06-10T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:33:14.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/6/08</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to change my blogskin for ages, but I haven't really got down to doing it. Hahaha, I think its because I can't find anything / think of anything that i would like for my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went score hunting with wengjun today! I can't believe I survived 4 hours with her, horror of horrors. I bought Elgar's Salut D'Amour score! Bloody hell it was $19 (w/0 gst) while my other technical studies book (which was much thicker) was like $10. But I really needed it so /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met Mary-Anne at J8 for lunch and we ate pastamania (hahah again). I bought a sudoku book! &amp;amp; we went to the library to borrow books. I couldn't find any of my "dark &amp;amp; disturbing" books so I settled for WengJun's bitchy books. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't study at home, there's no motivation and inspiration ): I really want to study with yellows, although I know we probably won't get any work done ohman. On a side note, they're the people I see most often this holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway I found the funny gymnopodie by satie score online for free hehehe and my jaw dropped when I saw it. It's like damn easy, so my piano pieces are going to be such a contrast! I mean, I'm playing a grade 8 Beethoven Classical Sonata and a grade3 (?) Satie Romantic Gymnopodie!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm talking too much music lately, stop it. Okay Prince Caspian with Xun-Lin tomorrow, and then I'll be officially bankrupt again OHMAN! Hahaha anyway YueXiu will be getting me the new Jesse Mccartney CD for my birthday! Heh she's so nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to start doing my chinese homework, but everytime I try, I wake up and find myself on the table / sofa. Gross, oh that reminds me! I'm damn super happy with my recent geography test (ohmygod my first distinction in 2 years) although I have an inkling that Miss Tan was just being nice and marked our papers more leniently cause the morale among the geog students is damn super low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Amanda now, who's taking very long to respond (SLOW) and Mary-Anne who is not responding at all (GRR). Hahaha this is the kind of friends I get tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework ): Revision ): MEP ): O Levels ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2230065638535528283?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2230065638535528283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2230065638535528283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2230065638535528283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2230065638535528283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/06/10608.html' title='10/6/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4904845289641097051</id><published>2008-05-26T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:40:09.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26/5/08</title><content type='html'>I just got back from violin lesson and damn am I disappointed /: I did a really good job of my Vivaldi impetus passage but all my teacher did was give a grunt and start commenting about dynamics at the front of the songgg. Rah grah I practised that passage really hard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; He was talking about how I shouldn't play so roughly etc. Hahaha, WengChen is bad influence tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I took the bus many times today. Let's count:&lt;br /&gt;1. From school to AMK central&lt;br /&gt;2. From AMK central to ACSI&lt;br /&gt;3. From ACSI to Macs at King Albert's Park (or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;4. From Macs to AMK hub&lt;br /&gt;5. From AMK hub to home&lt;br /&gt;6. From home to AMK hub (and then walk to violin teacher's house)&lt;br /&gt;7. From AMK hub back home (after violin lesson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is a grand total of 55cents times 7 = WOW $3.85.&lt;br /&gt;I can almost buy a KFC student meal with that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I swear I'm the clumsiest ass ever (apart from Mary-Anne of course). I tripped twice on the stairs at macs. I tumbled right off the bus when I got home and landed with a "WHOAAA" at the bus stop. That kinda earned me a couple of weird looks from the people at the bus stops and a few sniggers from toddlers. Boy, I must have been a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top if off, on the way to my violin teacher's house, in a valent attempt to protect my darling violin, I hit my hand against the poles on the bus and let off a YELP. I sounded like a tormented dog. That's a bad thing right, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a side note, ACSI IB talk today was sort of umm pointless hahaha, considering that we were one hour late. Damn extra lessons. But macs with yellows were crazy as usual. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to go ACSI /: but why are the fees so goddamn high ): I don't want to be a financial burden to my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm checking out RJC's DSA now. And there are like 2 options for you to DSA under: Aesthetics and Sports. Okay this is so great, we can't DSA under academic! Well actually that kinda makes sense, they get smart people from O LEVEL anyway. Why would they wanna DSA academically excelling students -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really reluctant to DSA under Aesthetics! I think I'll just be the joke of the day at auditions and well umm, music has so many strings attached (OOH how ironic, my violin has many strings attached too). Like if you get in under aesthetics DSA, you must take MEP join a particular CCA, etc etc. I don't want to take MEP in JC eew gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I'm checking out hwachong's DSA as well. And I'm wondering if Hwachong Institution = Hwa Chong JC cause I can't find a website for hcjc /: crap neverminddd. I gotta fill in my NJC DSA form and hand it up asap /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So annoying, so many things to do but so little time. I must remember to write "programme notes" for my violin duets! ): I keep forgetting shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD I HAVEN'T DONE ALKENES STRUCTURED AND THERE'S CHEMISTRY TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:( I'M TIRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4904845289641097051?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4904845289641097051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4904845289641097051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4904845289641097051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4904845289641097051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/05/26508.html' title='26/5/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2150066057307963305</id><published>2008-05-22T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:20:23.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/5/08</title><content type='html'>I'll try to make sure this ain't another emo post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our PPRs back today, and I was pretty satisfied with it until I showed it to my dad. He started saying how I should start considering which polytechnic I can go to, and forget about raffles / hwachong / national JC. That sort of pissed me off I think, because nobody believes I can do it. And now I'm starting to think I can't too /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the more positive side, its the official end of term 2. (although holiday lessons are aplenty) But well, I shall go out for the first time in a thousand months tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies at ChiaErn's with Chiaern Lianna Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of typing, I'm kinda disappointed archuletta didn't win, but I guess I expected Cook to win so rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2150066057307963305?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2150066057307963305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2150066057307963305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2150066057307963305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2150066057307963305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/05/22508.html' title='22/5/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-3886112593434741659</id><published>2008-05-19T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:39:45.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19/5/08</title><content type='html'>HURRR I'M FRUSTRATED.&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO GET ONE BLOODY PASSAGE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T I SLIDE PROPERLY AND PLAY IN TUNE.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T I CROSS STRINGS WITHOUT HITTING OTHER STRINGS AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T I PLAY RUNNING NOTES SMOOTHLY.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T I DO GODDAMN SYNCOPATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T I DO A NICE VIBRATO ON MY FOURTH FINGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, my head is drowning in a thousand "why"s, "urgh"s but no "because"s. i need to study geography but i can't concentrate cause i can't stop thinking about how mep practical is in 2 weeks time and i'm neither ready for violin nor piano, nevermind duet ): hurrr, its not as if i'm not trying. i am! but it's not working damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition, i'm going to practice with accompaniment for violin with rebecca ho coming thursday and i really don't want to waste her time! i must get my vivaldi and faure right no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it so much when people look at me and go "well lucky you, you've got music to help you". apparently, in their eyes, being able to play the violin earns you a one-way ticket to a top jc and a top university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well excuse me, there are at least a billion violinists out there. i'm like a freaking weed in the middle of a bouquet of flowers when compared to those violinists. besides, i do pay a price for being a violinist. i spend time practicing, rehearsing, etc etc. it's not as if we MEP girls can just pick up a goddamn instrument and play out a virtuosic piece for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people look at MEP girls and go "well lucky you, you've got MEP to pull you through" before they start ranting on about how they only got an A2 for some humanities, whining and whining away while we sit there and think "well thats nice, i haven't been able to pass any of my humanities and i'm currently scoring a d7 for mep despite putting in one hour of effort daily. i wonder what you do during that hour i spend on my violin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people don't understand the amount of time we spend on music, amount of effort we put in just to play a musical instrument. they just think you lead the most carefree life ever, before they look at you and say with envy "well lucky you, you've got music to help you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people don't understand how much time they actually do have on their hands. they go "yknow i didn't manage to study enough yesterday! oh no i'm going to fail" and when you reply sympathetically "me too" they turn around and tell you to shut up. and of course, you've guessed it, they'll say "but it's okay for you. lucky you, you've got music to help you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, are these people blind, stupid or just plain self-centred!? i'm not some immortal who has nothing to complain about you know. just because i go to school smiling everyday doesn't mean life is smooth-sailing for me. so please for goodness sake, stop saying "well lucky you, you've got music to help you" or i won't be held accountable if you recieve a tight slap across your smug face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem with music is you've got to be DAMN BLOODY GOOD if you actually want to be able to excel in it. being average isn't enough. i'm in a foul mood so i hope these people would just shut up and stop glaring at you whenever you wish to speak about your troubles, before moving on to say "what are you complaining about, you've got music to help you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with these people&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with me &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-3886112593434741659?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/3886112593434741659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=3886112593434741659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3886112593434741659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3886112593434741659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/05/19508.html' title='19/5/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-3789392841960773028</id><published>2008-05-17T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:57:36.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17/5/08</title><content type='html'>Please continue praying for RongXuan. I'm reminded of her everytime I look at my Haydn book and as we all very well know, she doesn't deserve to be in such a situation at such an age (nor any other age). Updates on string blog on her condition! Smses will also be flying around the orchestra. She's showing improvement already! So we shall all pray very very harddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography test on tuesday and I should get started. But then again I'd better do my chemistry / physics assessment since tomorrow is one of those few rare days when I can get help for science from my aunt. Yet the annoying thing is, I forgot to bring my chemistry textbook home /: &amp;amp; my aunt is such a stickler to textbooks. She'll probably hammer me tomorrow urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I really envy those with tuition teachers at their beck and call. It's amazing what money can do in today's society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay basically, I'm blogging to procrastinate. I don't want to start chemistry or physics, nor geography for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Mary-Anne is such a jackass, she has switched back to wordpress and hur I'm not going to bother to relink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, sec4s only have 4 sessions of cca (inclusive of JUBILATE) left till step down. I guess thats kinda sad yet relieving at the same time. CCAs can be so tiring, but yet it'll be almost awkward to not have to go for orchestra practices every tuesday and friday. Oh no, getting sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a happier note, night study with &lt;b&gt;Lianna&lt;/b&gt; on wednesday night was rather productive. Did our history notes cornell note-taking style. Just wanted to try out the cornell thingy thing, but I'm not sure if it really makes a difference when I study. It feels more organized though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. On the flipside, night study with Lianna on thursday night was sort of productive in a different, non-academic way. Most of the night was spent staring at Lianna who was talking incessantly (Credit to Mary-Anne for this word) while she rambles on at the speed of a bullet train in Japan with random breaks in between where she stares at me with that look of hers and go "HOW JESSICA HOW". But I guess I was almost effective because I forced her to face the problem head on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lianna, stop thinking about what will happen if you do this or what will happen if you do that. Just do it, you never know till you try. Desperate situations call for desperate solutions.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, remember that: &lt;em&gt;if you want to cry, cry on my shoulder. &lt;/em&gt;I'll be here for you if you need me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrr MEP practical in like 2 weeks time and I'm so NOT ready /: I can't even do goddamn syncopation properly without screwing uppp. Not to mention, my string crossing for vivaldi is still a mess, position shifting for faure is gibberish and conflicting rhythms for divertimento is utter rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just realised that I'm starting to use these 4 words in my everyday speech very frequently: Vivaldi, Faure, Divertimento and Syncopation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I need to get started whether I like it or not. Grrrr, geography /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-3789392841960773028?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/3789392841960773028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=3789392841960773028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3789392841960773028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3789392841960773028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/05/17508.html' title='17/5/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-7781199434041575417</id><published>2008-05-03T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:33:20.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised I'm one of the few who haven't got around to posting about PSA. Anyway, Coach Elgin was really corny (corn in the corner!?) and bloody hell, the coaches share jokes! Like the fan club in the canteen. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought the ultimate joke was the one where he asked "Which movie makes you wait the longest?" and all of us just stared at him dumbfounded &amp;amp; incredulous when he finally uttered the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, he had all those funny energisers like big fish and SMALL FISH. &amp;amp; I got a blueblack from playing that squirrel game /: owww. But he was really good, very motivational and all. And hahahaha I took two days to get his mock paper joke -.- I arrived in school on monday, was stoning and suddenly started laughing hilariously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway point is he was really effective and on the first day when we were invited to share our fears, I wanted to but then ironically, one of my biggest fears is speaking in public. -.- Second day was equally exciting when we found out about our personalities. When I read the S personality I suddenly like thought of alot of yellows. People like Mary-Anne Huiting Cassandra. But I never thought I would be remotely related to being an S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality was quite predictable I guess, CS :D but what was most coincidental was that almost our entire clique had C dominant! (CI, CS) Except for Huiting (She's an S) and Chiaern (who's an I). Yupp 4D didn't have a single person who's a D (imagine that)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 3rd day was quite draggy but I think the Cornell note taking system really is quite smart! The part with the main points on the left and summary at the bottom for easy reference :D &amp;amp; I'm a audio visual learner, I realised. I'm rather left-brained which explains why I can't excel in music for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's been a week and i think all the motivation has drained out of me (just like everybody else I suppose). But our class still kinda miss Coach Elgin with all the corniness in the atmosphere. Jocelyn &amp;amp; huiyi are the worst tablemates you can ever have, trust me. they're such annoying jackasses :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh so much for a motivational workshop! Just like coach said "there's something seriously wrong if you need somebody to motivate you. Friends, you have to motivate yourself. Nobody else can do that for you." Annoying how true that statement is aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on a less-PSA note, school's like usual, physics test and Amaths test on thursday next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to start doing something about my violin duet (especially divertimento ughh). &amp;amp; Vivaldi ): I can't play those running passages where you have to like cross from G string to E string at the beginning of every two bars. ): &amp;amp; Faure's Berceuse with all the slides and harmonics. It's so hard to achieve the emotion for that stupid piece /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get around to memorising Bach properly too shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, only 6 months of mugging left! I can't wait for O Levels to be overrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life sucks, but sometimes it's a good thing because you can never taste happiness without tasting hardship first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-7781199434041575417?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/7781199434041575417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=7781199434041575417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7781199434041575417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7781199434041575417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-realised-im-one-of-few-who-havent-got.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-1225372189784690640</id><published>2008-04-16T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:38:05.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16/4/08</title><content type='html'>You're probably wondering why I'm blogging so early in the morning, on a wednesday. But anyway I'm home today! &amp;amp; I managed to miss Chinese test :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat is obviously very jealous and peeved hahaha. But she survived tsw without me, despite whining moaning groaning yesterday night hahaha. Anyway I hate the sensation of feeling hot then cold then hot then cold.It's a gross feeling trust me. On the bright side, fever has gone down from 39.4 last night to 38.1 today! It's a miracle what a pill of paracetemol can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm quite surprised I actually managed to survive Tuesday with CCA and a screaming OCC during the dry run and everything. With a fever of 39.4 that is. Stupid OCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm in a dilemma over whether to go to school tomorrow hahaha. My uncle gave me 2 days mc (inclusive of tomorrow) and I really don't feel like studying for history testtt. Hehehe I'm reading "A Spot of Bother" by Mark Haddon (y'know the author of "the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime") Book is too good to put down tehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I need to discipline myself and start doing my homework I guess hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-1225372189784690640?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/1225372189784690640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=1225372189784690640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1225372189784690640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1225372189784690640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/04/16408.html' title='16/4/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8901338521306086476</id><published>2008-04-10T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:36:28.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/4/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R_30VjIoU1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RNUzgBxeVFE/s1600-h/fiesta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187570996846547794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R_30VjIoU1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RNUzgBxeVFE/s320/fiesta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay yellows! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I haven't been online for real long. Not as if I'm busy until that extent but... my laptop is ageing and now it takes 1/2 hour to set up before I can use it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;b&gt;fiesta&lt;/b&gt; is over, like so quicklyyy. I didn't even feel as if we had prepared for fiesta except for the great big messy rush on friday (the day before fiesta). Anyway ran at 5am in the morning and STNICKS yay broke the record so I guess we've made our mark in history (no matter how lame a mark it seems to be).&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fantastic &lt;b&gt;Churros-baker&lt;/b&gt; or so Lena Anna Diana says yayhayyy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fiesta it was back to our everyday routine, lessons tests lessons extra lessons study for test lessons more tests more extended lessons, you get what I mean. Anyway represented 4D for PESA interclass which was really embarassing (I was only told the day before the damn thing and 4L's rep was also told 2 days before. So this just goes to show that our teacher ____) But anyway love &lt;b&gt;Lianna&lt;/b&gt; for being there all the way and Natalie for her gazillion hugs hahaha. Especially Lianna yay love you loads loads loads (even when you're being a really annoying dinosaur hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway recently the most exciting that happened in my life is the very fact that Cass helped me to get the &lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift CD&lt;/b&gt;! We both bought the CD even though it costs like $32.95 which is like so much more than the usual $19.95. But anyway its so value for money right Cass? Hahaha I really love it (: I think Country music is really nice yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after extended lessons today to wait for Cass to finish sectionals. Stupid Amanda (Piraffe / Gig HAHAHA) was in a rush and snatched cass away from us ): Anyway went for orange bowl with Mary-Anne :D I was about to return to my seat after returning the bowls when I heard this whimpering that sounded like an injured puppy. Guess what, I turned around to find stupid SuXian struggling and trying to balance her orange bowl while holding this fat file. Stupid Meichi just ignored her hahaha. Good old me rushed forward to carry her bowl before Suxian becomes a walking delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss talking to bestfriend actually hahaha so today was sweet (: But now there's nothing much in life to talk abouttt. Well except for tests and that doesn't count right, bestfriend? Anyway ILY bestfriend &amp;amp; I realised I'm losing my ability to crack super lame jokes and thats a bad thinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to do right now :O ohman am I sure, I'm bound to have some homework tucked away somewhere in that thick fat file of mine. Oh yeah Chemistry but I really don't feel like getting starteddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway WenMan is hilarious. She just messaged me: Tell me a joke. I'm bored (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness hahaha, I feel like a clownfish! It's okay, at least I'm cute and I have stripes and a tail and fins (that'll be a lucky fin if I decide I'm as cute as Nemo). Anyway so I told WenMan my lazy river joke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna lend Lianna Taylor Swift tomorrow! :) Hahaha, I love you because you never judge me (hidden message: or what &amp;amp; who I like).&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm probably being too senstitive because it's all said in good fun (or so it seems), but you two go overboard sometimes you know. It's not as if I judge every action of yours or criticise every one of your likes and dislikes. Spare a thought for my feelings please, my feelings do not cost a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want to end this post off on a happy happy note soooo umm lets think of something happy. String tomorrow! &amp;amp; I'll see lovely yellows (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've heard every album, listened to the radio&lt;br /&gt;Waited for something to come along&lt;br /&gt;That was as good as our song...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8901338521306086476?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8901338521306086476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8901338521306086476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8901338521306086476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8901338521306086476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/04/1042008.html' title='10/4/2008'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R_30VjIoU1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RNUzgBxeVFE/s72-c/fiesta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-3775213939154222964</id><published>2008-03-21T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:00:07.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21/3/08</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since I last posted! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I want Taylor Swift's CD but I have an inkling that Singapore's cd shops don't have her CD ): I've already checked many branches of Sembawang and "That CD Shop" and they don't have it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YueXiu's got me hooked on Julia Quinn hurrr, unhealthy obsession / infatuation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well we bought "Enchanted" VCD so I'm going to watch it after I bathe. Mild headache now so I think I'm going to have to take Panadol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty hectic so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-3775213939154222964?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/3775213939154222964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=3775213939154222964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3775213939154222964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3775213939154222964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/03/21308.html' title='21/3/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6066966895907737951</id><published>2008-02-24T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:17:51.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24/2/08</title><content type='html'>Hi its been a gazillion months since I've been online and it feels as if I've been on an undeclared hiatus. Anyway I don't know where others find the time to come online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway everyone's really sad and emo and I guess that has kinda affected me. Made me feel that I'm really stupid cause others need not put in as much as effort as I do yet they achieve higher. Okay stop it, one of the few rare times I'm online yet I talk about this. Sheesh, jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway cheer up Lianna, love you and its not the end of the world!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I haven't done chinese yet so I guess I'd better get going...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6066966895907737951?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6066966895907737951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6066966895907737951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6066966895907737951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6066966895907737951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/02/24208.html' title='24/2/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-3430052406222505711</id><published>2008-02-05T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:05:18.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/2/08</title><content type='html'>Oh it's been like really long since I last blogged. I'm kinda sick of repeating the same reason all the time so I'll leave it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was rather hectic and tiring, what with math at the end of the day and our classroom's clock wasn't working so I had to keep asking Amanda what time it was rah. Extended Geography was kinda scary cause tsw had mood swings and I had no Natalie ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String was alright, the Austria guy was really funny when he pulled at his hair. Whatever was that for? (!) Anyway blah blah string ended without our usual "Slam the door on somebody (which is usually Amanda) and lock her in!" Hahaha so I concluded that is only a &lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda was really nice today :) :) :) :) :) That's five smilies for her, here's another three :) :) :) to make it an auspicious number, eight.&lt;br /&gt;She walked me home todayyy yay yay giraffe. Cause I was carrying like loads of stuff (Orange file + Physics TB + 2 Geography TB + a very heavy schoolbag + my violin) &amp;amp; Amanda put up with my moaning and groaning and whining :) AND SHE CARRIED MY VIOLIN ALL THE WAY BACK HOME WITH ME AWWWWW :)&lt;br /&gt;Yay Amanda I love you and remind me to kiss you tomorrow hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a short day and going out with Amanda WJ after school! Yay yay I'm finally going to buy my backstreet boy CD and/or my Sarah Rayne's "Spider Light" book :D This is the best day of my secfour life by far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiphip hooray, how random :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-3430052406222505711?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/3430052406222505711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=3430052406222505711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3430052406222505711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3430052406222505711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/02/5208.html' title='5/2/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4590694652163828243</id><published>2008-01-23T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:54:59.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/1/08</title><content type='html'>I'm curious.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand emotions but happy. Something that Amanda and I sang today really made me think. "Feelings go up, Feelings go down. There's lotsa feelings going round and round and round." I'm going to get through this negative period and my feelings would go uppppp. Resilience! (Yeah Miss Rockey used this word to describe binomial theorem, how totally fitting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn &lt;b&gt;GCE O LEVEL CHINESE RESULTS OUT TOMORROW&lt;/b&gt;. I wonder how the red badges are feeling. It's just one subject for me yet I'm feeling so jittery already. I'll probably hyperventilate at the end of this year when we get our results back hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I have yet to tell my mum about my two failed math tests and failed chem test? Oh boy, I'm going to be in such deep deep shit ): What's worse is, it's not because I didn't study ): Argh everything's just going wrong ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh now I've got butterflies in my stomach in addition to my crampsss. Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life cuts me but the pain is all I want to feel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4590694652163828243?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4590694652163828243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4590694652163828243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4590694652163828243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4590694652163828243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/01/23108.html' title='23/1/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-7182788836159299518</id><published>2008-01-20T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:15:17.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20/1/08</title><content type='html'>I'm very very very pissed right now &gt;:( With everybody and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so bloody unfair. My brother sits infront of his laptop and plays Rome: Total War while I was studying Chemistry. Then my father comes along and proclaim that I, the one who actually is studying and mugging my life away, is extremely free and unoccupied so I &lt;b&gt;have to&lt;/b&gt; help my sister create her gmail account. I did a little mental calculation and decided that helping my sister create her gmail account would be less time-consuming than if I argue with my dad and try to convince him that my brother is available. So, I helped my sister create her gmail account &lt;u&gt;without a complaint&lt;/u&gt; (p.s. I must have been in an okay mood then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later, which is... today. My sister complained to my dad that she can't remember her email address and password. Guess what? My father starts berating me for not creating my sister's gmail account properly so much so that &lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt; can't remember her email address and password. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I fail to see how that is my fault. Well duh, I don't know her password because I respect her privacy and allowed her to type in her password without me around. &amp; now she doesn't remember her own password and its my fault?! And then he goes on about how I never care about my family and how I'm always so friends-oriented, irresponsible because I didn't even remember my sister's password for her, never properly done anything for my sister yadda yadda. To add fuel to the fire, my brother goes "Aiyoh, why you so angry for, so temperamental!"&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what, I'm so fuming angry I think I'm going to say this:&lt;br /&gt;To f**k with my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry with myself too. For screwing my academic up. For a billion other things I can't think of right now. Arghhh &gt;;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm blowing things up, but that's what fuming angry people do right? Say yes. Sigh whatever, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-7182788836159299518?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/7182788836159299518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=7182788836159299518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7182788836159299518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7182788836159299518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/01/20108.html' title='20/1/08'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-3000590646666706757</id><published>2008-01-05T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:41:42.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/1/07</title><content type='html'>Today was damn tiring, played like the same few pieces thousands of times. Not to mention the fact that yellows came at like 6.15 in the morning? Which means I had to wake up at 5.30, which I did (unlike Amanda that pigass) :D To top it off, I slept at 11.45 yesterday night /:&lt;br /&gt;Okay cut the chase, I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doing here, I don't know. I should go for a nap but I just can't stop thinking that I have to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Do commonwealth essay. I can't decide on a plot for my story!&lt;br /&gt;2) Study for Emaths Circles test, I've got to do well for this one! /:&lt;br /&gt;3) Complete my physics worksheet 30&lt;br /&gt;4) Do Chem tys questions for Metals.&lt;br /&gt;5) (Maybe) start studying for SS test on friday /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a great day until ____ came along and there was this atmosphere that hung damn heavily in the room. I think it's a mixture of anxiety and annoyance. To make things worse... well nevermind let's not get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC with Grace Wm Manda Cass SX WJ was alright I guess. Just that there was this annoying girl who took up a table for 6 on her own and we were all really annoyed cause she didn't have the initiative to offer us her table &gt;:/ Came home after that, I'm trying to think up of something for my essay... Damn I have no imaginationnn. On a side note, about 80 secones put down their names to show that they're interested in String!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh been pretty bad-tempered lately. I get pissed for the weirdest / oldest reasons so yeah if you've suffered my wrath, I'm sorryyy (: Okay with that, I'm going to start physics. (Or sleep?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-3000590646666706757?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/3000590646666706757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=3000590646666706757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3000590646666706757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3000590646666706757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/01/5107.html' title='5/1/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2533236388417081064</id><published>2008-01-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:25:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/1/07</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first time I failed my goddamn maths test. ):&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first time I saw WenMan so crazily high (She was imitating Miss Swan and was sucessful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit Trigooo I hate you ): Shit I'm so going to make sure I score for the next test ): Maybe I should stop whining and start working ): Damn Sec4 life ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay life's great, I've only got 3 tests next week. Or maybe more. Time to start work anyway /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Hello Amanda boody buddy I'm praying that I can sit with / near you for this term, aren't you honoured? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2533236388417081064?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2533236388417081064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2533236388417081064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2533236388417081064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2533236388417081064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2008/01/2107.html' title='2/1/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-7809046209149955444</id><published>2007-12-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:17:51.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26/12/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-7809046209149955444?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/7809046209149955444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=7809046209149955444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7809046209149955444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7809046209149955444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/12/261207.html' title='26/12/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6908726026093312788</id><published>2007-12-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:49:38.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/12/07</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;em&gt;speechless&lt;/em&gt;, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know what's going to happen next. (Unless you prove me wrong, I hope you do) Like my mum always say "You are the silliest dog I've ever given birth to, you bark up the wrong tree everytime!"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on the funny side, thats about the only time she proclaims that she is a bitch hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway funny how one can feel two emotions? It's like merging two emoticons. Yeah you'll have a field day trying to imagine that. Point is, I think I know what I'll do after a while. I'm a &lt;s&gt;groveling suck-up&lt;/s&gt; girl who just can't help loving. Maybe cause I feel as if I owe her for what happened the earlier part of this year. But I'm weak, yes I'm goddamn weak. &lt;em&gt;No matter what y'know?&lt;/em&gt; No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're so close to reaching that famous happy ending,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6908726026093312788?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6908726026093312788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6908726026093312788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6908726026093312788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6908726026093312788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/12/101207.html' title='10/12/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4398641786899470864</id><published>2007-12-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:28:46.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7/12/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1konG-yGAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e6Lm9eYXAlE/s1600-h/neos-MA(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1konG-yGAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e6Lm9eYXAlE/s320/neos-MA(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141185101974083586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will be a way brighter place with more of us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright gotta blog quick cause mum wants me to help her with stuff. &lt;b&gt;Congrats Mary-Anne&lt;/b&gt; knew you could make it to the finals. Sorry I wasn't there though but I'll be there on Sunday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats about it moving back to AMK soon, damn I have to pack my stuff and clear my rubbish. What a grueling process.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway really gotta go mum's screaming /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Doubt you'll see this, but I'm still trying to get your hp number but anyway... HAPPY BIRTHDAY REBECCA TAN! Now that you're 14, cut me some slack and quit abusing my kindness would ya? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4398641786899470864?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4398641786899470864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4398641786899470864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4398641786899470864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4398641786899470864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/12/71207.html' title='7/12/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1konG-yGAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/e6Lm9eYXAlE/s72-c/neos-MA(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-297953590399002949</id><published>2007-11-30T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:40:01.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Kimberly ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1AlZ1W_vhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pO4su4JcFxI/s1600-R/PIC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138648300580224530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1AlZ1W_vhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ONe2H1m0-dQ/s320/PIC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SYF O7 with Kimberly, lovely standpartner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1AlaFW_viI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_UwsRyhmJYs/s1600-R/PIC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138648304875191842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1AlaFW_viI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IxgnrQp2EpE/s320/PIC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubilate, my standpartner for like the last time ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1AlalW_vjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D-Fs3MiLR-I/s1600-R/P1080454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138648313465126450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1AlalW_vjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/X9J7bpK7SzE/s320/P1080454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, interaction with primary pupils + RVSE. Farewell after strings with canadian pizza! Only some people left to take photo though, rest left already /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1Ala1W_vkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DV2Dmok2DMM/s1600-R/P1080459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138648317760093762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1Ala1W_vkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/gytMZmfNwxE/s320/P1080459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you, why'd you have to go I'll miss you so ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell Kimberly, why'd you have to go!? I know I've said this like a billion times but whatever, I'll just say it again: Why'd you have to go ): Time flies huh, it's been like 2 years already! Yeah after you leave who will do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I am obviously very cute!&lt;br /&gt;You: Yes, you are very cute (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do this when I feel really shitty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I think I suck I'm like some big loser who can't do a single thing ):&lt;br /&gt;You: No you don't suck, you're Jessica. And I love you loads, so you must believe in yourself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah damnit who's going to do that! And no one to go "Ahhhh Click 5, AHHHHH!" with me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tried to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd miss her&lt;br /&gt;That much&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill this new frame&lt;br /&gt;But its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to write a letter&lt;br /&gt;In ink&lt;br /&gt;Its been getting better&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I got a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;But its empty&lt;br /&gt;Its empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee CLICK FIVEEE kimberlyyy! Damn you, it's going to be so hard to keep in touch lah once you go to vj ): I've seen this happen many times before, yknow when you promise yourself you're so going to keep up with this friend of yours? But just after one year or a couple of months, she just fades out of your life. Pretty sad if you think about it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'llmissyouKimberly&lt;br /&gt;I probably said this many times before,&lt;br /&gt;but we &lt;b&gt;must must&lt;/b&gt; keep in touch kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha loads loveee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-297953590399002949?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/297953590399002949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=297953590399002949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/297953590399002949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/297953590399002949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/11/goodbye-kimberly.html' title='Goodbye Kimberly ):'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/R1AlZ1W_vhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ONe2H1m0-dQ/s72-c/PIC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-5899778614539963177</id><published>2007-11-28T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:55:06.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28/11/07</title><content type='html'>Shall blog a quick quick one about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Cass WengJun Amanda at AMK mrt then headed to novena for wenman. A little mixup with the back and front of the train hahaha. [WENMAN! Even I'm not that bad, I practically get chauferred everyday but I know where is the back of the train!]&lt;br /&gt;Too early, no shops open. Pastamania for brunch. Enchanted was damn funny and nice. I want the soundtrack! &lt;em&gt;I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Walked to plaza sing in the rain. Poor Cass's slippers broke on her, so she bought one from the shop nearby. Bad day, I wore slippers and it was the first time I experienced rain and slippers together. WM was slipping because her slippers were very slippery. That sentence sounded very ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Got to plaza sing, bought stuff and ate tako pachi. Actually thats about it cause we headed to the MRT after that. Great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, &lt;b&gt;that was brief!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha this is panties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAME lah, shut up Jessica.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nuts, I'll start talking to walls next. Point is, it's pretty hard to blog properly now cause yellows are having mass convo to discuss games for friday. &lt;b&gt;And&lt;/b&gt; I'm stealing photos from other's blogs. &lt;b&gt;And&lt;/b&gt; I'm creating my homework list. &lt;b&gt;And&lt;/b&gt; I'm doing a short books review for Sng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are pretty, loves the haunted mansion &amp; eeyore pictures. Gotta run anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-5899778614539963177?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/5899778614539963177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=5899778614539963177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5899778614539963177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5899778614539963177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/11/281107.html' title='28/11/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-7359113990587773683</id><published>2007-11-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:37:26.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24/11/07</title><content type='html'>We're back from Japan, Tokyo! Trip is damn bloody short, wished I could spend more time with Yellows (And eat more instant noodles). Anyway I think I'll be the first to properly blog about the trip. I have like no photos though, I didn't bring my camera. So I'm waiting for fellow yellows to send them over! Please send them over kay yellows I'm a poor deprived kid with no photos. Except for that hideous one of Amanda curled up like a prawn sleeping on the bus because I took that with my phone camera at the spur of the moment. Actually promised to put it in my blog, but sadly I'm afraid Amanda would do the same with some of my unglam photos. Better safe than sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reasons why Singapore is the best: (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Smoking is prohibited almost everywhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tokyo, we had our first dinner with people smoking at the next table. That pissed WenMan damn alot, but she cheered up loads after buying her chocolates hahaha. Imagine eating ramen while breathing in second hand smoke! But we couldn't say anything except for curse, afterall, it isn't against the law in Japan to smoke in an airconditioned restaurant... Oh yeah it was hilarious there, we were gesticulating and whatever to try and get this lady waiter to understand us. After like 5 minutes, she went "ni men neng jiang zhong guo hua ma?" And all of us were like "KE YI KE YI WEI SHE ME MEI YOU ZAO SHUO!" Wth, she spoke chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Dustbins can be found everywhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tokyo, they apparently find dustbins very ugly, or so WengJun says. That's why you find one dustbin every kilometre or something. Damn sickening I tell you. They seem damn environmentally friendly cause no one litters and stuff, but they use damn alot of plastic bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)Say goodbye to uncomfy sports shoes, say hello to SLIPPERS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahseh I wore those winter shoes there which were pretty high. And I have funny orhchers all over my leg now. Damn uncomfortable can. I swear I've never loved slippers more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)No need to take of layers of jackets when you enter a building,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you already are not wearing any. :D Idiot lah, damn cold can Tokyo! It wasn't cold exactly, but the wind was damn bloody chilling. Makes you shiver from head to toe, literally. But what is most annoying is that you start feeling like you're in an oven the moment you step into a building. Then you take your layers off and that is so damn troublesome. I didn't bring a windbreaker, because my mum insisted it was a waste of space. Lucky me, I experienced the winds much more than the rest -.- Mount Fuji was the worst, Disneyland was equally bad at night. To the extent that we all ran the distance back to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) It takes you less than an hour to get from one end of Singapore to the other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got motion sickness like damn frequent lah, and I forgot to bring my earpiece for my handphone so I couldn't listen to music for distraction ): Anyway I swear Claud's head goes 360 degrees round her neck whenever she sleeps. It's damn scary it looks like her head is going to roll off anytime or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I guess being in Tokyo had its advantages too.&lt;/b&gt; For instance, I had instant noodles every night and nobody gives a damn about how unhealthy it is. Instand noodles with yellows + tiffany was damn fun. Uno was hilarious noisy, I can't believe sue&amp;amp;I lost to WenMan&amp;amp;Manda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Tiffany are the biggest pigs I've ever seen. Once they've fallen asleep, trying to wake them up is like trying to climb Mount Everest or something. After the four hours drive to Mount Fuji, I got damn prone to motion sickness and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kabuki&lt;/b&gt; was freaking boring and a total waste of time. I left the notes the speaker gave us when we attended the workshop in the hotel. Smart huh? Kabuki itself was a tad bit more interesting I guess, but our seats were horrible, and MrCher said they were good seats somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disneyland&lt;/b&gt; was fun, but too much crowd. In the end, Claud &amp;amp; Sue &amp;amp; I didn't ride Thunder Mt (roller coaster) because the queue was too long. Spent the entire day at disneyland with Claud &amp;amp; Sue &amp;amp; Grace since we split into 2 groups... Grace is obsessed with that funny green alien hahahah. Claud is mad about Marie, that funny cat from aristocats. Suehern looks damn cute with two ponytails and Stitch ears :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mount Fuji&lt;/b&gt; was crazy cold but damn pretty. &lt;b&gt;Asakusa temple&lt;/b&gt; was pretty ordinary I guess, but damn huge. Alright I'm running out of things to talk about, or rather I can't think of them right now. Point is, I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-7359113990587773683?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/7359113990587773683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=7359113990587773683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7359113990587773683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7359113990587773683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/11/241107.html' title='24/11/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-1129497883276556549</id><published>2007-11-16T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:47:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rz23BlW_vgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ux1zuIve1yg/s1600-h/P1070846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133460388108549634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rz23BlW_vgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ux1zuIve1yg/s320/P1070846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday CASSANDRA! Love you loads, but love the Patrick that we gave you more teehee. I'm wishing you like half an hour in advance cause I'm pretty sure I won't be blogging tomorrow. Dinner was fun, send me the photos okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): What the hell I can't take raw salmon how am I to survive in Japan!? Unless my daily diet is like maggie mee and more maggie mee. Which is a total no-no, I'm only eating that for supper :D Can't wait, I'm going to bully suehern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String Jacket is humungous btw, I really shouldn't have changed from S to M damnit. But well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As life goes on I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility&lt;br /&gt;I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me&lt;br /&gt;So I want to take this time out and apologize for things I have done&lt;br /&gt;And things that have not occurred yet&lt;br /&gt;And the things they don't want to take responsibility for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I left you home&lt;br /&gt;I was on the road and you were alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times that I had to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know&lt;br /&gt;That you were sitting home just wishing we&lt;br /&gt;Could go back to when it was just you and me&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I would neglect&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I disrespect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there are some problems&lt;br /&gt;And I am not too blind to know&lt;br /&gt;All the pain you kept inside you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might not show&lt;br /&gt;If I can apologize for being wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then it's just a shame on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the reason for your pain&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;you can put the blame on me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things come and go they say;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-1129497883276556549?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/1129497883276556549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=1129497883276556549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1129497883276556549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1129497883276556549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-cassandra-love-you-loads.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rz23BlW_vgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ux1zuIve1yg/s72-c/P1070846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8824766383010900875</id><published>2007-11-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:29:46.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/11/07</title><content type='html'>Yo Hi Hello Hey there&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know my blog is freaking dead&lt;br /&gt;But I've been too lazy to turn on my laptop lately&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't know why hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel so relaxed after MEP practical and Maths test! Though I really do regret not studying harder for math test... Probably going to flunk it. Oh boy an &lt;u&gt;underline&lt;/u&gt; in my report book, what would mother say?&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I sound like a British/American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Connexio back today and boy was it hideous. I realised the picture they chose, I wasn't even looking at the camera. Well whatever. Went out with WenMan and Amanda today and came back with a humungous hole in my pocket. Dinner with manda at Mos Burger where I had my favourite corn soup :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man Cassandra if you like "Why don't you kiss her" I think you'll love "Invincible" but thats in the 2nd album and I'm not sure you koped that from me yet hahaha. I koped Click 5 songs from WenMan and I like "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" (: Hahaha hello kimberly fellow click5-totally-rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard stuff today that I really can't and don't want to believe. Awman to think all this time I told myself you're just a drama queen. But maybe you're more than that. Ohman I'm so disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Sec3D's debate team made it to the finals! YAY GO CHIAERN AND LIANNAAA! (: Oh I'm about to finish my last library book. HELLO BOOK CLUB TIME TO HIT THE LIBRARY SOON HAHAHAHA. I think the only part of school I'll miss during hols is not being able to have our mass reading sessions with the book club during johnny hoo's dreary lessons :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe Amanda a present. Yeah damnit Amanda hahaha. I hope you'll come online someday to send me the photos (: And NatalieSOTONG we miss you hope things are fine love you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright whatever bedtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's hold on to who we are; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8824766383010900875?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8824766383010900875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8824766383010900875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8824766383010900875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8824766383010900875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/11/151107.html' title='15/11/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-5156284433866067228</id><published>2007-11-04T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:19:33.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4/11/07</title><content type='html'>This is on request by Cassandra Tan (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, so sweet, I've got work to do but I'm blogging for you. The entire weekend past and I finished my book, but &lt;b&gt;NONE&lt;/b&gt; of my homework. Hurray for me huh?&lt;br /&gt;But I'm horrible, I get too attached to the characters in my storybook. Sometimes I like to reread the nice parts, but when I leave off at a bad part, I can't sleep -.- In conclusion, I simple &lt;b&gt;have to&lt;/b&gt; have a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah whatever, I'm going to start on my half-blood soon, but I really should get my work done.. now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-5156284433866067228?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/5156284433866067228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=5156284433866067228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5156284433866067228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5156284433866067228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/11/41107.html' title='4/11/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-3974296392523148819</id><published>2007-10-12T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:09:32.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/10/07</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful day spent with 3D and Yellows (: Hahaha table tennis in the morning was a little sian, okay fine probably cause I suck and I can't play&lt;br /&gt;but whatever tehheh. Anyway then since our class apparently didn't get into any semi-finals hahaha no surprise, we sat around and told ghost stories! Yeahhh AnnaDiana were damn funny cause they were like running away hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah some photos from the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;(It's available for people to steal, I'm too lazy to send it to you by email hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw9853I2hXI/AAAAAAAAALg/fcvUYT9UIvo/s1600-h/A101007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120448634839008626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw9853I2hXI/AAAAAAAAALg/fcvUYT9UIvo/s320/A101007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I don't know what we pressed on the machine, but we got this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw986HI2hYI/AAAAAAAAALo/tk7xsKganR0/s1600-h/B101007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120448639133975938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw986HI2hYI/AAAAAAAAALo/tk7xsKganR0/s320/B101007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha one of the more normal looking picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw986XI2hZI/AAAAAAAAALw/RLGJgRmo2z8/s1600-h/C101007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120448643428943250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw986XI2hZI/AAAAAAAAALw/RLGJgRmo2z8/s320/C101007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay don't ask. The machine cloned us. Damnit, don't they know I'm copy-righted! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw986nI2haI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A_RLM8-IsAE/s1600-h/D101007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120448647723910562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw986nI2haI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A_RLM8-IsAE/s320/D101007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Amanda drew those yellow rings, I think we're suppose to be angels hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw986nI2hbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IHIYYsbFg1M/s1600-h/E101007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120448647723910578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw986nI2hbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IHIYYsbFg1M/s320/E101007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eew Suxian was holding on to Mary-Anne's leg gross. She like just grabbed it tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw96W3I2hSI/AAAAAAAAALA/tfVjs5U0vUM/s1600-h/111007A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120445834520331554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw96W3I2hSI/AAAAAAAAALA/tfVjs5U0vUM/s320/111007A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I love WengJun: She puts a christmas tree on her head thinking its a christmas party hat! [Trick or Treat!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw96XHI2hTI/AAAAAAAAALI/sKnQ0LNDEvw/s1600-h/111007B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120445838815298866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw96XHI2hTI/AAAAAAAAALI/sKnQ0LNDEvw/s320/111007B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry I guess we were very hungry when we took this. Actually we just had lunch... Whatever, we're pigs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw96XHI2hUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Aa7bWv3aKLU/s1600-h/111007C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120445838815298882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw96XHI2hUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Aa7bWv3aKLU/s320/111007C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why Booty. But this photo is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw9583I2hLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zmRxHILFczU/s1600-h/111007D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120445387843732658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw9583I2hLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zmRxHILFczU/s320/111007D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we're about to get run down by a car and we're grinning away. Hahaha WengJun you're a genius you even put a party popper there -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw9583I2hMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qP9QuabLezQ/s1600-h/111007E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120445387843732674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw9583I2hMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qP9QuabLezQ/s320/111007E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY YELLOWS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw959XI2hNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/c5dU64atN38/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120445396433667282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw959XI2hNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/c5dU64atN38/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianna gave me this today so sweeeeet. Monkey files AWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw959nI2hOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oSFF43O1d8E/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120445400728634594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw959nI2hOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oSFF43O1d8E/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister drew thisss darn its blur here. But well hahaha the nose is hilarious cause it looks just like a pig's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw9593I2hPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wXeU50NVaLg/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120445405023601906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw9593I2hPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wXeU50NVaLg/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to cousin's house after Macs with beloved YELLOWS! Hahahah thats my cousin attempting a cheese [She can't co-ordinate her fingers, thats why instead of 2 fingers... she sticks out five hahaha.] My grandma is giving that perplex look hahaha. I guess you'll feel like that after running after a 2 year old toddler everyday teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fantastic I'm going to watch ghost whisperer nowww!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Cassandraaa I want the photosss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-3974296392523148819?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/3974296392523148819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=3974296392523148819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3974296392523148819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3974296392523148819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/10/121007.html' title='12/10/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw9853I2hXI/AAAAAAAAALg/fcvUYT9UIvo/s72-c/A101007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4216865724022758453</id><published>2007-10-11T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:58:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/10/07</title><content type='html'>Today was a very fun day. Went to Heerens for Vila'Ge with WengJun Cassandra and Amanda! Hahahah I feel so suaku, I don't even know whats there to eat in Singapore -.- Anyway had pizza and crepe with icecream, shared with Cassandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took neoprints after that (yes again hahaha) this time it was more tame (: But ohman when WengJun starts decorating the neoprints, we get "Hit &amp;amp; Run", "SWEETS" etc. Then WengJun rushed off for piano lesson so we went to walk around. I left at five but not before i bought myself a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw4aY3I2hJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/85xUJpIvyjo/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120058840787092626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw4aY3I2hJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/85xUJpIvyjo/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes you've guessed it) A MONKEY!!! Its freaking cute, I swear monkeys are getting more attention nowadays. Well they deserve them, they're too cute :D This one is rather small, anyway. I think I saw a $399 colossal monkey in "More Than Words" in Cineleisure. I'm not very sure if it was a monkey, couldn't see it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw4aZHI2hKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/p89gfVOgg-o/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120058845082059938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw4aZHI2hKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/p89gfVOgg-o/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this one is hilarious. [Mary-Anne you think I'm bad, obviously my sister is worse hahaha] ASSASMENT BOOKS! Whoohoo, a box with assasment books HAHAHA. Btw my sister is currently getting grilled for answering: Metal is BRITTLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Cassandra to send me the pictures we took today hahaha. In the meantime, I'll go raid the refrigerator. Anyway I told myself yesterday "Tomorrow you would start sightreading your piano pieces." Today I say "Tomorrow then I start my pieces, today relax, take it easy [MIKA!] first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for sleep. I feel like sleeping now. Despite the 12 hours yesterday hahaha. Alright excuse me, I'm going to rescue my sister from my mother and her "YOU ARE SO DUMB YOU WILL NEVER MAKE IT HOW CAN YOU BE MY DAUGHTER IM SO SMART WHY YOU SO DUMB."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh guess what, shes nagging at me to study chinese now. She just spoilt my day &gt;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4216865724022758453?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4216865724022758453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4216865724022758453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4216865724022758453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4216865724022758453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/10/111007.html' title='11/10/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rw4aY3I2hJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/85xUJpIvyjo/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4329260555304615463</id><published>2007-10-10T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:08:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/10/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exams are over!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I guess the papers were quite alright, except for Chem and SS. But who wants to think about it now!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went out after MEP EXAM and totally went mad at Swensen's hahaha. We had pastamania first. Although I never ever finish my creamy chicken pasta, I still like it the best! I don't know why hahaha. Then walked around after that, took neoprints! But they were really small, but hilarious hahahaha. I shall try to scan them in sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I was really looking forward to going out with the yellows tomorrow ): I don't want to stay at home no no no. My mum would just keep nagging at me to start revising for Chinese Os and what the hell, I haven't had my deserved break yet! But I guess I really should start on my 2nd instrument (piano) pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some pictures from today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RwzWiHI2hGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JF3A6qdJ7Oo/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119702757933483106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RwzWiHI2hGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JF3A6qdJ7Oo/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suxian was being really gross. We didnt want the cherries and were dumping them everywhere and anywhere and she just sticked her hand into the concoction (of melted icecream with 8 different flavours) and picked them up EEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RwzWinI2hHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nMlyFjvgFqU/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119702766523417714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RwzWinI2hHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nMlyFjvgFqU/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is BEFORE we started doing anything funny /weird hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RwzWi3I2hII/AAAAAAAAAJw/RW0ZMvm4b6I/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119702770818385026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RwzWi3I2hII/AAAAAAAAAJw/RW0ZMvm4b6I/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you really don't want to know why that thingy was frothing hahahaha. Anyway before we dumped our concoction (of melted icecream with 8 different flavours) into the pepper shaker... it contained frozen carbon dioxide hahaha. So well when carbon dioxide reacts with whatever thats in the icecream... what, precipitate? Hahaha I don't know we got a mini volcano.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the ice-cream is called EARTHQUAKE hahahaha. With that frothing volcano, I'm sure its of a very high Richter reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the neoprints we took alot! Especially the one with the many people hahaha. &amp;amp; AWW Mary-Anne accompanied me to the library :D Interesting, I got this fiction book that's called Stalin's ghost hahaha. I wonder what tales they spinned about Stalin. Yeah okay now I feel really weird cause I'm not studying, somehow it doesn't feel right hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, today was a very bad day filled with chickens cows goats ducks dogs rabbits cats birds ETC. Teaching my sister must be the worst pasttime ever. Ask her to draw model? She asked me to go and look for them in the beauty magazines. HAHAHA VERY FUNNY JENNIFER I TOTALLY LAUGHED SHEESH. And uh 2 chickens and 3 cows have (2+4)(2+3) = 30 legs?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;If that were me - Melanie C.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do they go and what do they do?&lt;br /&gt;They're walking on by.&lt;br /&gt;They're looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;Some people stop, some people stare.&lt;br /&gt;But would they help you and do they care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you fall?&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall at all?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy when you are sleeping underneath the stars?&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold is it your hope that keeps you warm?&lt;br /&gt;A spare bit of change is all that I give.&lt;br /&gt;How is that gonna help when you've got nowhere to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some turn away so they don't see.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'd look if that were me.&lt;br /&gt;How did you fall?&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall at all?&lt;br /&gt;Is it lonely where you are sleeping in between parked cars?&lt;br /&gt;When it thunders where do you hide from the storm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever forgive my self-pity?&lt;br /&gt;When you've got nothing and you're living on the streets of the city.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't live without my phone.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even have a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we fall?&lt;br /&gt;Can we get up at all?&lt;br /&gt;Are we happy where we are on our lonely little star?&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold is it your hope that keeps you warm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do they go and what do they do?&lt;br /&gt;They're walking on by.&lt;br /&gt;They're looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;They're walking on by.&lt;br /&gt;They're looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a very nice song with very meaningful lyrics (: Okay I think this is a very long post, but hahahah forgive me, I've deprived myself for REAL LONG!&lt;br /&gt;I slept four hours just now, I'm turning nocturnal... again. Nevermind, I'm going to read about Elizabethan history from the net later, I somehow find it extremely fascinating hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh before that, I hear the refrigerator calling to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4329260555304615463?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4329260555304615463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4329260555304615463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4329260555304615463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4329260555304615463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/10/101007.html' title='10/10/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RwzWiHI2hGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JF3A6qdJ7Oo/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4240594415063478475</id><published>2007-09-15T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:42:46.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14/9/07</title><content type='html'>On Mugging Spree Now&lt;br /&gt;Be back on: 10 October o7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for any disappointment caused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4240594415063478475?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4240594415063478475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4240594415063478475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4240594415063478475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4240594415063478475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/09/14907.html' title='14/9/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6697097114229438723</id><published>2007-09-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:42:42.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/9/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; That great wall of resolve which I took years to build infront of myself is now being taken apart brick by brick. Now, I can look over this wall of mine. (And I'm pretty short too) What I see is not those beautiful gardens they describe. Instead, I see barren land with no vegetation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thank you WenMan for the Mika CD (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6697097114229438723?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6697097114229438723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6697097114229438723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6697097114229438723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6697097114229438723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/09/10907.html' title='10/9/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8407816627459660804</id><published>2007-09-08T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:37:53.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8/9/07</title><content type='html'>Well hello, holidays have been unproductive. So much for my sickening schedule which I didn't stick to so well yeeeah. It's saturday and school reopens the day after tomorrow. &lt;s&gt;):&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;(:&lt;/s&gt; :?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent tonight watching Tuck Everlasting, I couldn't resist. Y'know, I've always wondered why guys with blue eyes are always so good looking. I wonder if I should watch Bruce Almighty tomorrow, tempting, but I know I really shouldn't. Urgh I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEP Practical on Monday ):&lt;br /&gt;Violin exam 26-8&lt;br /&gt;         = &lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; days away ):&lt;br /&gt;End of years 27-8&lt;br /&gt;         = &lt;b&gt;19&lt;/b&gt; days away ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I won't be blogging much when school reopens. I should ban myself from the computer some time soon though I just can't bear to do it. Alright, back to Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hear your voice above the noise,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; know that I'm not alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8407816627459660804?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8407816627459660804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8407816627459660804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8407816627459660804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8407816627459660804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/09/8907.html' title='8/9/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6791419207592019431</id><published>2007-09-05T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:11:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/9/07</title><content type='html'>I was so sick of studying. You know, when you try your best and yet you see no results? I've done like don'tknowhowmany chinese cloze passages (Okay 19 to be exact) and yet I fail or barely pass them still. What's more, I don't do them for the sake of doing them. I check up the words, find out their meaning, differentiate the different options etc. Yeah fine whatever, say goodbye to A for Chinese Os :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was looking for inspiration in this 7 habits of highly effective teens book, and I saw this poem. Well, it's not inspirational but it really reflects the prejudices in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Cold Within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Six humans trapped by happenstance, in bleak and bitter cold,&lt;br /&gt;Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story's told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back,&lt;br /&gt;For of the faces 'round the fire, he noticed one was black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next man looking 'cross the way saw one not of his church,&lt;br /&gt;And couldn't bring himself togive the fire his stick of birch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one say in tattered clothes, he gave his coat a hitch,&lt;br /&gt;Why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich man just sat back and thought of the wealth he had in store,&lt;br /&gt;And how to keep what he had earned from the lazy, shiftless poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black man's face bespoke revenge as the fire passed from sight,&lt;br /&gt;For all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last man of this forlorn group did naught except for gain,&lt;br /&gt;Giving only to those who gave was how he played the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their logs held tight in death's still hand was proof of human sin,&lt;br /&gt;They didn't die from cold without - &lt;b&gt;they died from cold within.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to play badminton now, am so going to make sure I study when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6791419207592019431?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6791419207592019431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6791419207592019431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6791419207592019431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6791419207592019431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/09/5907.html' title='5/9/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4239611104157167040</id><published>2007-09-04T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:51:08.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4/9/07</title><content type='html'>Crap it's tuesday already and all I've got done are my physics worksheets and chinese newspaper review &gt;:( I have no self-discipline and I totally keep digressing. But I'll fall asleep without music (which unfortunately has to come from my laptop, I don't have a mp3) and who can resist the temptation of the internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now I'm contemplating whether I should go for the primary gathering on friday or punish myself by cooping myself up at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'll plan what I have to do this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- History chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;- SS homework&lt;br /&gt;- 5 Chinese cloze passages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Geography *Plate Tectonics&lt;br /&gt;- Geography TYS&lt;br /&gt;- Geography WB (Rivers)&lt;br /&gt;[I am really cruel to myself /:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry *AcidsBases&amp;amp;Salts&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Chinese cloze passages&lt;br /&gt;- Physics *Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Geography *Weather&amp;Climate&lt;br /&gt;- 3 Chinese cloze passages&lt;br /&gt;- MEP homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- File all worksheets / handouts / notes / homework&lt;br /&gt;- FOR GOODNESS SAKE JESSICA DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR VIOLIN &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;- DON'T NEGLECT PIANO; PREPARE REPERTOIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now, let's see how long I can stick to this schedule. Got a premonition that I won't last further than wednesday though /: Oh well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm everything I am,&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4239611104157167040?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4239611104157167040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4239611104157167040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4239611104157167040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4239611104157167040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/09/4907.html' title='4/9/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8493964675258101047</id><published>2007-09-01T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:33:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/9/07</title><content type='html'>There was no school yesterday due to massive power failure hahaha. So I went to Amanda's at like an ungodly hour of 7.15am, to "study". In the end I just sat on her bed and browsed through her books :D I suggested neatening up her room for her! But stupid Amanda insisted it was &lt;b&gt;homey&lt;/b&gt; to have your room &lt;b&gt;messy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took bus to school to meet WengJun &amp; then went to the playground where there were SWINGS! Teehee, then we walked a really long distance to get to the prata shop ast Upper Pierce. Can you imagine, from StNicks to upper pierce! Cassandra, I swear I'll take a bus there next time :D Anyway prata was good, shared a really &lt;em&gt;cheesy cheese&lt;/em&gt; prata with Cassandra and stole a sausage from WenMan's sausage&amp;amp;cheese prata (: Thank god, we took the bus back to AMK hub. I got the inspirational cards (I couldn't find inspirational posters. But I guess these will do) for JoHsi Joey and _____! Anyway yesterday was a fun day &lt;b&gt;but I was a naughty girl and didn't do any work at all &gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my aunt's house after AMK hub, and I was recommended this &lt;b&gt;"A Knight in Shining Armour"&lt;/b&gt; book. I was really skeptical about it at first, I'm not accustomed to reading romance books, I think them useless. But I read it anyway, it was better than doing physics worksheets! It was really sweet, and now I know where Clown gets her tears from hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I don't know why, what really drew me in was that the characters were associated with Elizabethan history (=&gt; stuff about Queen Mary &amp;amp; Queen Elizabeth I) I really like Elizabethan history, is there such a field of profession? Anyway, it was a good read, I took the entire day to read it. If you're interested, it's by Jude Deveraux I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the sound of my brother annoucing that it's &lt;b&gt;pig-out-as-a-family-day&lt;/b&gt; today hahahaha. So we went to IMM and ate korean cuisine! We attempted to shop for clothes after that, but all of us weren't interested.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sister suggested going to Giant for food, and it was a huge success :D In view of the fact that we'll probably be stuck at home for the entire week of holidays, my brother and I totally helped ourselves to the food. Look what I have to eat while I study for the week:&lt;br /&gt;- 30 small packets of Cheese Rings&lt;br /&gt;- 4 chocolate doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;- 1 tub of chocolate icecream&lt;br /&gt;- &gt;6 croissants&lt;br /&gt;- 1 bottle of peach tea&lt;br /&gt;- 1 pack of tapioca chips&lt;br /&gt;- 1 seafood pizza&lt;br /&gt;- 1 chicken sausage pizza&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget it, I shall just put ETCETRA.&lt;br /&gt;Total amounted to $8_.92 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 13 going on 30 later, I'm so going to watch it yay (: But I must finish my SS chapter2 mindmap first. I think this is a very long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said it was okay, you know I did my best. I didn't expect that from you, but I'm sorry I'm such a disgrace. Why don't you yell at me, I think it's better off that way. Much better than sitting in a little corner at night thinking that you're the worst ____ on earth. It's my fault, not yours, I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8493964675258101047?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8493964675258101047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8493964675258101047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8493964675258101047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8493964675258101047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/09/1907.html' title='1/9/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-1147058345271311561</id><published>2007-08-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:44:34.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29/8/07</title><content type='html'>Handover ceremony today was very fast, and I can proudly say I cheered for you Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;But then Chemistry test after that was really horrible, we were cheated of 5 minutes on top of the 5 minutes deducted from everybody. Sickening class clock and sickening teacher. I like didn't complete my paper, and whats more I didn't do the simplest question ): To think I stayed up till ______ to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, we celebrated Claud clown's birthday during recess! Wahlao her cake is damn nice, but very rich. Gave her the necklace from Mary-Anne and I, hope she liked it! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt better after recess, though lessons were like dead boring. Stupid english comprehension test was damn extraaa, but we had orange bowl! (: Amanda is a pig who eats like $1.50. I cleared alot of stuff under my table with the help of my sister yay. &amp; When I was gloating about the fact that I have my own transport and personal servant, Amanda said: "If my brother was a female, he. would. be. here. right. now." Hahaha, that totally cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPR tomorrow, and I'm like going to spend my last few hours on earth studying for chinese prelims tomorrow. I've got twisted logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I want all Harry Potter movies' soundtrackkk! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-1147058345271311561?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/1147058345271311561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=1147058345271311561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1147058345271311561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1147058345271311561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/08/29807.html' title='29/8/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8821096750783811452</id><published>2007-08-24T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:03:57.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rs7RdPFvwPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KlkEuoNafz8/s1600-h/PIC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102245728054395122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rs7RdPFvwPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KlkEuoNafz8/s320/PIC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY TIFFANYYY! Hope you liked the mug that Mary-Anne and I gave you! It's a sign for you to start mugging! Hahaha, love is 2 way! Ra-ta-too-ee is so cute, I only had 2 of those postcards okay! One went to cassandra and the other to YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; stop it hahaha, I'm not emo! I'm just reserved and SHY (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's funny when you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here but all I want&lt;br /&gt;Is to be over there&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let myself believe&lt;br /&gt;Miracles could happen&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;br /&gt;A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;A wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Thats coming true&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I knew the melody&lt;br /&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;br /&gt;And when you smiled&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I could sing along&lt;br /&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your not a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And wishes on a star&lt;br /&gt;Just don't come true&lt;br /&gt;Cause now even I can tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8821096750783811452?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8821096750783811452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8821096750783811452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8821096750783811452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8821096750783811452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-15th-birthday-tiffanyyy-hope-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rs7RdPFvwPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KlkEuoNafz8/s72-c/PIC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8588128241351527987</id><published>2007-08-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:39:06.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/8/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RsxWYGlUpLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rTzfyJXlzh4/s1600-h/PIC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101547449987933362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RsxWYGlUpLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rTzfyJXlzh4/s320/PIC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY KIMBERLYYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like the kitty that Mary-Anne and I bought for you (: &amp; Thank you for the doughnut hahaha! OREOOO IS YUMMYYY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like really going to miss you next year ): But no matter what others say, your decision will affect yourself the most so make the right one! Hahaha, I don't know when you're going to see this, I don't even see you online nowadays ):&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I &lt;3 my standpartner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day because I slept 3 hours, from 4.30pm to 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bad day because I didn't practice my violin although I promised myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, I'm still feeling happy. Although there's still a stranger in my life, I know I have a friend in you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8588128241351527987?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8588128241351527987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8588128241351527987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8588128241351527987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8588128241351527987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/08/22807.html' title='22/8/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RsxWYGlUpLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rTzfyJXlzh4/s72-c/PIC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2042422605578926763</id><published>2007-08-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:57:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16/8/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stranger - Hilary Duff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody believes me when I tell them that you're out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody believes me when I tell them that there's so much you hide.&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a queen when we go out,&lt;br /&gt;wanna show everyone what our love's about.&lt;br /&gt;All wrapped up in me whenever there is a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;But when no ones around;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me, it's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theres a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do,&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room?&lt;br /&gt;You made yourself look perfect in every way,&lt;br /&gt;So when this goes down, I'm the one that will be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;Your plan is working so you can just walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Baby your secret's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me, it's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theres a stranger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do,&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number twohundredandten;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2042422605578926763?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2042422605578926763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2042422605578926763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2042422605578926763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2042422605578926763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/08/16807.html' title='16/8/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2446193032032824830</id><published>2007-08-15T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:02:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/8/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RsLbjL47_FI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pWHkzQqGh_8/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098879125670329426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RsLbjL47_FI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pWHkzQqGh_8/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha we must not tell lies! Xunlin's one is in purple -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RsLalL47_DI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Af7rbPpZnh0/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098878060518439986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RsLalL47_DI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Af7rbPpZnh0/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat did this for me, it looks kinda scary really. "I must not tell lies"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy I had pizza hut for lunch! &amp; I didn't throw up yay. I'm going to like plan my studying schedule now, I'm damn worried for my humanities subjects URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I realised my blog is quite dead, maybe I should just delete it first and revive it like after O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you ever doubt your dream will never come true?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2446193032032824830?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2446193032032824830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2446193032032824830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2446193032032824830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2446193032032824830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/08/15807.html' title='15/8/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RsLbjL47_FI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pWHkzQqGh_8/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-5796628133076414166</id><published>2007-08-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:12:22.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/8/07</title><content type='html'>I had Long John Silvers. &amp; It's back to school tomorrow. I'm currently not in a very good mood. Got nothing done this NDay holiday. Grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling like this, but I guess no matter what you say, I always will. I don't know whether it's your fault or not, but I wish things were back when you weren't _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just shut up and do my homework now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-5796628133076414166?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/5796628133076414166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=5796628133076414166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5796628133076414166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5796628133076414166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/08/12807.html' title='12/8/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4143490201905515825</id><published>2007-08-08T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:23:00.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rrnanr47_CI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9QbsRyyxXQ0/s1600-h/NDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096344828677717026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rrnanr47_CI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9QbsRyyxXQ0/s320/NDay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very fun and crazy day! We sang very very loudly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cause it's my parents 20th wedding annivesary today, we went for dinner at NUSS. It was damn hilarious hahaha. We had swordfish for appetizers! &amp; my grandma is freaking cute I swear. She told my sister indignantly "This restaurant is very horrible, they don't even bother to cook the vegetables! Look at this, it even has funny white sauce on it and the prawn is cold!" Goodness hahaha, that was the salad she was describing. &amp;amp; then it was the soup "AIYOH they on budget ah, put kacang puteh in the soup, no money to buy lotus roots ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the main course. &amp; my sister said "You see, everything in this world revolves around school life. The appetizers are our everyday lessons, the main course represents the exams and dessert is HOLIDAYS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, but dessert was the most HEELARIOUS! Cause it was self-service, I told my sister "Let's share a plate of dessert." She assured me she has exquisite taste and promptly went to get some dessert to share. Guess what, she returned with a couple of crackers (which were meant for decoration) &amp;amp; marshmellows covered with chocolate. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But the funny part has yet to come, my grandma was eyeing the pot of chocolate fondue with doubt in her eyes, and she said "Wow, their red bean soup is very thick! Hmm I must try and see what it's like. Aiyoh, young people nowadays ah, very horrible leh! Dip sweets into red bean soup! Haiyoh, stop playing with your food!!!" Thank goodness we told her it wasn't red bean, or she would have happily scooped herself a bowl of thick swirling chocolate and drink it up -shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way back home, we drove past SIM university. My grandpa said "This is a very good university, you'll must come here and study!" So naturally all of us were like "Singapore institute of management, a very good university?! You've got to be kidding. I'll prefer oxford anytime." &amp; he answered with a damn serious face "But last year I came here to register for an economics course and the clerk just smiled and said they will call me soon to tell me if my application was successful. But one year already, still no phone call! See, they most be in high demand that's why even I can't qualify." -cues my sister, deliberately turning and whacking her head against the car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, my family can be so silly sometimes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4143490201905515825?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4143490201905515825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4143490201905515825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4143490201905515825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4143490201905515825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/08/nday.html' title='NDAY'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rrnanr47_CI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9QbsRyyxXQ0/s72-c/NDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2676491968199131973</id><published>2007-08-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:10:41.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.free-codecs.com/posters/wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.free-codecs.com/posters/wild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched The Wild. It's old, I know. But it's damn cute and it's a good way to de-stress! Not that I need to, but well hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RrSFy747_BI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6_UpVAkSxd4/s1600-h/the+wild+-+koala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094844188579331090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RrSFy747_BI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6_UpVAkSxd4/s320/the+wild+-+koala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture so does not give justice to this super cute and adorable koala. I like it the most, too bad there aren't monkeys in the movie!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I notice I like animals with huge ears -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.ledebugger.com/images/Cinema/Simpsons_Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blog.ledebugger.com/images/Cinema/Simpsons_Movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I watched The Simpsons Movie with my aunt after Strings yesterday. It was really hilarious. By the way, that doughnut looks yummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/the_simpsons/Images/bart-simpson-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/the_simpsons/Images/bart-simpson-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum didn't want my sis to come along with us to watch the movie, so she told her "The movie is NC16. Your sister can pass as a 16 year old, you definitely can't. Now go and do your math assessment unit 9."&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I see why it's "NC16". I have decided to re-rate it though. It's more like NK10, no kids under 10. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todaysthv.com/assetpool/images/077116625_simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.todaysthv.com/assetpool/images/077116625_simpsons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The males in this family slouch real bad. &amp; they never change clothes. Oh well, they're just an ordinary family in ordinary springville! Hahaha, this movie promotes "Save the environment, don't litter in the river." Oh, and if you do watch the movie, remember to stay and watch the credits! There's a short, but extremely hilarious part at the back. It's kinda true in a way hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay now I feel doubly guilty. &amp; holey moley I haven't done any work nor practice my violin. I slept at 3am yesterday and woke up at 2pm today! This is the life man hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; oh, there's Mulan later, at 11pm :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2676491968199131973?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2676491968199131973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2676491968199131973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2676491968199131973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2676491968199131973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-watched-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RrSFy747_BI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6_UpVAkSxd4/s72-c/the+wild+-+koala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-1507198947696023990</id><published>2007-07-28T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:58:04.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28/7/07</title><content type='html'>Draco Malfoy was on screen for 10 seconds. Cho Chang is fatter than ever. Ron looks like a dog who needs a haircut. Harry, on the other hand, probably got over-shaved.&lt;br /&gt;Sirius probably finally realised shaving is essential in life. Dumbledore has a pot belly (did they mention that in the book?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;b&gt;Hermione, Ginny &amp; Tonks&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Big Mama 2 from 3am - 5am, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? OHMYGOD ITS EIGHT THIRTY! I'M SO SORRY MRS TAN, HOW HOW HOW!" Great to hear Mrs Tan's voice first thing in the morning. I bloody hell overslept /: Late for CIP at kwong wai sin hospital. Met Lianna and we talked to this old aunty before meeting up with the origami people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chinese: "Next time you come, you buy $1 Chee Cheong Fun for me can? I very long never eat already, I'm always so hungry here. It'll be so wonderful to taste Chee Cheong Fun, only $1!"&lt;br /&gt;Those words hit home alright. Surprising how I've never noticed any of these little things in life. CheeCheongFan, Chicken Rice, Ang Ku Kueh. When did I last eat these? Probably yesterday. At times, I've even pushed these delicacies away. I'll only miss them when I can't have them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs with Amanda Lianna HuiTing MeiQin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seems like your SIM card has been locked by accident. &lt;em&gt;Try not to off your phone in the future&lt;/em&gt;, perhaps it triggered off Singtel's security system. Sorry kiddo, if you want a SIM card replacement, I need your sponsor (In other words, your father) to be here although the phone is under your name. Come again tomorrow. ... Next!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly like Fall Out Boy alot. Maybe because whenever I play their cd, the first line I hear is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, Seasons change but people don't;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-1507198947696023990?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/1507198947696023990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=1507198947696023990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1507198947696023990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1507198947696023990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/28707.html' title='28/7/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-3902358904411460536</id><published>2007-07-21T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:20:18.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAT'S BDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RqIHlr47_AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WX3sSrOiHqo/s1600-h/PIC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089638872900172802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RqIHlr47_AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WX3sSrOiHqo/s320/PIC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATALIE LOVE ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;This post is like specially for you :O Because you were there when nobody else was (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-3902358904411460536?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/3902358904411460536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=3902358904411460536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3902358904411460536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/3902358904411460536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/nats-bday.html' title='NAT&apos;S BDAY'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RqIHlr47_AI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WX3sSrOiHqo/s72-c/PIC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-5520834576631902419</id><published>2007-07-19T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:04:08.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19/7/07</title><content type='html'>I was quiet early this morning because of _______________________.&lt;br /&gt;I was even quieter approaching noon because of __________________.&lt;br /&gt;I was a mute at noon because of _____________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow (I don't know how), Nat cheered me up a little. Maybe because that naughty girl wrote on my left hand "Jessica thinks Natalie rocks" and a smiley face that turned out looking like that :( , which kind of made me smile. Ironically, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Success&lt;/b&gt; is never final,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Failure&lt;/b&gt; is never fatal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courage&lt;/b&gt; is what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy words, but it's near impossible to believe in them. Why is it so hard to learn from one's mistakes and failures, why do things have to be so inhumanely cruel, why doesn't anything work out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my fairy godmother &lt;em&gt;(who will never appear)&lt;/em&gt; to whisk me away into a pumpkin carriage &lt;em&gt;(which will never exist)&lt;/em&gt; and let me live a life of fantasy &lt;em&gt;(when will that be?)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing but a &lt;u&gt;heartache&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing but a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;mistake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-5520834576631902419?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/5520834576631902419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=5520834576631902419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5520834576631902419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5520834576631902419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/19707.html' title='19/7/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2213074495093053453</id><published>2007-07-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:32:11.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET FIFTEEN &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_nJ5RMCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AaEFdY8TKg4/s1600-h/Father.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087800514692853794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_nJ5RMCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AaEFdY8TKg4/s320/Father.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this monkeyyy! So retarded. Thank you Mary-Anne! I'm going to sleep with it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_np5RMDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5ROKApQ3c3A/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087800523282788402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_np5RMDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5ROKApQ3c3A/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you YueXiu! For that wallet which is supposed to look like a monkey hahahah. &amp; I love that bookmark!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_oZ5RMEI/AAAAAAAAAII/4NdY6s9GB6A/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087800536167690306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_oZ5RMEI/AAAAAAAAAII/4NdY6s9GB6A/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Anna Diana Natalie ChiaErn HuiTing Lianna for this retarded head-shaking monkey! It's solar powered hahahahaha. It's so cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_pZ5RMFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mojaSfc7tMo/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087800553347559506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_pZ5RMFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mojaSfc7tMo/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Joey partner, you actually remembered my bday!! -claps for you. I like the monkey alot, it's so retarded when it vibrates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_p55RMGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tbHaX4E5SHw/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087800561937494114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_p55RMGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tbHaX4E5SHw/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Amanda Cassandra WenMan for the mug! Although I spent 5 minutes wondering how to take off the cover hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing here, there's physics test tomorrow and I haven't started studying. But afterall, this is only once a year :D&lt;br /&gt;But I'd better study for physics test ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my bday present from kimberlu teehee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2213074495093053453?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2213074495093053453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2213074495093053453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2213074495093053453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2213074495093053453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweet-fifteen-3.html' title='SWEET FIFTEEN &lt;3'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rpt_nJ5RMCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AaEFdY8TKg4/s72-c/Father.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-1078319820787183491</id><published>2007-07-14T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:07:38.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14/6/07</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Friday the 13th, it was bad alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off quite good, except that my temperature was 37.5 degree celcius. Lianna and Amanda just &lt;b&gt;had to&lt;/b&gt; tell mrs tan /: Well, at least nobody attempted to send me home!! :D then recess was spent mugging with Lianna Amanda Mary-Anne Natalie, not very productive I must say. Rushed back to class for photo-taking, and we just took 3 of the same shots because we ran out of time -.- Could have done better for chemistry test, sigh. &amp; my math is seriously going down the drain doubt anybody will understand though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was orange bowl :D Haven't eaten it for a long long long time so I guess it was quite refreshing (: String was quite... don't know. My headache started to develop during sectionals, and once again, the orchestra just won't shut up. Claudice &amp;amp; WenMannn don't feel so sad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I felt like a spoilt kid for like half of yesterday hahaha. I just told WenMan "I want a pompom monkey!" And she went to get one for me, &lt;em&gt;awwww&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Thank you WenMannnn!&lt;/b&gt; Then after lunch Amanda went to buy Mars Bars. I just went "I want one!" and she gave one to me hahaha. &lt;b&gt;Thank you Amanda boody pooty!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todayyy was spent reading and reading and reading. I woke up and started reading my book (The one that Claud said was sadistic -.-) from 10-3pm :D The storyline was damn complex with many twists and turns and going back in time. But it was a good read, cause it was very nice and really got your mind working. It was rather sad though, and involved alot of mentally unstable people eek. &lt;em&gt;Murderrrrr&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha, now I'm starting on another book by the same author :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how much I try,&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to make me feel stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-1078319820787183491?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/1078319820787183491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=1078319820787183491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1078319820787183491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1078319820787183491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/14607.html' title='14/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4587815432164081126</id><published>2007-07-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:39:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe String wasn't that bad afterall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected String to be a drag as usual, with me sitting in some secluded corner trying to entertain myself by scrutinising the score. Buttt, today was much better cause we played &lt;b&gt;Respighi&lt;/b&gt;, though only the 4th movement. Anyway blah blah, I was more cheery today I guess. Bimbo was pissed in like the first half of cca, it felt so weird trying to cheer her up. Its usually the other way round hahahaha. But the day ended with Bimbo and her can-can as usual (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for going for chemistry remedial, I ended reading my storybook right infront of Johnny Hoo. I totally lack discipline, and I really do hope I get some &lt;u&gt;serious&lt;/u&gt; studying done with Amanda Boody Pooty + Yellows tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Although I seriously seriously doubt it hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like suppose to do Physics now. &amp; I owe Grace Bimbo Smarty her birthday card! Sighhh, I feel so sian now that I'm back home. No Bimbo to distract me, no Amanda to make stupid faces, no WenMan to be extremely nice, no WengJun to remind me its her birthday etc. All I've got is this stinking, and ever-growing, pile of homework /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; It was just a beautiful lie;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4587815432164081126?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4587815432164081126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4587815432164081126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4587815432164081126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4587815432164081126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/maybe-string-wasnt-that-bad-afterall-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6785135613484152493</id><published>2007-07-08T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:43:49.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RpDKMlsxyVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tbo5MBgOuwE/s1600-h/PIC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084786296928454994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RpDKMlsxyVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tbo5MBgOuwE/s320/PIC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRACE BIMBO SMARTY! You know how contradicting that sounds, hahahaha. Bimbos aren't suppose to be smart! But I love you anywayyy and that must be your greatest present!! I owe you millions billions zillions for listening to all my crap, worries, complains, etcetra etcetra hahahaha. You're one of those I trust most, and may your day be filled with my love for you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RpDKM1sxyWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HBOVxo6DuLs/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084786301223422306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RpDKM1sxyWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HBOVxo6DuLs/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON! Birthday boys don't cry dear, hahahaha. I really hope you like your aeroplane/helicopter/some flying thingy. Just remember that it's fragile and you can't sit on it / crash it into the wall / vent your frustration on it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RpDKNVsxyXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FDuFAnt1roo/s1600-h/squashed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084786309813356914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RpDKNVsxyXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FDuFAnt1roo/s320/squashed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTABEL! Although I really doubt you'll see this hahaha. Of course I remembered your birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RpDKNlsxyYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RsvdIZt5c8o/s1600-h/PIC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084786314108324226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RpDKNlsxyYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RsvdIZt5c8o/s320/PIC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hahahaha don't worry it's not Mary-Anne's birthday :D But anywayyy thank you Mary-Anne cause I feel alot alot better now! Somehow when I think back on it, it seems kind of stupid to even think that __________. Cause I know all of them really didn't mean it, but I just can't help feeling that __________________. But that's like 2 out of don't know how many, so hahahaha. I love you alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought something for Amanda &amp; Mary-Anne from the Dover Park MRT station's provision shop :D Stupid Amanda boody pooty insists that I write her a really long letter. &amp;amp; on top of it, I owe YueXiu a non-emo letter and Grace her birthday card!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention homeworkkk and omgz PHYSICS. Amanda boody pooty, you promised to stay back on wednesday with me to study!! Hahahaha, anyway this wednesday is like some mass yellow day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Nat, I think you need engwish tuition. It's cloZe passage, not cloSe passage hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really can't help wondering if __________, but somehow it doesn't seem to matter much now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6785135613484152493?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6785135613484152493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6785135613484152493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6785135613484152493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6785135613484152493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-grace-bimbo-smarty-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RpDKMlsxyVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tbo5MBgOuwE/s72-c/PIC_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6447620889186205742</id><published>2007-07-06T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:02:50.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even if I don't show it, I feel as ____ as you, you, you and you. Okay maybe there should be more you(s). But everybody's reactions, actions etc make me feel really _______. It's &lt;b&gt;as if&lt;/b&gt; my mother just died (touch wood!!), but you'll are the ones crying and mourning. I'm not saying that I should be the only sad one, but well you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that I was who I am, that I've been accepted as me mine myself. I thought I was &lt;em&gt;out in the sun, in the fun&lt;/em&gt;. But I guess I've always been in ___ shadow, holding a torchlight and telling myself it's the sun. Sometimes I really wonder if it hadn't been for ______, will y'all even ______________?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo helped a little, although I didn't tell her everything. I got so close to telling &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, but I'm kinda glad you had to go. I would have felt so dumb if I did.&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks have really shown me who I'm really seen as. In all of your eyes, I'm not Jessica, I'm just _______________. Maybe I'm just thinking too much, maybe the sun just shines 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because now the torchlight has finally ran out of batteries and I'm left stranded in the dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6447620889186205742?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6447620889186205742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6447620889186205742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6447620889186205742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6447620889186205742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/even-if-i-dont-show-it-i-feel-as-as-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8603902384574846980</id><published>2007-07-04T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:53:43.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4/7/07</title><content type='html'>Chinese oral is over, what a relief. I don't know if it was screwed or not, but I guessed quite a few words in the passage. &amp; the luntan part was horrid, I didn't know why the examiners keep asking me questions when I had so much to say. Not like I paused for more than 5 seconds or something. And I swear they need to be taught some manners, and not cut a student off in mid-sentence with a cold, thank-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then sent WengJun home since I met her on the way out and goodness me, my sister joined Choir. She and I so have nothing in common. Okay, except for the fact that she &lt;u&gt;claims&lt;/u&gt; she likes: monkeys, the colour yellow, mathematics, and mystery books; When she so &lt;b&gt;obviously loves&lt;/b&gt;: cows, the colour baby pink, not a single subject, and romance books. And yes, she is only &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;nine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; years old. Sometimes, she makes me feel childish kajfdnkgj.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm not saying you have to read romance books to be mature, don't get the wrong idea. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway AMaths and San Guo Yan Yi test tomorrow, &lt;em&gt;somebodykillmeplease&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp; oh bravo, I can't wait for that super challenging pure geography test TSW set for us. It's on friday bloody shit. By the way have I mentioned that I haven't gotten past the first chapter of sanguoyanyi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberlu (oh look, nice name) claims I'm having menopause but I doubt so hahahaha. I think I'm still in possession of a healthy body which, well, operates like it should. I'm just mentally down, and the fact that I know what present Kimberlu is going to give me doesn't seem to produce a jumping-for-joy Jessica. By the way Kimberlu, my birthday is on the 16th, and its only 4th July! Oh well, too bad you love me too much teehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so randomly organised I don't know what I've typed. But I should go and bury my head in math assessments soon. Well okay fine, now.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;loving someone that's in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the last 3 years like I did,&lt;br /&gt;I could never see us ending like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you&lt;br /&gt;If you just don't talk to me, babe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8603902384574846980?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8603902384574846980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8603902384574846980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8603902384574846980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8603902384574846980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/4707.html' title='4/7/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6199520534037898623</id><published>2007-07-02T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:48:06.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, I don't even recognise myself now. I get angry over nothing, and I'm passive about happy things. I need to go and look for myself, back in the past, back when these snide thoughts haven't crept up on me. How funny, I've always thought that I've finally matured. But I haven't, and maybe I never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've been a good girl, but it seems like eternity since you last yelled at me. Have I frustrated you so much that you don't even want to care anymore? I know I've always blamed you for all these academic glitches, things that I can't achieve. Back then, I told you I didn't want them and now I do. Please don't take them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Even my monkeys don't even seem to smile at me anymore. What was a smile is now a scowl. I don't know what I'm doing, and I want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6199520534037898623?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6199520534037898623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6199520534037898623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6199520534037898623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6199520534037898623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hope-you-know-i-hope-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-5712557358691160003</id><published>2007-07-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:32:28.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/7/06</title><content type='html'>I feel happier, I've got some stuff sorted out. :D I'm currently eating Nata De Coco and have I mentioned that I grew 0.4cm and gained 0.2 kg!!! That's something to celebrate about at least. Oh grandparents just came back with more food, oh the joy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog about, just that Sarah Rayne is currently my favourite-est author (: Her stories are gory, grotesque and totally gross. The 3 Gs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I'll put in that effort, even if I haven't done so for the past don't know how long. But you know I'll never want you to just walk out of my life like that. Go for what you want, do what you want. It's your life, your way and there's no need for guilt. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-5712557358691160003?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/5712557358691160003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=5712557358691160003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5712557358691160003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5712557358691160003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/07/1706.html' title='1/7/06'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-105083689065425399</id><published>2007-06-29T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:47:31.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29/6/07</title><content type='html'>Everyone's sad and &lt;em&gt;dee-vase-stay-ted&lt;/em&gt; over the Mary-Anne thing, but I'm not and I wonder why? Maybe because I've always been expecting it in some way or another. Cassandra is especially sad, not a surprise. Darling Bimbo is &lt;b&gt;heartbroken&lt;/b&gt;, like literally. -imitates Bimbo's hand action hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I returned everybody money!! So now everyone has claimed from the string fund except for me myself hahaha. Stupid Cassandra refused to take the money, I had to force her -.- I won the scissors paper stone fair and square hahahaha. Fancy chasing somebody around the mep rooms, to &lt;b&gt;give&lt;/b&gt; her money and not to &lt;u&gt;get&lt;/u&gt; money from her -.- Oh well, now string fund has like what, $20? So don't bother to rob me, its not worth it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing up was super fun, Bimbo was heeeee-larious as usual :D She fell over while attempting to do her can-can dance. It must be God's will Bimbo (: I just realised I left YueXiu's cd in my violin case which was the only place which had the most protection for her precious darling cd. &amp; I didn't bring my violin home! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like talking to YueXiu / Clowndice / Bimbo &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;. Where are they ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked with Bimbo out to Macs since both our mothers were not very punctual today. And today of all days! We all had to evacuate the school at like 7pm, what rubbish. Bimbo felt like peeing after she heard me pee, and she had already pee-d before me hahaha. Happy times heelarious times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bizarre and gross and nasty and totally eew happened to me on tuesday night. I feel violated. I was raped by a fly! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house tomorrow is going to be quite boring and sian and tiring I think.&lt;br /&gt;But Bimbo and her stoopid antics never fail to make me smile even when I'm feeling down down down (: And Bimbo is actually a very &lt;em&gt;guai&lt;/em&gt; girl! I must give her credit for that hahahah :D Seems like both our problems seem to be about social life and most importantly, studies! Bimbo, being guai / smart is not a crime (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can't help loving you damnit hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big girls don't cry;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-105083689065425399?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/105083689065425399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=105083689065425399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/105083689065425399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/105083689065425399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/29607.html' title='29/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4791046867701700904</id><published>2007-06-26T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:03:14.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26/06/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Panadol Actifast&lt;/u&gt; is &lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; pill to take when you've got a headache. Remind me to buy some for the MEP room when theres enough money in the fund hahaha. I feel loads better mannnn! Although I have a sinking feeling the headache will come back later in the night, it &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thank you &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YELLOW STRINGOs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, for tolerating my bad mood, and putting up with my super super grouchy and &lt;em&gt;bushuang&lt;/em&gt; face :D Anyway, haven't had time to blog yesterday since I made it home at like 9.30++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was wonderful (minus the fact that I'm not used to not having 14 hours of sleep and abstaining from snacks every half hour or so) I love my new seat, its simply wunnerful (: I'm sitting next to Lianna &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; behind Amanda! Am I most fortunate or what :D Anyway a very super random snippet of conversation between Lianna and me, which I have found to be increasingly hilarious and perplexing hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianna: -mutters something inaudible which sounded like where to draw the tangent-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Did you say something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianna: Not talking to you luh, who wants to talk to you! Talking to myself only cannot arh.&lt;br /&gt;...One minute later...&lt;br /&gt;Lianna: Hmm what is the scale for this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: -ignores her on the assumption that shes talking to herself once more-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianna: OI WHY YOU SO RUDE NEVER REPLY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda was just Amanda and Lamepok was just... Lamepok hahha. MEP was a blast with loads of nonsense with YueXiu Mary-Anne Bimbo hahahaha! Grace's fan club. President is Mary-Anne, and I'm the bloody tourguide for her Museum of wonders and awe -.- I always end up with something crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RoEMGZ950OI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lysKLr-Z55E/s1600-h/automated+message.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080355158839906530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RoEMGZ950OI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lysKLr-Z55E/s320/automated+message.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RoEMGZ950PI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ahvjd0EpfeE/s1600-h/sicko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080355158839906546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RoEMGZ950PI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ahvjd0EpfeE/s320/sicko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo is hilarious and jawdroppingly STOOOPID. Hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started off alright, chinese was slack and math was boring. Can we just stop doing Kinematics please. We do Kinematics in &lt;u&gt;both&lt;/u&gt; physics and maths! &amp; now, we're going to do kinetic particle theory in &lt;u&gt;both&lt;/u&gt; chem and physics! Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNSW was rubbish with me scribbling what seems like a pointless arguement with no content. String started off alright although sectionals were dead boring as usual. Then I had this horrible throbbing headache during orchestra practice when HuiTing conducted today :D The MEP room felt like a disco room. My head was throbbing like mad, it felt like there was a rock band inside of me. My eyes were unfocused and at times, it seemed like everyone was spinning. The orchestra just refused to shut the hell up and give me some peace. The music notes seemed uglier than daugays/beansprouts and they took hell long to decide what piece they wanted to play etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeling better now, fit enough for homework! :O By the way have I mentioned that Olivia the blue badge level co is shockingly efficient!! Goodness lah, she scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, I better tackle my chemistry worksheets now /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4791046867701700904?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4791046867701700904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4791046867701700904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4791046867701700904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4791046867701700904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/260607.html' title='26/06/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RoEMGZ950OI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lysKLr-Z55E/s72-c/automated+message.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2715156570464131082</id><published>2007-06-22T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:37:38.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/6/07</title><content type='html'>It's officially 2 days left till school reopens. &amp; this is what I have left to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;! Chinese Mid Year Review. Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;! Chinese Mid Year Review Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! Chinese book reviews&lt;br /&gt;! Study for san guo yan yi test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;! History SourceBased questions&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;! Pure geography O level questions (Thanks alot, TSW)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;! Physics Mid Year Review&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;! Chemistry MCQ and stuctured questions WS. (Particulate nature of matter &amp;amp; Mole Concept)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;! Study kinetic particle theory or something that sounds like that.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! Focus on Comprehension unit 9&lt;br /&gt;! Prepare debate stuff (What gibberish)&lt;br /&gt;! English UNSW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually promised myself to revise pure geography, physics and reorganise my mep notes. But well, with so little time and so much left to complete, I shall just forget it. I totally lack discipline, and now I don't even know how to do my chemistry worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just locked myself in my room and resigned myself to the fact that I'm going to spend the last 3 days of my holidays doing homework. That's what you get from procrastinating. Looks like I'm in the same boat as Bimbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just remembered, I have a SOS hotline whenever I can't do my homework. Phew (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2715156570464131082?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2715156570464131082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2715156570464131082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2715156570464131082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2715156570464131082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/22607.html' title='22/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8363255565711273902</id><published>2007-06-21T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T14:11:27.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21/6/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RnoSVp950NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WaFuX21t820/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078391693065703634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RnoSVp950NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WaFuX21t820/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAMEPOK AKA HUITING! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, I'm really not angry with anybody!! Stop apologising or I'm going to stuff cake into your face hahaha. That cake Lamepok is holding looks good :D I was just feeling very reflective in my previous post. Hahaha, like a refractory material!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I babbling hahaha. Oh yes, I just remembered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIMBO, DO YOUR HOMEWORK!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I guess I &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; angry with somebody...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody hell, Chemistry teachers are the ___ man. So much homework! Somemore never teach the topic before then want us to do the worksheet already. Faljksfndskjf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm never going to be able to finish my homework. &amp; I'm only sec3, I'll just die next year. Excuse me while I go and write my will now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8363255565711273902?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8363255565711273902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8363255565711273902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8363255565711273902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8363255565711273902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/21607.html' title='21/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RnoSVp950NI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WaFuX21t820/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2337437042410286275</id><published>2007-06-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:12:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19/6/07</title><content type='html'>Seemed like it took us years to plan the &lt;b&gt;String Camp&lt;/b&gt;, but it was over in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was most tiring, we did alot alot of water balloons. I kinda felt very very bad cause it was Fathers' Day and I wasn't there to join him for dinner and stuff /: The stupid water balloons kept popping, much to our exasperation. I hate knotting balloons ): Mash potatoes are tasty and ChinCao may look gross, but its very appetizing okay! Then anyway we went to AMK Hub and got all the stuff blah blah. The spaghetti Cassandra's mother made was very delicious! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a hurry-prepare-everything day. Met at 7am at school, then followed Cassandra to her house to get all the groceries and stuff. I carried the bucket of balloons all the way to school, and they all pop pop pop along the way &gt;:/ I started with a basin of balloons, but ended up with a basin of water argh. Then we tried to prepare the grids and stuff, but no masking tape grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway start of camp was well.. alright I guess. Sectionals were dead boring /: Lunch was nice!! Yay hayyyyy, blue badges said it was very nice :D At least the money spent was worthwhile, but we had alot alot of leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a most wunnerful &lt;em&gt;Moral Education&lt;/em&gt;, not going into details... &lt;em&gt;You know what I'm talking about right.&lt;/em&gt; Sheesh can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then we had one half hour of orchestra practice instead of three hours hahaha. MrChan was super slack and our pieces were boring /: Games Comm took the extra time they had to go prepare the games... Leaving me stranded with Lamepok for like almost an hour. It was hell, I swear. I probably had the word &lt;u&gt;LAME&lt;/u&gt; written on my face hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt;, the Games Comm were ready. Got the blue and green badges to the forum where the unlucky groups cooked for very very long. Shit, Group5 we forgot to take the photo )':&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised we forgot to tell Miss Quek that we've started our games. Huiting and I got a lecture, but Miss Quek was quite forgiving in the end I guess? /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that when we returned to the basketball court, they started playing battleship already. I badly wanted to play battleshippp ): Then after that I was in a very super extremely bad mood. Because of _________________________________ and of course, my untimely cramps. I'm a bloody suay person I tell you. And its really very bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while my cramps subsided and I thought some things through. Just decided that some things can't be helped, there will always have to be someone to do the dirty work anyway. I'm just one of those unlucky enough to get to do it one time too many. &amp; well, no point spoiling the spirit of String Camp because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheered up alot after bathing. WenMan's hair got caught in her comb yikes /: Then went to Macs where they bought a cake for HuiTing and HuiTing went all red when we started singing hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize giving was well, noisy. Then its movies time! Okay luh, korean movies aren't that bad. 200 pounds beauty was very nice! Clown has too much tears to spare hahaha. Finding Nemo was more effective than a lullaby, I felt so sleepy after that! So much for staying up all night hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at seven the today and went to get fresh milk from 7eleven. I got myself a mini carton of banana milk :D Nothing much went on after that, orchestra practice was yikes. Dvorak is damn difficult to just sight-read on the spot. I want to play Respighi! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was break camp. Bimbo Clown WenMan Cassandra and I had pizza in the school canteen. Conversation with the pizza guy was hilarious hahaha. Then Debbie came along and helped us with our many barang barang. The pig helped herself to pizza hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my treasurer basket alot, thank you JoHsi! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2337437042410286275?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2337437042410286275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2337437042410286275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2337437042410286275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2337437042410286275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/19607.html' title='19/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4170657333809980760</id><published>2007-06-15T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:14:23.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15/6/07</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;u&gt;pointless&lt;/u&gt;, thanks alot ---.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we couldn't clean up the ___room, we went for lunch at &lt;b&gt;Botak Jones&lt;/b&gt; instead. Wahlao, there were damn alot of fries! But its unique, though the prices were a little too steep for a coffeeshop haha. Shared some Cajun Chicken thingy with Mary-Anne, who experimented with mustard sauce yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Amanda Cassandra and I walked back to school, despite the blazing hot sun :D WengJun WenMan Mary-Anne, the &lt;em&gt;gu-niangs&lt;/em&gt;, took the bus instead -.- We confirmed the toilet and games stuff, but not the food stuff /: I had my milo dino, and it was so hard to convince WenMan to go into the hot sun again hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Sheng Siong, the six of us all in school uniform. We took 3 baskets, and filled them to the brim hahaha. We bought alot of random stuff, and it all amounted to a shocking $___! I think we're the level which is going to spend the most money hahaha. We bought this apple juice to share, the Valley Fresh apple juice. -.- It was &lt;b&gt;very fresh&lt;/b&gt;, indeed. Mary-Anne and I bought cup noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 6 of us proceeded to play with water bombs hahaha. Aw man, the water bombs worked on the walls, floors, grass but not on humans! Hahaha, then WengJun took the bus to YCK mrt, while I accompanied Mary-Anne to AMK mrt. Eeek, bukit batok is so far away wahlao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy! The moment I reached home, I had this throbbing headache. Thank goodness I had cup noodles, cause I was in no state for dinner. I slept from 7.30 - 9.30. I logged on to the computer to scan in the reciept in case it fades away / gets lost. That reciept is damn freaking precious, because I spent the last of my savings on it. WenMan and Cass would need their money back too. Ohman, $___!!! I photocopied it too, I'm &lt;b&gt;kiasu&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headache is not exactly totally gone, my head is still throbbing real bad /: &amp; I swear I'm the unluckiest girl on earth cause I'm having the time of the month now. It bloody hell just started, and String Camp is only 3 days away! Gakjsnskjfn, I want to participate in the water games! &amp;amp; I shall :D Therefore games comm, please wet the upper part of my body only hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek, better attack my homework now. Water-bomb making session at Cassandra's house on sundayyy! They'd better be able to burst on humans hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4170657333809980760?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4170657333809980760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4170657333809980760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4170657333809980760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4170657333809980760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/15607.html' title='15/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-695349789453621065</id><published>2007-06-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:36:30.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/6/07</title><content type='html'>Because I desperately want to grow taller / gain weight, I'm on this latest &lt;b&gt;binge-on-the-right-food&lt;/b&gt; policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jessica's 3 easy steps to growing taller / gaining more weight:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Drink at least 4 glasses of milk a day. (I prefer them flavoured. Banana is my latest favourite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stock up on cheese, bread and ham / hotdog. When your mouth starts itching for food, you can make yourself a sandwich instead of digging into those salty pringles. (Although it shouldn't hurt to do it once in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) To grow taller, accompany your sister while she does her skipping downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;To gain weight, sit on your butt and do your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah! Not only do you gain weight / grow taller, you also get to do your homework / spend quality time with your sister! How about that aye? Thats called growing both ways with one policy (Ahem, note how similar it is to killing two birds with one stone hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Okay anyway, on a more irritated note:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has been forcing us to watch those silly chinese documentaries about... (well you've guessed it) China. &amp;amp; what's worse, she doesn't even leave us alone to try and enjoy the show. But instead, she sits at one side, and does her own narrating with that fake china accent. Ugh! C'mon, you're just destroying my relationship with chinese, which has seriously improved over term2 I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Okay anyway, on a sadder note:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get damn affected when a story / movie doesn't have a happy ending. Like Pirates3, I just couldn't understand why Elizabeth didn't hop onto the boat with uh, whats-his-name, Will Turner.&lt;br /&gt;Alright nevermind that, I just read this book named "Imperial Spy" today. Sad ending too, and I've been in a rather sian mood. Alright, plot outline:&lt;br /&gt;- Spy was sent on a mission&lt;br /&gt;- Handsome young rich guy insisted on following her and did alot of stupid, life-threatening stuff to impress the spy (Stupid guy, but nevertheless.)&lt;br /&gt;- Spy used rich guy as bait for the murderer / assassin she's supposed to capture. Thought she could protect him, but got tricked by the cunning assassin. Rich guy poisoned and died infront of her.&lt;br /&gt;- Spy continued on mission after abit of tears,&lt;br /&gt;- Face-to-face encounter with assassin, and duh she lost.&lt;br /&gt;- Spy injured, almost died. But thanks to brave young soldier, she lived.&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's a second book, I'm currently wondering how to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, I crap alot. Guess what I've managed to finish today? That book and gong1han2. I need to accelerate, I've been going at constant velocity for too long. Ohman, why am I talking Physics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow had better be a good day. Well I'm sure it would be because: Yellow Comm's first official meeting at Nat's &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-695349789453621065?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/695349789453621065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=695349789453621065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/695349789453621065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/695349789453621065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/12607.html' title='12/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2626199244177587779</id><published>2007-06-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:37:37.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/6/07</title><content type='html'>Guess what I've managed to complete over the last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Okay this is what I have left&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;! Chinese Mid Year Review. Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! Chinese Mid Year Review Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;! Chinese book reviews&lt;br /&gt;! Study for san guo yan yi test&lt;br /&gt;! History SourceBased questions&lt;br /&gt;! Pure geography O level questions (Thanks alot, TSW)&lt;br /&gt;! Physics Mid Year Review&lt;br /&gt;! Chemistry MCQ and stuctured questions WS.&lt;br /&gt;! Study kinetic particle theory or something that sounds like that.&lt;br /&gt;! Focus on Comprehension unit 9&lt;br /&gt;! Prepare debate stuff (What gibberish)&lt;br /&gt;! English UNSW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I've completed... one. One pathetic assignment. In seven days.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be serious and stop digressing when doing my work /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;em&gt;Just Follow Law&lt;/em&gt;. It was funny, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay crap, my mum is now forcing us to watch some documentary in chinese. I mean c'mon, you think it'll work if you force us like that? You made me hate chinese, and now that I'm starting to be on good terms with it again, you have to blow it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I in such a bad mood. Sheesh, why do I bother blogging, I should just delete this blog. Like anybody reads it anyway. Haskjfndskjfnsdjkg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2626199244177587779?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2626199244177587779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2626199244177587779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2626199244177587779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2626199244177587779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/11607.html' title='11/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-7572709498447494361</id><published>2007-06-08T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:30:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8/6/07</title><content type='html'>Today was funnn! I had breakfast at home, then met Cass &amp; Wenman at Macs where I had breakfast again :D (One of the reasons why today was wonderful)&lt;br /&gt;We discussed alot of stuff, even though they are not about food hahahah :D Then we went to the stationery shop where I got myself a foolscrap and my sister that exercise book I wanted. Next time I go there, I shall buy the monkey phone pet for my handphone. Meanwhile though, I'll use Yellow Boy's sister. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to school! We went into the mep room which was empty and horror of horrors, we saw two dead cockroaches. One behind the door and I think we squashed it which explains its uh, crooked head. The other one was near the piano and it was upside down urgh. Cassandra the brave picked them up! Hahaha, we must have been a sight, screaming at a dead cockroach. &amp;amp; then I was telling WenMan I didn't know how to function the zoom in and out thingy on my phone's camera so she teached me. &amp; While doing so, she took a photo of Cassandra playing sudoku on WenMan's phone.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. View at your own risk hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rmk7_5950LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e1lgse0L4lA/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073652424287834290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rmk7_5950LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e1lgse0L4lA/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then we went to the canteen! WenMan and I had orange bowl while Cass went to practice the dance thingy with the PMB. She looked so cute. Then we asked the stall beside orange bowl about their catering services. $2 per person too expensive? I wouldn't think so. But we never know what &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cass went for her PMB stuff and WenMan &amp; I decided to attempt some homework while waiting for the weather to be less hot. Physics was rubbish, we kept skipping questions hahaha. In the end, we did other stuff instead. WenMan gave me a magnetic bookmark! Something I've wanted for really long :D Piglettt &amp;amp; Pooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rmk7_5950MI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6f7Zo0lll-0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073652424287834306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rmk7_5950MI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6f7Zo0lll-0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WenMan walked home with me, awww. Hahaha, I was contemplating whether to take off my shoes and socks and suntan my feet. They are like shocking white. I need to suntan my feet, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall really be serious and try to do that Physics MYR. I wonder whats for dinner though hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-7572709498447494361?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/7572709498447494361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=7572709498447494361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7572709498447494361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7572709498447494361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/8607.html' title='8/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rmk7_5950LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e1lgse0L4lA/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-563987025620625180</id><published>2007-06-07T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:01:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7/6/07</title><content type='html'>A series of unfortunate events, hahaha. &amp; When you have too many conversation windows popping out in your face, this always happens: You type the wrong thing in the wrong convo at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a two way thing! Hahaha, talking to tiffany is always refreshing, fun and damn comforting. &amp; She makes damn alot of sense... online. Hahaha tiffany, love is a two way two way thing! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself to do my homework, and all I've done, is read through them. I can't decide which one to do first! Hehe. Jessica you'd better start soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Macdonalds with WenMan and Cassandra tomorrow! &amp; probably Yoceeda and Serene if they can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you care so damn much? I wonder why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-563987025620625180?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/563987025620625180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=563987025620625180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/563987025620625180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/563987025620625180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/7607_07.html' title='7/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6426682675179325535</id><published>2007-06-07T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:01:29.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7/6/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfGxZ950KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/twzFwO0uWcE/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073242057342570658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfGxZ950KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/twzFwO0uWcE/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist. So I bought this monkey notebook for like $5.90 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfEHZ950FI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-rMCgDanmfE/s1600-h/6June07+Shrek+3+with+gang!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073239136764809298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfEHZ950FI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-rMCgDanmfE/s320/6June07+Shrek+3+with+gang!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with the Shrek3 poster. We looked damn dumb cause we just placed the camera on a counter and put it on timer. Everyone must have thought us weird hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfEHp950GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4FA4XvN9AiU/s1600-h/6June07+weird+people!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073239141059776610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfEHp950GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4FA4XvN9AiU/s320/6June07+weird+people!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChiaErn forced me into this hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfEIJ950II/AAAAAAAAAGA/yMSfh6rrauI/s1600-h/6June07+diana,+jess,+chia+ern!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073239149649711234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfEIJ950II/AAAAAAAAAGA/yMSfh6rrauI/s320/6June07+diana,+jess,+chia+ern!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana, me &amp; ChiaErn! I like Mos Burger's Corn souppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfEIZ950JI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LXqMRtzORz0/s1600-h/6June07+SPCA!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073239153944678546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfEIZ950JI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LXqMRtzORz0/s320/6June07+SPCA!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie stole my monkey! Hahahaha, but I'm still holding a monkey which is freaking cuteee. Anna is greedy, she's holding two rabbits! Diana apparently loves cats. &amp;amp; Amanda likes the giraffe! Maybe because it looks like her, long neck!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My birthday is coming soon! In about a month's time :D This store can be found in Takashimaya on the same floor as Art Friend! The better toy store :D Take note that I'm only interested in brown monkeys hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I thickskin or what :O I'm supposed to be doing my homework, but I feel so sian! I swear its the afternoon heat, and my chair is so high, I gotta bend down real low to do my homework. Damn uncomfortable grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid HuiTing makes me feel so dumb lah. I don't know how to tell my mum, shes gonna be so disappointed/pissed. LASJDFNSDKJFN. Huiting got 98 for her theory exam!! That's like damn freaking impossible! Wahlao, I just passed can, 70.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to feel demoralised when everybody else around you is good at something/everything and you don't know what the hell you're good at. I'm sinking into emo-ness again, thats bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, homework left to complete:&lt;br /&gt;1) Chinese Mid Year Review. Papers 1 &amp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;2) Chinese book reviews&lt;br /&gt;3) Study for san guo yan yi test&lt;br /&gt;4) History SourceBased questions&lt;br /&gt;5) Pure geography O level questions (Thanks alot, TSW)&lt;br /&gt;6) Physics Mid Year Review&lt;br /&gt;7) Chemistry MCQ and stuctured questions WS.&lt;br /&gt;8) Study kinetic particle theory or something that sounds like that.&lt;br /&gt;9) Focus on Comprehension unit 9&lt;br /&gt;10) Prepare debate stuff (What gibberish)&lt;br /&gt;11) English UNSW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jessica, when should you start?&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6426682675179325535?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6426682675179325535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6426682675179325535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6426682675179325535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6426682675179325535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/7607.html' title='7/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RmfGxZ950KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/twzFwO0uWcE/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-1348540574457406759</id><published>2007-06-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:33:55.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/6/07</title><content type='html'>Talking to yellow stringgers is always fun. Especially on MSN where everyone exposes their real identity. Like Grace, the 50% bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Definition for bimbos: A term used to describe an often attractive, yet stupid, pliable woman.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've come to the conclusion that its 50% because she only fits half the bill. Only the stupid part hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm too tired to blog. But Shrek3 tomorrow! I can't wait! I'd better remember to bring my shrek ears. Then maybe dont need to buy movie ticket! I'll just tell them I'm Shrek :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much more cheered up. A contrast to my previous post, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-1348540574457406759?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/1348540574457406759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=1348540574457406759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1348540574457406759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1348540574457406759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/5607_05.html' title='5/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6677641591251006812</id><published>2007-06-05T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:38:54.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/6/07</title><content type='html'>I wonder if the picture is blur or pixelised.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously very bored and I lack creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Shrek3 with AnnaDianaChiaernAmandaNatalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing, I'd better start on my holiday homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6677641591251006812?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6677641591251006812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6677641591251006812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6677641591251006812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6677641591251006812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/5607.html' title='5/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2490850697362339858</id><published>2007-06-03T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:03:24.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/6/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Since you get there before we do&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on us&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet you when our time is due&lt;br /&gt;We don't know how long we'll be&lt;br /&gt;But we're not gonna let you down&lt;br /&gt;Grandma wait and see&lt;br /&gt;But between now and then&lt;br /&gt;Till we see you again&lt;br /&gt;We'll be loving you&lt;br /&gt;Love us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; I've never seen my cousin cry, in all my fifteen years. But as we sang that, the tears rolled down her cheek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had bizzare experiences the past week. &amp;amp; Y'know, spirits &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; exist. In different forms, and sometimes they can't be visible, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates3 with Jane Virya Jacqueline was fun hehehe. Lamepok couldn't come as she had to look after her grandparents ): But well if I were her, I would be in no mood to watch movies either. But Lamepok! We bought your present :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I love Amanda and Cassandra alot alot for that damn cute monkey! It's grandma monkey, in memory of - well nevermind. I know they spent a bomb on it, I saw the price of a small teensy weensy one and its like :O already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very random post at a random time of the day. I'm going to swim now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2490850697362339858?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2490850697362339858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2490850697362339858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2490850697362339858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2490850697362339858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/06/3607.html' title='3/6/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2368962857732599823</id><published>2007-05-25T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:13:23.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25/5/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlbuVJNAtVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZOlaprp66Qw/s1600-h/all+of+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068500477667226962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlbuVJNAtVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZOlaprp66Qw/s320/all+of+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3Diligence is so much love mannn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlbJopNAtUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dGNRnERT50k/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068460130744448322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlbJopNAtUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dGNRnERT50k/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virya, Jane, me &amp; Lamepok! Lovely lovely table partners, I'm going to miss all of you so much ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlbJbJNAtTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GfNAdaTUDOw/s1600-h/grouppic!+24May07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068459898816214322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlbJbJNAtTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GfNAdaTUDOw/s320/grouppic!+24May07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Lamepok, Nat, ChiaErn, Amanda, Anna &amp;amp; Diana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlbJIJNAtSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T2IeRHGWlZA/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068459572398699810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlbJIJNAtSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T2IeRHGWlZA/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very random and hilarous photo of Lamepok with her extremely early birthday cake hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with thursday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed chemistry test, and I didn't know what I was writing. &amp; Bravo Jessica, you didn't even finish your math paper when people had like 20 minutes to check! Go and jump down, &lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of the day was quite slack, expecially SS and English! Then wow, I actually managed to get the classroom and balcony cleared within like an hour. And we had a mountain high of boxes and rubbish blocking the entrance of our classroom teehee. Hahaha, of course with much much much help and initiative from &lt;u&gt;lovely lovely 3DILIGENCE&lt;/u&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then class party was a blast! Rite pizzas were heavenly. ChiaErn and I experimented with the chilli powder, since it looked so harmless. But we were breathing out fire after that hehe. Anyway the entire class took alota photos today, I DON'T KNOW WHY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my table partners so much!! Cocky, sleepy &amp;amp; really loud &lt;b&gt;Virya&lt;/b&gt;, mugger and guaikia &lt;b&gt;Jane&lt;/b&gt;, &amp; I hate to say this, but I'll miss &lt;b&gt;lamepok&lt;/b&gt; (AKA Huiting) alot also! I can't wait for POTC 3 with them coming fridayyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPR was alright, I improved. (: I know so many other people improved also, and improved by so much more too. But its okay, I met my expectations and I'm satisfied. Okay, maybe cause I lowered my standards for this term. But still, I met them so thats an accomplishment in a way :D &amp;amp; I told myself, my goal shall be whatever AHMA Amanda gets. But when I heard she got L1R5 7, I yelled "SIAO AH!" abit too loudly hehe. How you juggle studies, viola, piano, tennis &amp; tuitions so well Amanda, I don't know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up damn early and followed my mum on the car. Then reached macs at 8.45, to meet Cassandra and Natalie. We bought our food then Amanda appeared a while later. Amanda and I bought ourselves &lt;u&gt;SHREK ears&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;amp; they're damn cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were quite productive, since there were only four of us. We kinda got everything drafted out. We went to the playground after that! I swear I have no childhood, I don't know how to operate the swing on my own teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like reading "The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens" now and I realised I don't practice a single one of those habits :O Shit, maybe thats why I feel that I put in effort, but there are no results. I'm doing it ALL WRONG. Okay, this holiday is time to correct myself.&lt;br /&gt;Wheehee, I feel so darn inspired now. I'm like asking every prodigy I know so that I can set my goal for next term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been a good day, &amp; I'm going to file my stuff. My files are as thick or otherwise thicker than my Physics textbook. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp; Tiffany is the best phone partner you can ever have (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2368962857732599823?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2368962857732599823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2368962857732599823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2368962857732599823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2368962857732599823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/05/255o7.html' title='25/5/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlbuVJNAtVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZOlaprp66Qw/s72-c/all+of+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-541116025394635806</id><published>2007-05-22T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:32:32.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/5/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlLvg5NAtRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/97I0slgSS44/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067375879135474962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlLvg5NAtRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/97I0slgSS44/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello JoHsi, I'll miss all your encouragements alot ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlLvSpNAtQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0rvC3zuuxO0/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067375634322339074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlLvSpNAtQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0rvC3zuuxO0/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye lesbian partner ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell is over ): &amp; this is where we say goodbye. I'm going to miss red badges so much, Strings will be weird without them. I regret, there was so much more I could have done before this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note though, YAY FOR:&lt;br /&gt;- MARY-ANNE, DON'T WORRY SO MUCH! :D&lt;br /&gt;- AMANDA, SEE!! YOU DID IT, PRESIDENT LEH! &amp;amp; WE'LL BE BEHIND YOU ALL THE WAY :D&lt;br /&gt;- CASSANDRA, STRINGS IS VIOLISTS DOMINATED hahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;- WENMAN, we're not surprised teeheehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;- WENGJUN, okay, I'm a little surprised. I thought you fitted the student conductor role. But we're going to have such a good time with you as sectional leader man tehheh. :D&lt;br /&gt;- HUITING, somemore say you won't get anything huh? I shall hit your head tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;- CLAUDICE, so much for convincing yourself you won't get it :D&lt;br /&gt;- GRACE, hey, you escaped the storeroom! :D&lt;br /&gt;- NATALIE, sotonggg secretary! Hahaha, don't fret so much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza was alright. Not enough left for violists though ):&lt;b&gt; Debbie treated us to milo dinosaurs!! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie and I waited in the eerie darkness and silence of the school after WenMan left for our parents. Nat accompanied me for that 3 minutes while I waited for my mum. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'M SO SORRY SHIREENA, RACHEL, JANA, SAMANTHA &amp;amp; DEBBIE!! I know I did a bad job of the notes, I'll give you'll something during the june camp instead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test on thursday, and I can't do a single question in the chemistry worksheet. Applause please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always wanted to be that someone whom you'll be proud of. But it's difficult to live up to your high expectations. As long as I'm happy with it, please make an effort to be happy too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-541116025394635806?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/541116025394635806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=541116025394635806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/541116025394635806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/541116025394635806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/05/22507.html' title='22/5/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RlLvg5NAtRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/97I0slgSS44/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-7353707271290355690</id><published>2007-05-20T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:26:26.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20/5/07</title><content type='html'>Things aren't going well at all... Not a single bit. &amp; the worse thing is, I don't even feel like talking about it. Not to you in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me, but at times, you're in the wrong too. Accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Please don't question the contents of this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-7353707271290355690?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/7353707271290355690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=7353707271290355690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7353707271290355690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7353707271290355690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/05/20507.html' title='20/5/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-7199635814208393471</id><published>2007-05-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:18:49.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18/5/07</title><content type='html'>I screwed everything I did todayyy, but I shall try not to think too much about them. Try try tryyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference was gibberish, I don't know why, but I was worrying about MEP Practical then, and I wasn't even concentrating. Then when I realised "Shit, Jessica, you're talking infront of a whole cohort and you don't know what you said." I started shaking, real badlyyy. Embarassing much? I think so. Sigh nevermind anywayyy, we're not going to win this. But it's the journey that counts and not the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rk2685NAtNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/48FJ9QfLxs0/s1600-h/milestone+training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065910711171986642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rk2685NAtNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/48FJ9QfLxs0/s320/milestone+training.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello 3D, I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it was Stringgg, during which we played some umm pieces. Yupp Alyssa, you can do it c'mon. (: No red badges, so we sounded like KJNSDFKJSDNF. And then I thought I wouldn't have to take my MEP Practical today, but Mr Cher appeared at 6.25pm -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I paid 10cents for each paper to get my pieces photocopieddd. &amp; then I played horribly. They were all out of tuneee, my entries were unsure, my bowings were wrong. (But nevermind, Mr Cher didn't notice this one heehee) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anywayyy, I feel darn indebted to Cassandra and WenMan!! These two helped me soooo much I swear. Staying back after school with me, skipping recesses and lunches with me etc. I really love you two alot alot!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rk29IZNAtOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DNDC8_Kd1_E/s1600-h/P1070515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065913107763737826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rk29IZNAtOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DNDC8_Kd1_E/s320/P1070515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I love Natalie too! For the eight minutes and 24 seconds talk on the phone, with me crying yelling screaming like some deranged mental case. And for the countless smses of encouragement! And for giving me the stop-it-jessica-you're-being-dumb look to stop me from thinking negatively! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rk2_gpNAtPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gsSUDwZmfzw/s1600-h/PIC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065915723398821106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rk2_gpNAtPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gsSUDwZmfzw/s320/PIC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't concentrate on what I do today. During Chemistry I worry about conference while I should have been paying good attention to the mole concept. During conference, during the presentation, I worry about mep practical. During mep practical, I worry about who is listening to my playing from the other room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh, I think about the wrong things at the wrong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mole concept test next week. I'm so not ready. Farewell next week, I don't want it to come. ): I don't want to say goodbye, not yet anyway. Seems like I just got to know them and now they're leaving. Ironic yes? Sigh, I'll make the best of the days we have left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's stressed, different problems with different solutions. Or maybe even no solution. Let's just pray we all make it through our different problems, and we'll smile together at the end of the day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-7199635814208393471?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7199635814208393471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7199635814208393471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/05/18507.html' title='18/5/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rk2685NAtNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/48FJ9QfLxs0/s72-c/milestone+training.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8747766439862997546</id><published>2007-05-13T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:22:41.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13/5/07</title><content type='html'>This is my 175th post, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that &lt;b&gt;Natalie&lt;/b&gt;, yes, I'm talking about the blur sotong one, is the best comfort-er in the whole wide world? Just 45 minutes ago, I was half crying, half screaming on the phone saying: I can't do it. &amp; she actually managed to get me going to complete my piece. Thank you Natalie, although you won't see this, and I love you to bits! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It all started with me sight reading my piece only today. &amp;amp; as you know, practical is &lt;u&gt;tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;. Okay so anyway I've finished sight reading my piece and it sounds like gibberish still, with more mistakes than there are pimples on my face. But at least I can play through the whole piece. I'm ready to flunk tomorrow, and bear consequences of my own procrastination and bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't learn tingxie, and haven't done my math homework. And for some weird reason, my shoulder hurts. Oww, I should start mugging. But what am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica, you suck and your attitude is as rotten as a rotten apple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8747766439862997546?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8747766439862997546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8747766439862997546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8747766439862997546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8747766439862997546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/05/13507.html' title='13/5/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8400163505352380654</id><published>2007-05-12T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:31:05.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/5/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't know why you mind so much, it was just a little paragraph of words. What is my blog for, if not to vent my frustration on? &amp; I thought I would at least see something comforting but you just have to dig up something I thought we've all forgotten. But I can't blame you: what is your blog for, if not to vent your frustration on?&lt;br /&gt;I still love you for being there and being you, and I know I don't resent you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jubilate IV is over ): Last official performance with the red badges and I had to rush off. I'm sorry 3D, I know I promised to take a photo with you all... But we still have next year aye? Although I am rather disappointed that I missed my flowers tehheh.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, performance was good, zombies were hahahaha. Green badges did a wonderful job with the chairs, and SuXian's&amp;amp;Carmen's&amp;LowAnn's screams were whoohoo. Although, my grandpa was shaking his head at me when I saw him... traditional beliefs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shocked alot of people yesterday, just bursting into tears like that. But thank you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yellow Badges!&lt;/span&gt; [This is inclusive of Michelle, well duh, she's always included.] For being there &amp;amp; being such a comfort. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue Badges!&lt;/span&gt; For being concerned and making me feel loved. Thank you Carmen, for all the wunnerful sms-es. Especially, Kimberly, whom I'm not going to have my stand partner anymore ): You always say the right stuff to comfort and cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Red Badges&lt;/span&gt;, especially Rachel, the best sectional leader you can ever have, for the long sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mary-Anne&lt;/b&gt;! For accompanying me into the concert hall. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that makes up the entire SNSO. Hahahaha, quoted from Rachel "We shine as a section, as an orchestra, as a school."&lt;br /&gt;Because SNSO is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8400163505352380654?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8400163505352380654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8400163505352380654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8400163505352380654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8400163505352380654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/05/12507.html' title='12/5/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2284176734719847969</id><published>2007-05-09T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:26:26.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9/5/07</title><content type='html'>It is 9 May today and &lt;b&gt;Physics&lt;/b&gt; test is over, something has been lifted from inside of me. I guess thats the only test that weighed so heavily on my mind since I failed it last term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt; was really badly done, I need to do something about it. Maybe I've been too overconfident about Chem, I need to re-check myself. &amp; It's not about being the last 10% in my class, it's about not meeting my own expectations. I've been telling myself constantly to not compare myself with others, and to just meet my expectations. But it doesn't seem to make me any happier with myself. &lt;em&gt;Aunt, I'm sorry I wasted your efforts. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt;, so much for being my best subject, it was rather badly done too. I'm getting too full of myself, I need to work hard for everything and anything whether I'm good in it or not. Co-ordinate geometry test tomorrow, I'd better buck up, I'm letting everybody down. &amp;amp; most importantly, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese&lt;/b&gt;, I've improved I'm happy. I need to continue working on it if I want an A1 for chinese at the end of this year. I'm being positive here! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pure geography&lt;/b&gt;, screwed. Don't just memorise facts, learn to apply them appropriately! I need to do that in order to meet my own expectations. Nevermind if I'm the last in class, as long as I meet my own expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SS+History&lt;/b&gt;, more or less alright I think. But it is rather unpredicatable and I'm afraid I'll screw it up sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEP&lt;/b&gt;. Considering that I just started learning my piece by myself and practical is next monday, I am not going to pass this. To top it off, I have no piano teacher. I have the weekend to chiong. C'mon I can do this, if I put in enough effort and practice smartly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me to raise my expectations &amp; put more effort in for MEP, lower my expectations for the rest of the subjects. But you have to understand that I do not intend on making music my profession unlike you. Different people have different talents in different areas. I do not think it worthwhile, tearing my hair out, when I know it is difficult for me to rise above the rest. Why not do something which I'm actually better in, and more interested in? Please understand, it makes me cringe hearing you chide me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should study for Co-ordinate geometry test now, I'm really dead dead dead.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;I'm so so sorry Yuexiu&lt;/b&gt;, I couldn't change the seat numbers, I understand why you don't want to go. &amp;amp; I haven't had a good talk with you for ages and ages. I want quality time with my YueXiu! Soon, when we're both free (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2284176734719847969?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2284176734719847969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2284176734719847969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2284176734719847969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2284176734719847969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/05/9507.html' title='9/5/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-5082093812303764230</id><published>2007-05-01T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:42:45.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/5/07</title><content type='html'>Today was much fun, but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at like 7am today to make my way to ChiaErn's house for PW and picked Amanda up along the way. So then we completed quite alot of stuff for PW, and I added a little Jessica touch to the PW script! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we ordered Rite pizza again. Delicious, but I was so full after that. Cheesy pizza and pepperoni, yum yum! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Amanda and I left at around 12pm to make our way to Kebun Baru CC. Bus took about 15 minutes, and we walked another 10 minutes. I bought pirated kinder surprises and chicken biscuits! Ooooh heavenly. Then went to Macs, and me being a pig, bought myself a McNugget meal and ate it. It was the stationery shop next. &lt;b&gt;Amanda bought me a little monkey which is freaking cute I swear! &lt;/b&gt;It's because of this bet she made with me, although hey Amanda, you didn't have to buy me that monkey! &lt;u&gt;Thank you Amandaaa, I love you hell loads!&lt;/u&gt; Then to the CC we go, only Amanda, Cass, WenMan and I left. Rather pathetic I know. So we did our stuff and I love the box I did! I'm being ego here, but hahaha, its one of my best handiwork since the past 14 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then I walked back to my old house to wait for my mum who eventually picked me up at like 6.30pm. Yupp, I came home and I saw the most lovely thing on my bed! The wrapping was so nice, I was afraid that I will destroy it. &lt;b&gt;My aunt bought me a blue monkey!&lt;/b&gt; Whatever for, I don't know. But it's so darn cute and &lt;u&gt;I love my aunt hell loads too&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have... one female monkey (12 years old), one male monkey (3 years old), one homosexual monkey (6 months old), one baby monkey (1 day old), and one sick monkey (blue, 1 day old)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like super high right now, I love my monkeys and I plan to get a mini banana/peanut for my baby monkey. The rest can share the big big one. (:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rjc0r7aifmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2_kJWgb7RwA/s1600-h/monkey+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059570635662065250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rjc0r7aifmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2_kJWgb7RwA/s320/monkey+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left to right:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue monkey (I've just decided that it shall be the sick grandfather of the family), Homosexual monkey (Gay or lesbian? You decide), Daddy monkey (can only see his head, his butt too big, cannot fit into the picture), Mummy monkey (If you've seen it before, its got green mascara and blue lipstick. Hip man.) &amp;amp; last but not least, baby monkey (Yellow cap is lovely, its got good taste, I see a bright future ahead)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHMYGOD SO CUTE, I SHALL GO AND SWOON NOW. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-5082093812303764230?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/5082093812303764230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=5082093812303764230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5082093812303764230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5082093812303764230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/05/1507.html' title='1/5/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Rjc0r7aifmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2_kJWgb7RwA/s72-c/monkey+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2910327992874795884</id><published>2007-04-29T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:55:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29/4/07</title><content type='html'>My aunt asked what date it is today and this is what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, SYF was last friday so let's see, this friday would have been 27th. Yesterday should be 28th, therefore, today is 29th! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha anywayyy, barbeque at MrChan's was quite fun and the walk back to Claud's house was great too. Learnt of stuff that I never knew about and felt kinda shitty about myself. We've been a great disappointment. Doing things we shouldn't do, saying things we shouldn't say, thinking things we shouldn't think. &amp; now we only have 3 weeks left, to undo those wrongdoings, and to show that we really care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; as usual, the yellows were being such pigs at Claud's house. Her house is a food heaven, I swear. We had chips, drinks, ice-cream, jelly, and lots more. And the greatest is, the maggie mee! I love the souppp hehehe. Claud, you're so freaking nice and I love you loads! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; do remember Claud, because I'm your one true love, you have to send me those photos and not keep me waiting :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEP tests tomorrow, and crap it, I haven't even started. To start off with, I don't know what we're tested on, better find out. 1000 word long essay for chinese, on the benefits of mahjong! I hope that ain't due tomorrow, or I'll scream. Well heck it, I won't be able to do it by tomorrow anywayyy. &amp;amp; chinese book review! What the shit, our class is the only one who have to hand up our book reviews tomorrow. What is this, where's the justice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RjRcdraifkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wea9Btk8Kx4/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058769946383908418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RjRcdraifkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wea9Btk8Kx4/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SuXian looks like a big cuddly teddy bear, and my eyes are like slits. Darn, must be hanging out with WenMan too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RjRc5baiflI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RnY5PVUOOBM/s1600-h/545954071l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058770423125278290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RjRc5baiflI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RnY5PVUOOBM/s320/545954071l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stole this from WenMan's friendster, we took this at Claud's house. Well, needless to say, we were camera-a-whoring. Seems to be the yellow's trademark. Hahaha, I'm still waiting for the rest to send me the photos photos photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2910327992874795884?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2910327992874795884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2910327992874795884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2910327992874795884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2910327992874795884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/29407.html' title='29/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RjRcdraifkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wea9Btk8Kx4/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8569322467448804638</id><published>2007-04-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:31:12.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27/4/07</title><content type='html'>Went to school like freaking early today, like about 7.30am. I sat and did my math work and stoned at my physics textbook until Mary-Anne came with macdonalds breakfast! Then extra lessons started at 11am, conference stuff before that. Physics lesson was quite progressive today :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then it was elections, Amanda was so worried! Whatever for, you did well! &amp; WengJun cracks me up, seriously. A joke sharing session every half an hour? What are we, the clown orchestra? Hahahaha. Natalie looked so cute up there and blur hahahaha. &amp;amp; Cassandraaa, we love you and you know it, so cheer up! You don't need to live up to any expectations, just your own. (:&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope Suehern comes back soon, she had better run for the post before somebody concludes that her failing to turn up because she went back to Malaysia means she doesn't care for Strings &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day was well, alright. I'm dead bored now although I know I should start studying for MEP, and practice my violin and piano. Crap, I feel so freaking lazy I don't even want to move my ass. Sigh, I'm so worried for chemistry now, what if I fail it! Darn, I don't want to let my aunt down, no no no. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; with every passing day, I feel less and less confident, more and more sure that I'm not capable of achieving anything at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8569322467448804638?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8569322467448804638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8569322467448804638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8569322467448804638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8569322467448804638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/27407.html' title='27/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-7378897873080729212</id><published>2007-04-23T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:56:55.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/4/07</title><content type='html'>SNSO is back from the ZOO! Hahaha, this post is mainly for Kimberly, who couldn't make it to the outing. ): &amp; she wants a detailed account of what happened. I hope she reads this and not come to school tomorrow and demand a narrative recount of the story! I'm blogging despite the fact that hey, I haven't done geography graded assignment, jianbao, english speech, chinese powerpoint, PW powerpoint &amp;amp; math HW. See Kimberly, thats how much I love you tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay, so Mary-Anne reached the Zoo damn early, and me being a nice friend, went there early too to accompany her. Well, we waited half an hour for the rest of the orchestra to turn up and then we proceeded to the ZOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took photos with the elephants, those mischevious mammals sprayed water at us tsk! Yupp so anyway everything was alright, until... THE &lt;b&gt;BABOONS&lt;/b&gt; CAME INTO SIGHT! I swear they are the cutest animals around, with their pink butts and all! &amp; Jana said they were ugly, hmph. They are so cuteee, ahhh! Claudice and Mary-Anne, would you guys please stop imitating me, so &lt;u&gt;unauthentic&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RiyNrh2_IEI/AAAAAAAAADw/lP947O0XUO4/s1600-h/PIC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056572260593115202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RiyNrh2_IEI/AAAAAAAAADw/lP947O0XUO4/s320/PIC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the one smack in the middle, classic man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then I found some really cute monkey soft toys in a skeleton exhibit -.-&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RiyOZh2_IFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qecgDct_mzk/s1600-h/PIC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056573050867097682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RiyOZh2_IFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qecgDct_mzk/s320/PIC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then KFC was funnn, cause we discussed alot of weird stuff hahaha. &amp; then we wanted to go the toilet. Mary-Anne and I were eating fries so we waited outside first. Then Claudice came running out and said she heard a tiger roaring in the toilet. I was so scared I didn't want to go to the toilet wahlao. But I went anyway, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp then we took the bus to CCK MRT, and sorry SNSO, the yellows didn't join you'll. We decided that the journet to orchard will take too long and all of us have got homework to rush and stuff, sorry! So yellows took neoprints which were hahahaha! &amp; we accomplished quite an amount of stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm home, and I don't feel like going for violin lesson! So sian, got so much homework somemore grah. Can't wait for strings tomorrow, we're gonna partyyy for an hour! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I LOVE YELLOWS, SNSO AND BABOONS LOADS! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-7378897873080729212?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/7378897873080729212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=7378897873080729212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7378897873080729212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/7378897873080729212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/23407.html' title='23/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/RiyNrh2_IEI/AAAAAAAAADw/lP947O0XUO4/s72-c/PIC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-238832422384014445</id><published>2007-04-22T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:33:20.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/4/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp; now I doubt that we deserve it. Do we or do we not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pain for SNSO, we &lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt; put in our best. I feel sad, why do people have to think of it this way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;b&gt;Go SN Choir &amp;amp; SN dance! &lt;/b&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for staying home today, I didn't exactly do much. I told myself I'll practice my violin but I didn't. I told myself I'll finish my geography graded assignment yet I looked at it and threw it aside. I told myself to do the chinese PPT but all I've done is to change the font size. I swear I'm getting lazier and lazier. This is bad, and I've been daydreaming too much! I'll start smiling to myself for no reason hahahaha. Apparently, nat says she has been doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What goes around, comes around...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-238832422384014445?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/238832422384014445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=238832422384014445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/238832422384014445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/238832422384014445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/22407.html' title='22/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6858496866790710099</id><published>2007-04-20T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T17:17:05.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF 2007! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>One week before SYF:&lt;br /&gt;"Magic ball, will CHIJ St.Nicholas Girls' School String Orchestra get Gold with Honours on the 20th April 2007 at 9.40am?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the magic ball says "Without a doubt!"&lt;br /&gt;We were so desperate back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day before SYF:&lt;br /&gt;I love 3D for all the encouragement! &amp;amp; wahlao, I LOVE CHIJ ST.NICHOLAS!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we were brainwashed "SNSO CAN DO IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th April, day of SYF:&lt;br /&gt;-everyone joined hands before the announcing of results, tightening just before:&lt;br /&gt;"CHIJ St.Nicholas Girls' School String Orchestra, GOLD WITH HONOURS!"&lt;br /&gt;one second of shocked silence, and then instant screams, cheers, tears, jumps, punches in the air. OH SHIT, THE PHOTOGRAPHER HAS ALL OUR UNGLAM SHOTS. But hahahha who cares, &lt;b&gt;SNSTRING IS LOVE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I love St.Nicholas so much! Everywhere I look (on MSN) I see really sweet personal messages like&lt;br /&gt;"OMG STRINGS GOT GOLD WITH HONOURS WOOT!"&lt;br /&gt;"CONGRATS STRINGS, WE'RE PROUD OF YOU'LL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; When we came back, the cheers and shouts and yells were astounding. Oh hhahaha, the standing ovation for Claudice by 3truth! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; another wonderful news: Kimberly is still going to be my stand partner all the way till JUBILATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU SNSTRING, YOU ARE MY ONE TRUE LOVE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I still cannot believe it oh my god!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6858496866790710099?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6858496866790710099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6858496866790710099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6858496866790710099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6858496866790710099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-week-before-syf-magic-ball-will.html' title='SYF 2007! &lt;3'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-8626351974639048850</id><published>2007-04-19T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:15:59.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19/5/07</title><content type='html'>It's approximately 12 hours to SYF and I feel all hyped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so loved before mannn, I LOVE 3DEE! That special little paper with its little writings on it really made my day. Well yeah, considering that I used about.. 6 packets of tissue today. And they were all kindly donated to me by my lovely tablemates, Jane, Huiting, &amp; Virya!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Ridp1h2_IDI/AAAAAAAAADo/FWOol4ddSzM/s1600-h/skfC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055125475089653810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Ridp1h2_IDI/AAAAAAAAADo/FWOol4ddSzM/s320/skfC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aren't you jealous! Hahaha, and ChiaErn's MSN display name!&lt;br /&gt;CHIA STRINGS, ALL THE BEST FOR SYF!!! GO NAT&amp;amp;AMANDA&amp;JESS&amp;amp;HUITING&amp;JANA&amp;amp;CASSANDRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Mary-Anne isn't too sickkk! She makes me feel so bad rah rah. Oh darn I forgot we've got a curfew today. Kindly imposed by the string comm hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE STRINGS AND I KNOW WE WILL DO WELL TOMORROW. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-8626351974639048850?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/8626351974639048850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=8626351974639048850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8626351974639048850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/8626351974639048850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/19507.html' title='19/5/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tGSJAnXjfo/Ridp1h2_IDI/AAAAAAAAADo/FWOol4ddSzM/s72-c/skfC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4752357037450979050</id><published>2007-04-17T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:10:41.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17/4/07</title><content type='html'>I'm home today, well for awhile. Going for strings later, only 3 days to syf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywayyy, I'm bored stiff. 3D should have finished their jog by now, well duh, its like 11am. I'm sure all of them did it, especially Natalieee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band's, LD's and Dance's SYF todayyy. That was the first thing I thought of when I woke up heh. I just sent a sms to Tiffany, I forgot to do so yesterday. I hope its not too late! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RIMB got Gold, you'll will get GOLD WITH HONOURS. Kick their butt SNSB! :D &lt;/span&gt;Okayyy, I can't wait for Strings later, add some life into my life. Uh, that sounds &lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt; but heck. I'm so bored nowww, time pass faster please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clown! (Pet name used to hide identity of person)&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel too sad, you still have me! &amp;amp; If that friendship crumbles, it just shows that shes not worth it yeah. But I'm sure that wouldn't happen, its been what, one year plus for you two right? It shouldn't disappear just like that, don't worry too much! Quarrels, arguements etc are common, it's just part and parcel of life, as long as it doesn't affect you too much, everything will resume. Don't be too sad, love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and meditate now, I'm just too bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4752357037450979050?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4752357037450979050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4752357037450979050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4752357037450979050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4752357037450979050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/17407.html' title='17/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-2565221533768292941</id><published>2007-04-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:00:52.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14/4/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kimberly is so sweet, she makes me smile. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tehheh, I shall put snippets of our conversation here. I will never let her forget! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You were there... and then you were Gone. says:&lt;br /&gt;hi my &lt;u&gt;dear beloved&lt;/u&gt; stand partner (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jessica; says:&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves me&lt;br /&gt;Jessica; says:&lt;br /&gt;well duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You were there... and then you were Gone. says:&lt;br /&gt;YES WE LOVE U!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, how she puts up with me, I don't know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jessica; says:&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know macbeth was russian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Macbeth is a big hairy russian says:&lt;br /&gt;hes not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Macbeth is a big hairy russian says:&lt;br /&gt;i mixed him up wif shosta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jessica; says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha Kimberly, you're so sweet I can have you for dessert. But then again, you're so silly you made me laugh till I choke. So nah, bad idea. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-2565221533768292941?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/2565221533768292941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=2565221533768292941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2565221533768292941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/2565221533768292941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/14407_14.html' title='14/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-1560582173223305284</id><published>2007-04-14T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:41:50.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14/4/07</title><content type='html'>Went to ChiaErn's for PW stuff this morning, and guess what, she wasn't awake. Hahaha, piggy! So anyway, Amanda, Lianna and I were oggling at her house, she's so super rich! And then we used her attic, which had a high ceiling with a toilet that looks like its from a hotel. Sunlight was streaming in and the whole toilet was aglow. Wow lah, we didn't even on the light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we digressed so much today. Hahaha, I feel like an aunty now, just now gossip so much! See lah Lianna, all your fault tsk! &amp;amp; then we ordered KFC delivery! Hahaha, eat to our hearts' content yay hayyyyy! ChiaErn was so clumsy, I had nothing to say. Anywayyy, we sort of got what we wanted to do done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and slept for like 3 hours although I told myself "Hey, you have to wake up after one hour to study kay!" But in the end I just shut my alarm clock up and went back to sleep -.- So now I'm sitting here, telling myself to study for history, but totally not doing so. Anyway, I'm not even sure what we have to study for history what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Music of the Night. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-1560582173223305284?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/1560582173223305284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=1560582173223305284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1560582173223305284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/1560582173223305284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/14407.html' title='14/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-5082653916146086047</id><published>2007-04-13T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:34:50.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13/4/07</title><content type='html'>It's friday the 13th! But suprisingly, it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was scary, but I made it through. Everybody were so encouraging, especially blue badges and Mary-Anne and yellow badges of course! :D That Jessalyn made me cryyy, hahahah I was so touched. And man, I couldn't escape from her hugs in time. &amp; Rachel was so supportive!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, moving on to... today. It was quite good, besides the "friday the 13th" part. Jane was pesky as usual, Huiting was attemping to balance book&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt; on that head of hers, resulting in an avalanche of books. Hahaha, in the end all our responds were "It's okay Huiting, we understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedial with Mary-Anne was fun. :D Minus the whacks oww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String was good, Claudice (Clown-dice!) is back from Jakarta! Hahaha, I told her everything that happened and she looked so shocked. &amp; I'm sorry you look so &lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt; on the card I gave you, I accidentally snipped off what was supposed to be your hair heh. Hope your cramps ain't that bad now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be a busy busy week!&lt;br /&gt;Monday: History test and Chinese test. Mep after school, getting our new string uniform!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Strings, SCH rehearsal. &amp; SIX ROUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Nothing much, one hour of physics, 2 hours of maths. I don't mind maths, Miss Rockey rocks! (Hahaha, the card. Chiaern, LAME! -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: AMATHS &amp;amp; EMATHS TESTS! Last practice before SYF /:&lt;br /&gt;Friday: SYF AHH! WE CAN DO THIS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sucking on seowshan's fizzing lollipop which is giving me the sensation that something is barbequeing in my mouth. &amp; my god YingHui, HOW COME YOU LIKE THAT SONG SO MUCH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW conference meeting at ChiaErn's tomorrow. Better go do research first rah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-5082653916146086047?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/5082653916146086047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=5082653916146086047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5082653916146086047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/5082653916146086047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/13407.html' title='13/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-4810618885025294770</id><published>2007-04-10T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:15:21.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10/4/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ahhh&lt;/b&gt; I've got a freaking headache that hurts real baddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, strings today was rather bad... to me. Mr Chan made us play stand by stand and I didn't know he wanted D and not Dflat. So I just happily (actually grouchily, I already had a headache then, rah.) played my Dflat over and over again &amp; he just keeps shouting "out!" &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the insignificance and unimportance of violin2s was greatly emphasised.&lt;/u&gt; Thanks, we know we don't play the melody and you don't really need us. But anyway, I was so relieved to see &lt;b&gt;Kimberly&lt;/b&gt; (Yes, my beloved stand partner) heading back to the violin2 section after a talk with occ. But noooo, I won't have a stand partner for Jubilate 4 and thats &lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Did I mention Kimberly is freaking cute :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; according to Jane, if we fold a thousand cranes and make a wish, it should come true! Hahaha, and I learnt to fold the heart todayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seowshan is such a sweet angel, she gave me so many sweets! :D Toblerone, ocean creatures (I swear they should stop printing so many fish biscuits and more of those starfishes), fizzing lollipops and some-wierd-bicuit-thingy. &lt;b&gt;Lovely lovely angel&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Anne made me jog her make-up with her today and guess what, after the jog we went to the pe room and there was nobody there. The stupid ass didn't know where to record so we just walked out without recording. I'm telling you, I am so &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; going to run another make-up with you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many other stuff to talk about:&lt;br /&gt;- Jessalyn and her blusher and her CK (hey, I just realised it stands for Calvin Klein! Whoa, hot man!)&lt;br /&gt;- Jessalyn (Yes, again.) and how she cracked her finger and then it swelled so she has to wear some wierd bandage thingy now. Thank goodness its on her right and not left hand!&lt;br /&gt;- There are four tests next week: Chemistry, A maths, E maths &amp;amp; History sigh.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to buy paperclips to make hearts, YueXiu!&lt;br /&gt;- I want to watch Phantom of the Operaaa! My god, I'm so jealous of xunlin, anna&amp;amp;diana, and natalie! /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too little time. Oh well, till I blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NINE DAYS TO SYF!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head, will you stop hurting please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-4810618885025294770?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/4810618885025294770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=4810618885025294770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4810618885025294770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/4810618885025294770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/10407.html' title='10/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-9076015284940933677</id><published>2007-04-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:25:08.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7/4/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When the world leaves me feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;I can count on you&lt;br /&gt;You will be there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it seems all my hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Are a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;You will reassure me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta all stick together&lt;br /&gt;Good friends there for each other&lt;br /&gt;Never ever forget that I got you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you got me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SClub7 - Reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mary-Anne and Yuexiu! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-9076015284940933677?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/9076015284940933677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=9076015284940933677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/9076015284940933677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/9076015284940933677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/7407_07.html' title='7/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6908711807312608161</id><published>2007-04-07T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T02:24:51.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7/4/07</title><content type='html'>&gt; Funny how I set off from home, hoping to be rid of melancholy, just to be given more reasons to be melancholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I reached my paternal side's aunt's house, hoping for an easter egg to make me smile, but watched a quarrel &amp; realised how much my aunts and uncles have suffered trying to take good care of my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I return home, hoping to find solace in my blog but finding none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I'm typing now, although I badly want to cry, scream and shout "WHY?!" out of my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I notice the hubbub all around me but never experiencing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I just keep reminding myself that it's my own fault, and maybe I could have handled it all differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I feel like an outcast although I know I'm not one, constantly reminding myself of who is there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I expected something reassuring but it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I expected something bad and sad &amp;amp; it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I thought you'll cared but I realise now you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how you'll left me out, but the very next minute, made me feel bad for even thinking so. Inconsistency, I dread it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I never thought we were close, but you'll care so much for me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I try my best but nothing comes out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I expected your words to be there to comfort me, but I couldn't find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how I wanted to write you a letter of appreciation but find no reason to do so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funny how this day could be good friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claudice: Why'd you go to Bali, I need to talk to you so bad. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll tell me its not the way I think it is, I tell myself that its not the way I think it is. But I guess I'm just not handling this too well, and you'll have every reason to be this way. Stop telling me its not so because every other action shows me so. Just stop it. [Now I don't know who I'm talking to. Am I referring to you'll or myself?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello issy, I guess I would be telling a lie if I say "I'm fine." I'm sure you're doing well and having a good time. CO was brilliant, Jane is fantastic (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6908711807312608161?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6908711807312608161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6908711807312608161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6908711807312608161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6908711807312608161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/7407.html' title='7/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565611.post-6902269583729081903</id><published>2007-04-02T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:46:27.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/4/07</title><content type='html'>It was April Fools' yesterday. I tried quite a few lame jokes on people like Mary-Anne, Natalie, Mum, Brother, Sister &amp; Kimberly. And I must admit they weren't very sucessful. Except for the one on my brother and Kimberly, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall be nice and do this thingy Cassandra asked me to :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the rules: Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 wierd things about me: (Rah, I can list like a hundred tehhehheh!)&lt;br /&gt;1) I buy Kinder Surprises for others but never for myself although I want the &lt;b&gt;toy&lt;/b&gt; badly!&lt;br /&gt;2) I always take the shirt /pants / skirt which is &lt;u&gt;at the top of the stack&lt;/u&gt;, never bothering with choosing my clothes. Therefore, many have asked me why I always seem to wear the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;3) I start belting out &lt;b&gt;random songs&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;b&gt;random times&lt;/b&gt; of the day.&lt;br /&gt;4) I LIKE TO SAY &lt;b&gt;YAY HAYYYYY&lt;/b&gt;! &amp;amp; make sure the HAYYYYY has five Ys hahah.&lt;br /&gt;5) I like to &lt;u&gt;abuse&lt;/u&gt; other people's diaries. Seem to be my favourite past time lately.&lt;br /&gt;6) I name my erasers and give them genders. [Did I mention I lost both &lt;b&gt;clips&lt;/b&gt;! Both male and female ):]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;YueXiu! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Claudice! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany! (:&lt;br /&gt;Chia Ern! (:&lt;br /&gt;Joeyyy! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Mok (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, I'm so tired and I haven't finish my matrix worksheet, SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12565611-6902269583729081903?l=jswongry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/feeds/6902269583729081903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12565611&amp;postID=6902269583729081903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6902269583729081903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12565611/posts/default/6902269583729081903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswongry.blogspot.com/2007/04/2407.html' title='2/4/07'/><author><name>jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01966656572945292198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
