<?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-24385698</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:29:31.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24385698.post-116037144781384778</id><published>2006-10-09T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:24:07.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going to move out soon.&lt;br /&gt;to...&lt;br /&gt;dramticalle-.blogspot&lt;br /&gt;Still under renovation(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the end of PSLE for MANY.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder gt &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; many people online.&lt;br /&gt;However, people like me still have highermt.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science paper was ok-ok.&lt;br /&gt;Dare not say easy:X&lt;br /&gt;After Science, everyone went to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE GOING TO SENTOSA FOR A CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;yaye. 3 days 2 nights. it is going to ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;but it is at some museum.heck. who knows what we &lt;s&gt;laksallians&lt;/s&gt;lassalians are going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;man. i do sound like i am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had the worse bus ride ever today.&lt;br /&gt;There was a group of crunchy(fine.K-R-A-N-J-I) SEC SCH grls talking over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoahs. I nearly tripped and fell over that guy! eww...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Is this what fear factor is all about? what is more freaky than THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was like, -.-" ahem! have you ever seen fear factor before?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, I moved. Obviously, I can't stand their high pitched voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there were two people, whom I thought were boys, chit chatting and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;When the looked up at me, I realised. EW...BOYS WEAR MAKE-UP???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fINALLY, I got off the bus. one stop early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gtg.byes(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-116037144781384778?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/116037144781384778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=116037144781384778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/116037144781384778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/116037144781384778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-going-to-move-out-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115987393534811410</id><published>2006-10-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:12:15.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt; question &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+3+5+7+9…..&lt;br /&gt;If you add the first 42 odd numbers like this, what would you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(although I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; know how to do this sum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(obviously without the mood)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;said… “Uh….5marks?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mother was like -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**grins**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math until 6p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not math alone. Math TUTORIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not Math TUTORIAL alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Tutorial with MOMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-toot-orial lah. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must PSLE come so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am behaving like a kiddo who is treating PSLE like it is months away, but actually, it is HOURS away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck for PSLE ,READER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: to that "dear" person who keeps picking on me, I know you secretely read my blog, and so let me warn you. BETTER GET OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115987393534811410?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115987393534811410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115987393534811410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115987393534811410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115987393534811410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-was-this-math-question-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115962305836175551</id><published>2006-09-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:30:58.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 ashley tisdale’s remake of kiss the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how addictive.&lt;br /&gt;memorized.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you see her Sitting there across the way She don’t got a lot to say But there’s something about her And you don’t know why But you’re dying to try You wanna kiss the girl Yes, you want her Look at her, you know you do It’s possible she wants you, too There is one way to ask her It don’t take a word Not a single word Go on and kiss the girl Sing with me now Sha-la-la-la-la-la My, oh, my Look at the boy too shy He ain’t gonna kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain’t that sad Ain’t it shame, too bad You gonna miss the girl Now’s your moment Floating in a blue lagoon Boy, you better do it soon No time will be better She don’t say a word And she won’t say a word Until you kiss the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me now Sha-la-la-la-la-la My, oh, my Look at the boy too shy He ain’t gonna kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain’t that sad Ain’t it shame, too bad You gonna miss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don’t be scared You got to be prepared Go on and kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don’t stop now Don’t try to hide it how You wanna kiss the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha-la-la-la-la-la My, oh, my Look at the boy too shy He ain’t gonna kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain’t that sad Ain’t it shame, too bad You gonna miss the girl&lt;br /&gt; You’ve got to kiss the girl Why don’t you kiss the girl You gotta kiss the girl Go on and kiss the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less, it should be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh…addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK TO ME….&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Hudgens.&lt;br /&gt;Nice one, baby V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all need to get ready to hear, the unbelievable, indescribable&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Hudgens&lt;br /&gt; Baby V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I try to play another game&lt;br /&gt;But my heart can't take it I try to find another boy&lt;br /&gt;But all the while I can't face it&lt;br /&gt;Why do I miss you so much?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stop to turn inside.&lt;br /&gt;oh baby please give us one more try&lt;br /&gt; See you out with all your friends&lt;br /&gt;Laughing it up as you pretend to have a good time,&lt;br /&gt; I know cause I'm living the same life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm about to got to say we can't keep living this same way so&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one yeah I'll say it I'll say it I'll say it I'll say it again&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;in my heart I still believe we were meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;so whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt; Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I should've never set you free&lt;br /&gt;love maybe&lt;br /&gt; come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna call, but then I stall cause after all,&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't take it cause if your play&lt;br /&gt;was to push me away you know the day,&lt;br /&gt;my heart you'd break it I know we made a mistake it's just like your foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Come back to me&lt;br /&gt; Let us try, let us try, let us try&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I still believe we were meant to be together so whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;i should've never set you free&lt;br /&gt;love maybe&lt;br /&gt;come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know you miss your Baby V&lt;br /&gt;And I can see that you think about me&lt;br /&gt; so why do you act like you don't care like all this love between us isn't there&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're upset&lt;br /&gt;I know I did you wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want me to pay for all the pain i've caused&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it all comes down to just one thing it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baby come back to me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I still believe we were meant to be together&lt;br /&gt; so whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt; Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt; I should've never set you free&lt;br /&gt;love maybe&lt;br /&gt;come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already watched the video.                  &lt;br /&gt;World premiere tomorrow. hahah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like telling all this to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Just, I don’t know who.&lt;br /&gt;urhh…&lt;br /&gt;this kind of thing is really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,mr/ms/mrs/mdm/dr ________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me…&lt;br /&gt;I should have never set you free….&lt;br /&gt;love maybe…&lt;br /&gt;Come back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;lONG POST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115962305836175551?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115962305836175551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115962305836175551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115962305836175551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115962305836175551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/09/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115875949325763897</id><published>2006-09-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:38:13.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assume all you want.&lt;br /&gt;You get frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like I am jealous?&lt;br /&gt;Oh PLEASE. You are not GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;Neither are you famous or popular or well-known or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It is not my fate that I have to plead you.&lt;br /&gt;You are waiting for me to fall on your knees.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. That will happen. In your worst NIGHTMARE.&lt;br /&gt;I just do not want to leave the school with an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, the fight was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt; I just could not control my feelings and it is not my fault. It was a dumb treat and me losing to you at basketball that you wanted. Since all that happened……&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with making up again?&lt;br /&gt;As in, oh please. You are not the one losing out.&lt;br /&gt;You are gaining a friend, losing an “enemy”.&lt;br /&gt;So why not? WHY NOT???&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ACT AS IF YOU HATE ME?&lt;br /&gt;So, Jia Wei and Jie Ru.&lt;br /&gt;You decide. Please???(hehee)&lt;br /&gt;Let’s be friends again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115875949325763897?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115875949325763897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115875949325763897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115875949325763897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115875949325763897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/09/assume-all-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115814402441697557</id><published>2006-09-13T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:40:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January 05: Slacked like god knows what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 05: Had made quite alot of friends in my new class.still slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March o5: Recieved CA1 results, worst marks I have ever scored. Got motivation from ms&lt;br /&gt;mishal lim.moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 05: Working hard.ms lim nagged everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 05: working hard paid off. SA1 results way better than CA1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 05: A whole month of holidays with no homework,revision,blahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 05:(16 July 06) Went for National Day Parade Rehersal. Great time there. Screamed like&lt;br /&gt;dunno what. Loudest. (16 July 05) Harry Potter Book 6 is released and read. BY ME XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 05:Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 05:Boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October05:Ms Lim's marriage. Became Mrs Tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 05: PLayed and played, First trip to The Himalayas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 05: First trip to the arabian desert.camel rides? no-thnks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 06: "All of last years' effort to make you a better person last year have all gone down&lt;br /&gt;the drain. You are all back to square one."-Mrs Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 06: "All of last years' effort to make you a better person last year have all gone down the&lt;br /&gt;drain. You are all back to square ONE.(&lt;s&gt;one&lt;/s&gt;? twoXD.)"-Mrs Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 06: Became friends with Eunice and Leng Khoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 06: Mrs Tee started being absent from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 06:Mrs Tee started being absent from school very often. nEW TEACHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math-Mr Peter Dunstan LeeScience- Mr ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 06: Another month of holidays with no homwwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 06: Started thinking about secondary schools/ broke up with jiawei(25 july)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 06: Started thinking of PSLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 06: STUDYING FOR PSLE. OCTOBER EXAMS LEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115814402441697557?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115814402441697557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115814402441697557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115814402441697557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115814402441697557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/09/january-05-slacked-like-god-knows-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115797349224094889</id><published>2006-09-11T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:18:12.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you name 13 of the people u noe that u can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 13 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. No Cheating!!!&lt;br /&gt;1.Kelly Yap&lt;br /&gt;2.Jia Xi&lt;br /&gt;3.Leng Khoong&lt;br /&gt;4.Mrs. Loh(I dunno why. Honestly)&lt;br /&gt;5.Shawn(this 1 too)&lt;br /&gt;6.Eunice&lt;br /&gt;7.Natalie&lt;br /&gt;8.Cheng Yee?&lt;br /&gt;9.Shakthi?&lt;br /&gt;10.Ern Chuen? (okay, I am out of names already)&lt;br /&gt;11.Yeqi?&lt;br /&gt;12.Jie ru?&lt;br /&gt;13.Lorraine. I NEARLY FORGOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10?*&lt;br /&gt;P3 classmate. He was way more pleasant then. And I knew him better when he got second in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 2?*&lt;br /&gt;I would have been stupid-er and won’t be so scream-y. You see, she kind of “encouraged” me in my screaming XD dunt tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 10 dated?*&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. In your nightmare, it would happen. It would be an totally unbelievable sight. Not a moment to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Not in front of me/ any 6helen-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know 8?&lt;br /&gt;Classmate and Eunice’s friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number 12?*&lt;br /&gt;Err.. does going to the movies count? Then, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's Favorite color?*&lt;br /&gt;Pink? Okay. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 confessed she/he loved you?&lt;br /&gt;She already did. AS A FRIEND. I forgot what I did XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact about 9:*&lt;br /&gt;He is my head length taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 steading with?*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Loh. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 5 to you?*&lt;br /&gt;Just a someone who once sat next to me and tortured my stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 13?*&lt;br /&gt;If I want rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 1 single?*&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… it is complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 7 live?*&lt;br /&gt;In  a 5-room HDB flat, where there is a dining table looks exactly the same as the one I have in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3?*’&lt;br /&gt;Sweet-smart&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about number 8?*&lt;br /&gt;Her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about number 11?*&lt;br /&gt;Her sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Memory with 5?*&lt;br /&gt;Him using up ALL the ink of my favourite pen in term 1`o6&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115797349224094889?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115797349224094889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115797349224094889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115797349224094889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115797349224094889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-you-name-13-of-people-u-noe-that-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115781123155176499</id><published>2006-09-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:13:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read Kelly’s blog. She screamed at the car at her brother for not giving her chocolate. Like omg! I screamed (screamed. yes- at my loudest. imagine) at my sister for sweets. This is what I call- Coincidence. Guess what? I do not have a sore throat after that. YAY! I am still fit and scream-y. Maybe I should go to IMH for a check-up as Kelly suggests in her blog for her.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I screamed at her for sweets and invading my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I did not know I could scream so loudly without even like, trying to scream loudly. My mother scolded me, but I sure she is jealous for me breaking her record volume (ha-ha. she was not la)&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel good and not so moody like the previous days.&lt;br /&gt;This is good, because an obstacle to make me stop mugging was my moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Mugging, I agree with my classmates that mugging can be FUN of you stay focused and you concentrate in whatever you are doing. It is like, giving your brain some work and your brain becomes super hardworking(ok, I have a feeling this is NOT the right adjective to use)&lt;br /&gt;And also, I am thinking of giving up computer completely until PSLE is over so that I can really concentrate. Leng Khoong has already decided so. Also, since there is no more Leng to chat with and now, why should I use the computer at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to play computer games? You? NVM. I find them super boring now. ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. No more computer from the next full stop I put.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115781123155176499?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115781123155176499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115781123155176499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115781123155176499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115781123155176499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-read-kellys-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115772192020689071</id><published>2006-09-08T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T21:25:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; at first.&lt;br /&gt;I actually woke up the earliest in my house. What a Miracle.&lt;br /&gt;But I was still 20 minutes l8 (see, I am trying to follow my timetable)&lt;br /&gt;8.20 a.m. I guess it is because everyone woke up l8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I felt super duper lazy. I had cleaned up my closet(2nd miracle) and my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; entire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; room was &lt;em&gt;neat&lt;/em&gt;(3rd miracle) all thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. After that, I did some English, then Leng Khoong called and bombarded me with murderously difficult math problem sums. Trust me, they were tough.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the questions, I did it all till the last step where I got stuck. HOW FRUSTRATED AND STUPID CAN I GET? rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I really had no mood to follow my timetable. IT WAS ENOUGH. I had planned my day to be boring. I DID NOT WANT TO FOLLOW WHAT THAT BLUE SHEET OF PAPER SAID ANYMORE. Then, I started playing on the computer. Flooding Kelly's tagboard(muahaha) and mine, and chatting with Leng and "Husbandiee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, comes the present tense.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is nagging," How long do you have to use the computer! You are using it too much! Get of the computer now. Can you hear me? ROARS. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:Today was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MOST BORING UNEVENTFUL DAY OF MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; SO FAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my skin. Just shows how seriously bored I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to go now because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am making you sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom is yelling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am bored blogging boring stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TOODLES,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shahera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115772192020689071?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115772192020689071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115772192020689071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115772192020689071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115772192020689071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/09/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115753251848482101</id><published>2006-09-06T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:21:36.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/1600/jiaxiiiiiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/320/jiaxiiiiiii.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jx AND i made this S&amp;amp;J combined thingy during science lesson, at the same time we were paying attention. not really. just taking in te necessary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;[c] jasela(my sis)`o4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. gtg. I am mugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115753251848482101?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115753251848482101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115753251848482101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115753251848482101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115753251848482101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/09/jx-and-i-made-this-sj-combined-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115711754285045211</id><published>2006-09-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:18:23.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now with all the time in the world, I would love to present a story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The diary of a teenaged girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (what is in &lt;em&gt;italic &lt;/em&gt;is written in the diary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-applause-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nce upon a time, Star had dreams. Or was that time so long ago? When the time when the horizon was endless, the world was was, hers and the stars were within her grasp. When was the whole universe for Star’s taking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The ‘grown-ups’ response, this time, was to advice me to lay aside the drawings of my dear boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside and devote myself to English, math and the sciences instead. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. Grown-ups never understand things b themselves, and it is tiresome for the younger ones to be always and forever explaining things to them”-----The Little Prince &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she changed, disheartened too? Had the star of long ago disappeared? Next to her, fragments of the topics her girlfriends discussed drifted by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nicole is going out with Sean now you know…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She is really heartbroken, she really loved him…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m totally in love with him, he’s so handsome, he’s so kind…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh, tell us who you like now…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star tried to pretend she was not listening while she thought about what she had said online, on a diary written by one of her classmates. The girl had fallen in love with a boy, but the boy did not love her. The girl was heartbroken because one had loved her too much… and the other loved her too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars,it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Was the love really that important, did it affect life that much? Was it truly a most wonderful, blissful feeling ever, or was it the most heart-wrenching pain one would ever experience? Was she missing out on something when she protected herself, refusing to grow out of her shell, to experience love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she still naïve, even if she admitted to herself-purposely? Was she wrong if she could not understand why girls break their hearts over a thoughtlessly cruel boy? That was what she could see now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She protected herself by refusing to reveal her innermost thoughts. Those she kept safe, perfectly well in her heart. She did not feel weighed down. They had become part of her perfect mask. They had become the façade that was star. But the fears of her real self being discovered lurked murkily below the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But was she insensitive when she could not empathize with her heartbroken friends just recovering from a failed relationship? What if they thought she deserved it? But what if the person was a very good friend? There was one time she felt awkward and blundering. She did not know how to reach her friend, where she could overtake him and go hand in hand with him once again. It was sure a secret place, a land of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face was blank. A perfect mask…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her watch. I was almost time for her school to end. To kill time, she started to read a book that her friend lent her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought about what the book had said. Were there really cliques at her school? No, not really, there was not much discrimination. The popular girls had to be nice to everyone to become popular. But what the author said about the popular girls being sent ahead as scouts to look at the unseen territory, namely relationships, that needed thinking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one of the more athletic girls in class. Yet there was this group pressure to be more… feminine. She was not pretty, and there seemed to be an unofficial contest going on to see who can attract the boys’ attention the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was not very popular; she had a strong sense of humour that other did not really understand. She knew what kind of people she liked, and she knew that she was too direct for most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had read tones of books, but had never read a love letter. She socialized with adults. But she never knew how to talk properly to girls or boys of her own age. In fact, she was far beyond her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just quiet, plain, Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh! I understand you very well,”said the little prince. “But why do we always speak in riddles?”&lt;br /&gt;“I solve them all,” said the snake.&lt;br /&gt;And they were both silent. ---The Little Prince.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;She walked back home, alone. The rest of the afternoon was spent in thoughtful contemplation. Somehow, she knew that the teenage years were often years of puzzles, of troubled feelings and temptations. She felt strangely close, yet detached from her situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when all that mattered was her studies, her room, and her own private world, where she totally be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;And yet there were times when her relations with her friends and schoolmates troubled her,when her feelings about boys took over her mind.&lt;br /&gt;The sky was now completely dark, a vast expanse of black velvet space. Then, slowly, the stars appeared, faintly, slowly, illuminating the sky bit by bit. A meteor streaked across, leaving a silvery trail behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl smiled. A star, just like her… a Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.s.: Once again, I say, I do not personally feel this way. It is just a story.&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I guess teenagers feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115711754285045211?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115711754285045211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115711754285045211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115711754285045211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115711754285045211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-with-all-time-in-world-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115709059033594722</id><published>2006-09-01T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:03:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't be all things to all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do all things at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do all things equally well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do all things better than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shuttap.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE-NOT ONLY ME, BUT NO ONE CAN.EVEN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115709059033594722?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115709059033594722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115709059033594722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115709059033594722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115709059033594722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-be-all-things-to-all-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115702364897912851</id><published>2006-08-31T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:27:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever a time to dare, to make a difference, to embark on something worth doing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;IT IS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not for any grand cause, necessarily... but for something that tugs at your heart, something that's your inspiration, something that's your dream.&lt;br /&gt;You owe it to yourself to make your days here count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAVE FUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DIG DEEP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;STRETCH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DREAM BIG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know, though, that things worth doing seldom come easy. There will be good days. And there will be bad days.&lt;br /&gt;There will be times when you want to turn around, pack it up, and call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;Those times tell you that you are pushing yourself, that you are not afraid to learn by trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PERSIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because with an idea, determination, and the right tools, you can do great things.&lt;br /&gt;Let your instincts, your intellect, and your heart, guide you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TRUST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Believe in the incredible power of the human mind. Of doing something that makes a difference. Of working hard. Of laughing and hoping. Of lazy afternoons. Of lasting friends. Of all the things that will cross your path this year.&lt;br /&gt;The start of something new brings the hope of something great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115702364897912851?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115702364897912851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115702364897912851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115702364897912851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115702364897912851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-there-was-ever-time-to-dare-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115694639538329518</id><published>2006-08-30T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:59:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1)Happy Eve of Teachers' Day Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YOU TEACHERS' ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOUR PROFESSION CREATES ALL OTHER PROFESSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there were a few prefect DJs were reading out dedications and shoutouts from the dear lasallians.&lt;br /&gt;The song list was very short and the songs were not very goodm but who cares...&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun time anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;I GTG.&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bCK L8R IN AN HOUR OR SO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115694639538329518?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115694639538329518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115694639538329518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115694639538329518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115694639538329518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/1happy-eve-of-teachers-day-eve-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115676220276804788</id><published>2006-08-28T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:50:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have got good and bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As usual-----bad ones first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1)My exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;English: Pukey.&lt;br /&gt;Math: Stupid. Mr Lee is keeping in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't je like know how we feel? WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue: Honestly, pukey.&lt;br /&gt;Science: Class Average Bklt A-42/60&lt;br /&gt;Class lowest-28/60 AND YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid best class this school has.&lt;br /&gt;HMT: Havent even started thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the&lt;em&gt; good&lt;/em&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)I got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; place(consolation.sadly.) in the National Poem Writing Competition.&lt;br /&gt;Too sad DSA is over.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;Should have been enough to go to...&lt;br /&gt;Oh fine.&lt;br /&gt;I havent even decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;it was quite unexpected actually.&lt;br /&gt;As in, I wrote such a horrible poem.&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT IS FOURTH?&lt;br /&gt;More of UNBELIEVABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)&lt;br /&gt;Why do people hate the best?&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;People hate the best stuff.&lt;br /&gt;this is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;this gives me an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.MyGlitterRomance.com"target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/glitterromance/peoplehate/1.gif" border="0" alt="MyGlitterRomance.com - Glitter Graphics, Glitter Love, MySpace Graphics, MySpace Codes, MySpace layouts, Doll Codes, Glitter Words"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115676220276804788?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115676220276804788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115676220276804788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115676220276804788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115676220276804788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-got-good-and-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115660101646232770</id><published>2006-08-26T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:03:36.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The morning sky reflects in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open and endless, where my heart lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisted and broken, once again I am here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in this prison, captivated by fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel my pain as I lose everything to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too blinded to see what really is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you here so empty, so cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why it is you I need to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have is the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know in my heart, no one will replace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hole that you left still continues to grow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever learn how to let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t live without you; yet you want me gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to do it, I’m not that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised by the words that pummeled like fists,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by pictures of you, how I miss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your smile, the strength of your arms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft sweetness of your kiss, your wonderful charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ll never have again, was it ever meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never love another, you’ll never love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: I don’t personally feel this way. It is just a poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115660101646232770?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115660101646232770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115660101646232770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115660101646232770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115660101646232770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/morning-sky-reflects-in-your-eyes-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115658312180171001</id><published>2006-08-26T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:18:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glassgiant.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://users.glassgiant.com/shahera/shahera-heart.gif" border="0" hspace="0" vspace="0" alt="Image created at GlassGiant.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this today.&lt;br /&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;Oh fine. I know it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;But it IS nice making it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115658312180171001?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115658312180171001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115658312180171001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115658312180171001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115658312180171001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-made-this-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115650687121003219</id><published>2006-08-25T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:54:31.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Aseera.&lt;br /&gt;A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to Lot One.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRETTED NOT BRINGING MY WALLET.&lt;br /&gt;VERY MUCH INDEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was like going around choosing whatever she has always wanted and is going to throw away the next day, and I HAVE TO CARRY THEM, FROM THE SHOP TO HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did not even let me keep you smiling.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? I AM YOUR SERVANT IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;You made a whole list of them.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO KIND TO GIVE YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;And your list had like 20 items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I did not have my wallet, hand phone or ANY survival stuff with me, I was like thirsty and very you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to buy me something from sweettalk (my mother, not my sister lah you gundu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many needy children queuing up for some horrible food in Neponioyupinirokopuniathopia and there you are, asking me to queue up for something from sweettalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello---CORRECTION. I volunteered to queue up this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister was having a shopping spree while I was not allowed to buy smth from sweettalk. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS SO DAMN UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Happy Birthday Aseera.&lt;br /&gt;This time I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Kay? SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, Happy BIRTHDAY Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SMILE TOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115650687121003219?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115650687121003219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115650687121003219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115650687121003219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115650687121003219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-aseera.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115642790102133936</id><published>2006-08-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:58:21.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My y.sister is watching&lt;br /&gt;Out of the Box.&lt;br /&gt;It is another stupid show on playhouse Disney channel.&lt;br /&gt;The noise is disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;she is such a noise polluter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Come on kids! Let's play with jigsaw puzzles today!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;BTW, today was a total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Natalie’s house, return nearly instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Go for West mall, return nearly instantly too.&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, everything was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…exam…&lt;br /&gt;I was just doing my science paper(easier than last time, so hoping for  5695634892 marks. Okay. That IS more than the maximum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got quite a few mistakes already.&lt;br /&gt;Just like math.&lt;br /&gt;It was, so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mrs. Loh did not come.&lt;br /&gt;(Just hope it was not because of US. again.)&lt;br /&gt;Guess who the relief teacher was.&lt;br /&gt;The upside-down-crescent-shaped-eye and weather-beaten aged guy- MR WU.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god he dint orientate him self.&lt;br /&gt;That will take about ¾ hours.&lt;br /&gt;End up he will be talking about of Sentosa instead of Saint John’s Island like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he did try to give us a scolding and a guilty-conscious feeling to the class once he got into the class. So obviously FAILED ATTEMPT.&lt;br /&gt;He was like mumbling t himself that we broke his routine of HIS way of us greeting him.&lt;br /&gt;Which idiot will be like following him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;The science exam was easier than the last time, so obviously I am expecting better marks.&lt;br /&gt;During the exam, I had this horrible feeling that someone was staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;Not Lorraine.&lt;br /&gt;Not Lynnete.&lt;br /&gt;Not Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;Not Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;Not anyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;But, then, I THINK I know who now.&lt;br /&gt;Since it is a still I THINK, I won’t reveal to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this whole staring thing is way stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me way uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115642790102133936?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115642790102133936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115642790102133936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115642790102133936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115642790102133936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115563204444520092</id><published>2006-08-15T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:54:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;YIKES. I have Tuesday Blues.&lt;br /&gt;Its the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;busiest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day of the week and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IT.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. It doen't seem too much like a tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT&lt;strong&gt; IS OKAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School-----&gt; 7.30 a.m. to 1p.m(i am being practical--so it is not 12.50 p.m. )&lt;br /&gt;HMT------&gt;1.30p.m. to 3p.m.( honestly, it is 3.12p.m.)&lt;br /&gt;RETURNS HOME BY 4.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition----&gt;6p.m. to 7.30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt;. It is not that tight.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I still have tons of homework(sch+tuition), assessment books and revision to do.&lt;br /&gt;Still not packed?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;It is still the busiest day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;So,,, I STILL HAVE TUESDAY BLUES. WAA...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TUESDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE TUITION AFTER THIS MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;My father wants me to revise on my own instead of doing too much worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;I will have more PEACE after this month.&lt;br /&gt;YAY for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lame.nvm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay.Enough of celebrations and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Too sad happiness never lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSLE ORAL EXAMINATION IN 2 DAYS&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This whole PSLE thing is so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hate it. WHO LOVES IT? They are bound to be convincing themselves that it is very FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah. The dumb game of our future blah blah blah is so fun.wtv&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And,btw, Mrs Loh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; gave me a great and a good job for two of my composition pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PHEW. At least now, not too late =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s.: If I EVER tell you a secret pleasy pleasy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't let the cat out of the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It should have been a miracle I trusted you, and so please shuttap about that matter, even if doesnt involve me. I hope the person I am talking about knows what in heaven I am talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115563204444520092?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115563204444520092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115563204444520092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115563204444520092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115563204444520092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-tuesday_115563204444520092.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115563203784352164</id><published>2006-08-15T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:53:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;YIKES. I have Tuesday Blues.&lt;br /&gt;Its the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;busiest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day of the week and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IT.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. It doen't seem too much like a tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT&lt;strong&gt; IS OKAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School-----&gt; 7.30 a.m. to 1p.m(i am being practical--so it is not 12.50 p.m. )&lt;br /&gt;HMT------&gt;1.30p.m. to 3p.m.( honestly, it is 3.12p.m.)&lt;br /&gt;RETURNS HOME BY 4.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition----&gt;6p.m. to 7.30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt;. It is not that tight.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I still have tons of homework(sch+tuition), assessment books and revision to do.&lt;br /&gt;Still not packed?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;It is still the busiest day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;So,,, I STILL HAVE TUESDAY BLUES. WAA...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TUESDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE TUITION AFTER THIS MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;My father wants me to revise on my own instead of doing too much worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;I will have more PEACE after this month.&lt;br /&gt;YAY for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lame.nvm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay.Enough of celebrations and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Too sad happiness never lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSLE ORAL EXAMINATION IN 2 DAYS&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This whole PSLE thing is so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hate it. WHO LOVES IT? They are bound to be convincing themselves that it is very FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah. The dumb game of our future blah blah blah is so fun.wtv&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And,btw, Mrs Loh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; gave me a great and a good job for two of my composition pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PHEW. At least now, not too late =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s.: If I EVER tell you a secret pleasy pleasy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't let the cat out of the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It should have been a miracle I trusted you, and so please shuttap about that matter, even if doesnt involve me. I hope the person I am talking about knows what in heaven I am talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115563203784352164?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115563203784352164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115563203784352164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115563203784352164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115563203784352164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-tuesday_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115513113213136646</id><published>2006-08-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:45:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;National &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day Parade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is like the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as last year.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;My YOUNGER sis finds everything so&lt;strong&gt; fascinating&lt;/strong&gt;, and she does not allow me to change the channel. My mother is on her side. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How unpatriotic can I be especially on THIS national day, which is my first national day since I got my citizenship? Well, it is no better than my father, who is not even in town on this special day. Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;Things around me are so freaking boring. Even the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am like left alone—stoning all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now.&lt;br /&gt;I was like looking at my sister's drawerful of white elephant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;If SHE wanted something which is ex, then SHE would just go to the bank, grab some cash, and go buy what she wants.How jealous can I get.I have to save up for months b4 I get what I want.That is UNFAIR.Just because SHE IS SEVENTEEN.Btw, I also do want to get some things with my OWN money and be proud of it, so I should NOT be jealous of her.SHOULD...NOT. And oh yeah. I am being a good girl and am saving up to buy the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billabong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pencil Box----&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$27.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bag-----------&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; $70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Total is $ 1oo+I can save up in... 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not like something that my parents don't want to buy for me or anything, but just something that I WANT TO BUY ON MY OWN.&lt;br /&gt;Leng is with me.&lt;br /&gt;It is more like, I am with Leng.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lemme change the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-No other topic available-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Farewell then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115513113213136646?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115513113213136646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115513113213136646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115513113213136646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115513113213136646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-parade-time-it-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115510660346431842</id><published>2006-08-09T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:56:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is a total mood-less day.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was in a holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;(Talking about holidays, happy national day!)&lt;br /&gt;Then, I ended up doing math.&lt;br /&gt;However, did I have the math-mood?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;My holiday mood was crushed also.&lt;br /&gt;NOT FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;So- I am currently mood-less.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even feel like today is national day.&lt;br /&gt;(even if I do feel it, I will still be bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even computers are getting boring-err by the second.&lt;br /&gt;Now their boredom level has shot up to…&lt;br /&gt;llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;br /&gt;56%! Oh. That is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;It means I hate computers more than I like them!&lt;br /&gt;Oh dearie. The situation is getting bad.&lt;br /&gt;real Bad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should like download some computer game and play it like siao.&lt;br /&gt;But computer games are so not interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have nothing to do but sit down and stone.&lt;br /&gt;-.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;139 words.(I COUNTED! See how bored I am?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115510660346431842?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115510660346431842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115510660346431842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115510660346431842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115510660346431842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-is-total-mood-less-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115504443111060414</id><published>2006-08-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:40:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was such an I-don’t-know-how-to-express day.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, in the morning, I was supposed hand over my keys to mom and I was like thinking “Argh. I am supposed to wait for like eternity down in here” and TADA! She was there! It was like she and I came to the meeting point at the same time. I don’t know why, but I felt glad after that. Maybe because I did not have to wait for like eternity. I was just in a good mood. Do not say I am nuts.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I and Leng planned to meet up after school so that we can go to Lot One together. I was walking towards the bus-stop and I realized that Leng was nowhere near. She was MISSING! Then, after about ¼ hour of serious searching and trying to call each her, I realized that she had told me that she was going to buy ice-cream for her bro. Argh! I AM SO FORGETFUL! In the end, we had to like meet each other at the INTERCHANGE, not the BUS-STOP. Eunice came along too. I guess she had to buy something at Aries. Like always.  Then, when I alighted the bus, guess what the time was? 10:45:00. Wow. That is like EXACTLY the time that I am supposed to reach the interchange. A sense of accomplishment struck me. I was FINALLY on time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Eunice pulled me to the mall and then we started searching-for-Leng-and-her-bro-cum-window-shopping. At about 10:50, WE FOUND BOTH OF THEM(leng and bro) YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Then, we went to get all the stuff we needed.&lt;br /&gt;Then, blah blah blah happened, and blah and we ate lunch at MacDonald. After that, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went on MSN as usual, and when I saw the contact list, I was like so good-moodened. (Oh, fine. there is no such word). I also don’t know why. Crazy me. If any of these that I said contain symptoms to some psychotic illness, please contact me. I think I am nuts.&lt;br /&gt; p.s.: new tagboard. no excuse to not tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115504443111060414?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115504443111060414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115504443111060414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115504443111060414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115504443111060414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-such-i-dont-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115493872255332263</id><published>2006-08-07T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:18:42.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;What shall I update?&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;life is so boring&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;and uneventful&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;there is goes.&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115493872255332263?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115493872255332263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115493872255332263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115493872255332263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115493872255332263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115478533159061840</id><published>2006-08-05T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:42:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now listening to--- Rihanna: Unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)   Finished homework in record time&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I finally finished my homework ON A Saturday MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I woke up at TEN!&lt;br /&gt;Record! I finished my homework in two hours! I am so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: So what you finish it earlier than me? I do it slowly but steadily(okay, now how did I do my work steadily?) unlike the probable case of yours- a piece of junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)   New Haircut&lt;br /&gt;Argh! New Haircut!&lt;br /&gt;My hair is like so freaking short now.&lt;br /&gt;SHOULDER LENGTH! Which is kinda good thing. I do not have to like comb as much early in the morning and you know, combing my hair would be the last thing I would ever like to do early in the morning, and as you can see, I do it horribly.&lt;br /&gt;Jiaxi is never going to forgive me for this. Now she cannot play with my hair. (muahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)   OVER-THE-SEAS&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly. And not me.&lt;br /&gt;Dad has gone to India to build a new house there- AND THE HOUSE IS GOING TO BE ENORMOUS AND CLASSY AND COOL AND HMM…  ERR….&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be as big as a terrace house, only better. Way better.&lt;br /&gt;Do not wow me. Over there houses are much cheaper than in HERE.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore. Our dear lil Singapore.Oh wait—there is a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;…………………….&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It was Dad and he is in the waiting room bored now. Me too. In my room bored like nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115478533159061840?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115478533159061840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115478533159061840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115478533159061840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115478533159061840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-listening-to-rihanna-unfaithful-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115460267919506867</id><published>2006-08-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:57:59.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today there was hmt(haix...) IN THE COMPUTER LAB!(fyi,i am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; happy) Having a HMT lesson is bad enough, but the COMPUTER LAB? That place is so not well ventilated. To top it, we were not using computers. At the first half(to be exact,8/13) of the lesson, there were noisy lil primary three brats in the room and then, the other half(oh fine-7/13) of the lesson was supposed to be compo writng time. Did we write compos? duh-NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay and then, Nat, eunice and I went to take neoprints. It was so crowded there. So many sec students...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Btw, I was late( another core value of shahera's world-lateness for the best stuff) and kept them waiting for... well---- 15 minutes.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lemme try to scan one of em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ONLY ONE.=) (laziness- another core value)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/320/racial%20harmony%20design%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115460267919506867?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115460267919506867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115460267919506867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115460267919506867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115460267919506867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115417052201928893</id><published>2006-07-29T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:55:22.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I vividly remember that day when I was in two ponytails (don’t you dare imagine) and was in green uniform and stepped into a enormous school. It was 3 January 2001, 12.20 p.m. I was finally Primary One. And now, standing (a few hours ago) was a girl, stammering so much before a major exam.(This time, White and brown uniform, small school) Prelim Oral.&lt;br /&gt;Finally. I have finally finished my prelim oral. But the next one. PSLE Oral. 17 August 2006. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So soon. a-a-r-g-h-h.&lt;/span&gt;Why has it all have to happen so soon? 3 January 2001 seems just like&lt;/s&gt; last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;waaaa....i want mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(okay...another sign which shows that I was Primary one just a WEEK ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay. today is a especially loonggg day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(1&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prelim Oral.(7 p.m. to 11.45 p.m.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My guts were all contracting in fear. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I stammered sooo much during the tamil oral. Mrs. Sumathi came to me specially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOR ON-THE-SPOT-SCOLDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;waaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;English, was, and always will be, BETTER. wayyy better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; -lunch-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(2) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tamil Workshop(2 p.m. to 4.30 p.m.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was this soo long and draggy workshop which is supposed to improve my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It won't lah. It was just like another day in tamil class.-yawn-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They talked about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;every topic and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how important it is&lt;/span&gt;, this exam is a stepping stone,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we must  avoid speling errors&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; tips for no more spelling errors, how one word can be formed out of another two, etcetc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;blah blah blah blah blah. yawnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(3) &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heavy bag (4.30 p.m.to... wadeva the time is right now)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the long long talk about &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the gave us so much souvenirs. I was forced to take everything. And as the icing of the cake(in this case the bitter icing of the cake) I had to carry my family members' presents too. wtf. the whole thing was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;at LEAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; twice twice the weight of my+leng's school bag. I couldn't even carry it to the car. My evil family members....When I sat in the  car, I could do Do nothing in the loads of presents but to sleep. Hibernating. For energy to bring all the goodies to my apartment. When I woke up, I still felt like sleeping and I still do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*(4) A supposed to be&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (heard it- 5 minutes ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A man sits down at a resturant and looks at the menu. He tells the waiter "I think I will have the turtle soup". The waiter leaves, but the man changes his mind to pea soup. He yells to the waiter "Hold the turtle, make it pea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(5) Countdown to PSLE Oral&lt;br /&gt;19 Days moreIf I am not wrong. Sorry but my mental sums is a bit horrible. But it should be quite close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115417052201928893?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115417052201928893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115417052201928893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115417052201928893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115417052201928893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-vividly-remember-that-day-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115408940165325374</id><published>2006-07-28T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:23:21.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/1600/bassist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/320/bassist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/1600/guitarist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/320/guitarist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/1600/kovas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/320/kovas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelim oral in A FEW HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing elso to worry about. just the ORAL.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. I am doing so horribly. 9/10 maximum for reading alone!&lt;br /&gt;and i am supposed to get FULL MARKS.&lt;br /&gt;Picture Discussion is so taff.&lt;br /&gt;And conversation? okay lah. That is the only thing I am good at. talking. lol.&lt;br /&gt;talk.talk.talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;urgh. back to the worries....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115408940165325374?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115408940165325374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115408940165325374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115408940165325374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115408940165325374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/07/prelim-oral-in-few-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115398249974520048</id><published>2006-07-27T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:41:39.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am soo stressed. Phew. 2 DAYS TO PRELIM ORAL! aaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme go practise. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115398249974520048?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115398249974520048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115398249974520048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115398249974520048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115398249974520048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-soo-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115391591566072454</id><published>2006-07-26T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:25:33.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei Sarx to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You-yes. YOU JIAWEI.&lt;br /&gt;You have acted enough. I hope you have no more place in my mind. From a BEST FRIEND, you have become a see-talk-friend. That is what my mind says. But in my heart ( yes. I HAVE A HEART TOO.I HAVE FEELINGS TOO) I am worried for you. For the punishment you are going to get if you are going to continue if you are in this attitude. You are living in your own world with Jieru (Now I say. As a sidekick. Like Ron with Kim Possible. No. Make it Sheego with Dr.Drakken). You think YOU are the only one with feelings and that you are a good-in-everything and a know-it-all. By the way, in which dumb storybook of yours did you read that the know-it-all had strong friendships and could treasure it? You are just another act-cute brat (Refer: Teenage Magazine. August Issue. Cover Story- Ranie Young) who is a teacher’s pet. However just think about next year. Everything would be torpsy-turvy (oh. You spotted a spelling error which was made purposely. Not bad.) You would be like a kiddie in Primary School. Not a I-love-to-swing-my-hair-deputy-head-prefect. Do you think you would still have a sidekick who would live in your world? (PLEASE LUH. JIE RU WILL HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO.)Will everyone be like following what you say and put up with your anger? That is why I pity you, darling (for the last time).&lt;br /&gt;People only worship God. Not you. I tried to make up with you although I did perfectly nothing wrong. You ignored me. Didn’t you notice that the fights are actually between you and me? What does this show? YOU ARE A RACIST.&lt;br /&gt;We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the Sun. But the joy and the fun is gone when the seasons are all GONE.&lt;br /&gt;So, all those pleasant things I wrote about you? What about them?urgh&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to take you as a friend because, till now, I have always thought you are my true friend. i don't care if you don't. If you still insist on me being a enemy and you being a loner(besides your sidekick),(which is true) go on.So you and your sidekick just saw me as a pain on your neck. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;It is all over with this full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circle Sand of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;You WERE a simple friend.&lt;br /&gt;And just keep in mind. There is no friendship without fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people will walk in and out or your life,but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;To handle yourself, use your head,To handle others, use your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Anger is only one letter short of danger.&lt;br /&gt;If someone betrays you once, it's his fault.&lt;br /&gt;If he betrays you twice, it's your fault.&lt;br /&gt;Great minds discuss ideas;&lt;br /&gt;Average minds discuss events;&lt;br /&gt;Small minds discuss people.&lt;br /&gt;God Gives every bird it's food,&lt;br /&gt;But He does not throw it into it's nest.&lt;br /&gt;He who loses money,&lt;br /&gt;loses much&lt;br /&gt;He who loses a friend,&lt;br /&gt;loses more&lt;br /&gt;He who loses faith, loses all.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful young people are acts of nature,&lt;br /&gt;But beautiful old people are works of art.&lt;br /&gt;Learn from the mistakes of others.&lt;br /&gt;You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The tongue weighs practically nothing,&lt;br /&gt; but so few people can hold it.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, you and meyou brought another friend&lt;br /&gt;and then there were threewe started our group&lt;br /&gt;Our circle of friendsand like that circle&lt;br /&gt;there is no beginning&lt;br /&gt;there is no end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115391591566072454?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115391591566072454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115391591566072454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115391591566072454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115391591566072454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/07/jia-wei-sarx-to-core-jia-wei-sarx-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115355683152117323</id><published>2006-07-22T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:27:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LISTENING TO: Shakira, Hips Don't Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back again.&lt;br /&gt;It was a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;long day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(tho it is only like midday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuz I took the NUS Test Thing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ohmygod. I was nervous till the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were so many terms there that I had just picked up while revising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dont tell me that I was lucky. There WERE ALOT of terms I dint understand.haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I came out of the examination hall(it was beautiful...),my head was like with so much pressure that f I was not going to cool down, then it would have blast off to space.When I came out, guess what mom said? "hEY. Just now I saw some (high school) studens shooting some water rockets. They did it so well.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pupils who took the test looked so absolutely smart.(Yes.yes.They had the nerd kinda look. Is that going to be an obstacle fo me to get to my dream school&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;my quest to be a space scientist/researcher continues......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There were about 4 more lasallians for the test.Three unexpected- Bunchana, Nathan(6g) and Vivian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rather expected-Gina:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was socialstudies. MRS SUMATHI WOUD NOT TEACHES US SS ANYMORE!HHOOORRAYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but the new teacher is me yeo.haixx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay thats it byeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115355683152117323?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115355683152117323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115355683152117323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115355683152117323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115355683152117323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-to-shakira-hips-dont-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115293672846348098</id><published>2006-07-15T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:12:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i dint post for soo long.&lt;br /&gt;mrs loh dint come to school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Another day of English Lessons wasted.&lt;br /&gt;We did a prelim mock paper tho.&lt;br /&gt;nothing else. you can imagine the nonsense happening in the class. haix...&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers are soo you-know-what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give you a bad mood early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I woke up,she was smiling then, you know all normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she gave mii sister waffles for breakfast and me? porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to whatever she said about all three us being the same in her eyes???&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she did not leave me alone while me reading my storybook.&lt;br /&gt;"Go and put your shoes out to dry,"she screamed.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that. Much more. All those stuff that I dont like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt screaming my head away at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT I CAN'T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CAN. BUT I DONT WANT TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BECAUSE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TODAY IS HER BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115293672846348098?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115293672846348098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115293672846348098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115293672846348098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115293672846348098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115251406640063813</id><published>2006-07-10T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:47:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/1600/unsw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3188/2528/320/unsw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!YAY!YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am soo happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a High Distinction for UNSW Science Exam!&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning, I could sense something good going to happen.And there-IT DID! I am so proud of my clairvoyance....(except for soccer.i wanted France to win:( )&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of soccer, France lost to Italy. 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;haix... STUPID PENALTY. (I am not going to talk about the referee declaring that the goal the went into the goal post did not go into the goalpost for Italy. Oh &lt;censored&gt;, I just did =X lame...)&lt;br /&gt;btw, the twins told me that Italy wins the world cup every twelve years... Wad a pattern.&lt;br /&gt;Good for Italy that it keeps up the pattern (-anger-)&lt;br /&gt;Now back to New South Wales.&lt;br /&gt;All the people who got Distinction/High Distinction were from 6h.:)&lt;br /&gt;Leng shld have taken the test. She would, for sure, get the certificates.&lt;br /&gt;And ... oh yea. The three Js also got certificates(guess who?obvious...)Gina alsoo....&lt;br /&gt;then then, haix, I wont tell anybody else.dEN, they scold melol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gtg. Gotta mug for math or science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test your luck- math or science&lt;br /&gt;then, scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadeva you said, it is, it is tRUE,i AM going to study matience.&lt;br /&gt;wad a lovely piece of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115251406640063813?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115251406640063813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115251406640063813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115251406640063813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115251406640063813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/07/yayyayyay-i-am-soo-happy-i-got-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115210550536505906</id><published>2006-07-05T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:18:25.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oopsie.left the previous post halfway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now.wait.hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes now I remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;002)&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P-S-L-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SOUND EFFECTS?NO?AW MANyou are so not dedicated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*I have hereby confirmed that NUS High is my dream school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope I can get in(wish me good luck.pleasy pleasy please.so pethatic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*I got my PSLE Index number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel that things are happening &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A BIT&lt;/span&gt; too fast -prelim oral in 25 days-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Index number is quite a nice number.Easy to memorise.(*****c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3)Back to World Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*I am hoping for France to win Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tHEY WILL. YOU WANT TO SEE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I AM STILL SO ANGRY WITH GERMANY FOR LOSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Udonkor cried on the spot.Me PERFECT SH0CK.I would have cried too if I was....ANYONE but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sister said -SERVE them Right.Who asked them to win argentina?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;                  me lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;004)i am Sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;(The next2 sentences are dedicated to JR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This word has two meanings-one is the face turn green one-and the other is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:...#$#%@$^$!#$%$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...#$#%@$^$!#$%$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mINE IS the green one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-running nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-blocked nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(have you ever had those together, i will tell you.i had, have, and will have)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-throat a little too painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-slight fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-sneezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am going to turn &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green.I am so ILL.AARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;005)LAST FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs Tee came back to school on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She looked so much more preetier without all our nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly.I hope she visits us more often.Or even teach us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On that day, I and Nat(the only interested ones-no offence to myself or others) found a little cute cabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Nat worte about it in the class blog. wait lemme go copy and paste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://helen-revolution.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I spotted a cat with hind legs that look like rabbits' and a short bushy tail. Then I remembered a show I watched on discovery channel about "cabbits". I actually thought they were crosses between rabbits and cats. I was wrong. Partially. They do exist. There are such things as them and at the same time no such thing. Confused? Let me explain. I did research, and cabbits are not crosses between rabbits and cats but they do exist. They are malformed Manx-type cats. In other words, an extremely rare abnormalty is found in the cat. So cabbits exist, but they are not what we think they are. I wonder if it's going to be in the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There. read all about it. Getting tired already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am so lucky to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-yawn-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.s.:anyone who can afford it, wake me up when it is 3.a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I must see the Portugal-France match.i would appreciate it if you can just call me at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;999.for americans, 991. thnx.or get my house number somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.p.s.: oh yeah.i hope mrs loh doesnt read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;           there is nothing in order or is organised here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;              far too lazy what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.p.p.s: You-yes YOU. betta aask FRANCE to win.or else... hmm.... we will just xee about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;p.p.p.p.s: Stop insulting the soo many ps you can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115210550536505906?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115210550536505906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115210550536505906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115210550536505906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115210550536505906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/07/oopsie.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115210222422410267</id><published>2006-07-05T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:23:44.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.omg.omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe i dint update for SOOO long.&lt;br /&gt;lemme update my BORING lyfe...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Germany LOST IN WORLD CUP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOW DARE THEY? 2-0 SOMEMORE. TO ITALY.&lt;br /&gt;ITALY SCORE ALL IN LAST MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD THEY LET ITALY WIN???&lt;br /&gt;SO ANGRY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... nonono. Tomorrow morning 3a.m. match will reveal the finals winner.&lt;br /&gt;Is it going to be FRANCE?or PORTUGAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCE.FRANCE.GO.GO.GO.FRANCE.FRANCE.&lt;br /&gt;(betta win.)&lt;br /&gt;(betcha will win)&lt;br /&gt;(but god is the one who knows it for certain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115210222422410267?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115210222422410267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115210222422410267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115210222422410267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115210222422410267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115080622952445995</id><published>2006-06-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:23:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so long not updated...&lt;br /&gt;i will most probably update when school reopens..&lt;br /&gt;byee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115080622952445995?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115080622952445995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115080622952445995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115080622952445995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115080622952445995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-long-not-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115037911878209120</id><published>2006-06-15T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:45:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at 9o`clock or smth my mother woke me up just to tell that she was going for a dental treatment with and I am supposed to babysit my sister for the morning.Urgh. Destroy my beauty sleep, just to tell me that piece of awful news. IT IS THE HOLIDAYS FOR GOD`S SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;But then, not too awful. I woke up (as in got off my bed) at 10.30,surf the net,then my dear little sweetie sister woke up at 11. Wake up then go straight to watch TV. I needed to like remind her that the first thing to do is to brush her teeth.come back,complain she miss 5 minutes of her favourite show.what show?JOJO'S CIRCUS!!!It is a show just as bad as ELMO'S WORLD.urgh.&lt;br /&gt;At least she went to watch that show.or else she will find fun in making my things all messed up&lt;br /&gt;When both of my parents came back,they left again soon enough. I was stuck with my younger sister again. Dunt know what happened to her,she started doing her own work. I go leave her by herself,and&lt;br /&gt;I went to study science. I had mood,you see. I studied for 3 hours.No complians,not forced and no rest.Just study.And I realised that it was THREE HOURS.So, tada...the whole day gone.&lt;br /&gt;It is a whole study day gone.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115037911878209120?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115037911878209120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115037911878209120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115037911878209120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115037911878209120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/06/yo-guys_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115037911625068774</id><published>2006-06-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:45:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at 9o`clock or smth my mother woke me up just to tell that she was going for a dental treatment with and I am supposed to babysit my sister for the morning.Urgh. Destroy my beauty sleep, just to tell me that piece of awful news. IT IS THE HOLIDAYS FOR GOD`S SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;But then, not too awful. I woke up (as in got off my bed) at 10.30,surf the net,then my dear little sweetie sister woke up at 11. Wake up then go straight to watch TV. I needed to like remind her that the first thing to do is to brush her teeth.come back,complain she miss 5 minutes of her favourite show.what show?JOJO'S CIRCUS!!!It is a show just as bad as ELMO'S WORLD.urgh.&lt;br /&gt;At least she went to watch that show.or else she will find fun in making my things all messed up&lt;br /&gt;When both of my parents came back,they left again soon enough. I was stuck with my younger sister again. Dunt know what happened to her,she started doing her own work. I go leave her by herself,and&lt;br /&gt;I went to study science. I had mood,you see. I studied for 3 hours.No complians,not forced and no rest.Just study.And I realised that it was THREE HOURS.So, tada...the whole day gone.&lt;br /&gt;It is a whole study day gone.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115037911625068774?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115037911625068774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115037911625068774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115037911625068774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115037911625068774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/06/yo-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115026032868704300</id><published>2006-06-14T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:45:28.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss SCHOOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well when I am locked up in this house supposed to nothing but eat, study, sleep and become BORED,&lt;br /&gt;WHAT else can I do???&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;WorlD cup &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UPDATES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil won 1-0 against Croatia&lt;br /&gt;(yar.. duh!OF course BRAZIL will win.They won the world cup in 2002 for god's sake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goaler: Kaka(44')&lt;br /&gt;44th minute... shld be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France 0-0 switzerland&lt;br /&gt;(how could they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dont score ANY goals???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea won 2-1 against Togo&lt;br /&gt;(yay!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;. Korea: lee chun soo&lt;br /&gt;                Ahn Jung Hwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Togo:dunno dun care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished ALL my homework!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yayy!!! But still need to read all those math enriching books that I borrowed ffrom the library.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go NUS High you see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to go register for Phase 2 on 26 June.&lt;br /&gt;In the least likely case that I FORGET, some one call and remind me.&lt;br /&gt;countdown:A dozen more days...&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115026032868704300?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115026032868704300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115026032868704300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115026032868704300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115026032868704300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-school-well-when-i-am-locked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-115020732817594736</id><published>2006-06-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:02:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See. I am lyke finally updating muah blog. A dozen days.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my today australia won the football match against Japan!!!&lt;br /&gt;3-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan was leading and Australia just scored all the goals in the last 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Aw man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the other matches the groups which I supported won(hoorah hooray!)&lt;br /&gt;I am not like a gurl who likes playing and watching soccer, kay?&lt;br /&gt;I just like watching WORLD CUP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tODAY night there are three matches, all worth watching. Unfortunately, my mom will ask me to catch some sleep so I might watch about half a match. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THE MATCH IS Togo against Korea.&lt;br /&gt;I support KOREA!!!&lt;br /&gt;However, Togo is leading 1-0.&lt;br /&gt;Korea is bound to make up soooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cheer-&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is  working overtime today.&lt;br /&gt;Not till 10, not till 12, BUT TILL THREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes,yes, that is three a.m.( in the morning )&lt;br /&gt;he will  be home at 3.15a.m., probably on time for the last match.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-115020732817594736?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/115020732817594736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=115020732817594736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115020732817594736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/115020732817594736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/06/see.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114915875219866132</id><published>2006-06-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:45:52.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just thinking about wat school I should go to.&lt;br /&gt;(it is "rated")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)NUS High School of Mathematics and Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Raffles Girls School&lt;br /&gt;(mummy forced,k?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Singapore &lt;strong&gt;Chinese &lt;/strong&gt;Girls School&lt;br /&gt;(It is raacial harmony school. eunice told me that("phew!"))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Bukit Panjang Government High School&lt;br /&gt;(It is still No.4 choice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Cedar Girls School?&lt;br /&gt;outta choices already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many schools I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CANNOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  GO TO BECAUSE I AM AN INDIAN.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone calling it fAir?&lt;br /&gt;hello? sINGApore is supposed to be a racial harmony country and all that.&lt;br /&gt;lemme think. I cant go RV,nanyang and schools lyke that.&lt;br /&gt;UNFAIR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114915875219866132?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114915875219866132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114915875219866132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114915875219866132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114915875219866132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-just-thinking-about-wat-school-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114908603142113544</id><published>2006-05-31T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:33:51.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIfe is soo unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my sister produced good o level results, (you hav to agree, three points will omly come from a pure genius) my mum gives my sister wtv she wants. Like, I had this keychain thing and my sister juz came and said,"Aww...so nice," then my mother said,"Let's go Lot One to buy one like that for you." Do you noe how irritating it is? If you dunt, juz imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Later,today also, I was downloading Photoshop(Trial Version) and you noe, I have to click I AGREE TO THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS. Then, my mother went hysterical scolding me that I dint even read the TERMS &amp; CONDITIONS. Like,hello? I doubt whether my sister even read the TERMS&amp;CONDITIONS for going to Indonesia. She paid $200. But muah case was FREE. Unfair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got alot more today itself. I am in such a bad mood. Okies. Need to shut down com already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114908603142113544?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114908603142113544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114908603142113544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114908603142113544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114908603142113544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-soo-unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114898089816116863</id><published>2006-05-30T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:21:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg Lynette and Yeqi are going for the NUS High Camp.&lt;br /&gt;so goood. now i am regretting for not applying in Phase 1. haix...&lt;br /&gt;I know NUS High is my dream school. But the stupid me only knew that I had to apply soo soon the day after the last day for application.This totally sarx.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am applying for Phase 2. Phase 2 will cause much lesser expense but still.&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo unsure whether I will ever get into that school. Oh... it seems so  impossible.&lt;br /&gt;=( cry cry cry&lt;br /&gt;If I apply phase 2 then only got 20% chance I will get in. This seems sooooo sad.&lt;br /&gt;-cries again-&lt;br /&gt;There is noo other good school left for me except for RGS, because Nanyang and SGS are all chinese schools... so is RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go to Bukit Panjang Govt High. That is simple. okie there is alot of schools out there 4 me.Lemme think PSLE dream score? [265]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working towards it lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114898089816116863?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114898089816116863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114898089816116863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114898089816116863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114898089816116863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-lynette-and-yeqi-are-going-for-nus.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114887542892898674</id><published>2006-05-29T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:03:48.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw this on someone's blogg.&lt;br /&gt;There is a see saw which made up of wood, one day a 690 kg guy (this guy is really heavy)sat on one side and a 700kg gurl (this gurl is even heavier)sat on one side. ok now who will go up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;690kg______________700kg&lt;br /&gt;                         ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is the middle!haha because both of them are soo heavy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.back to mugging. already broke my promise that i will go back at twelve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114887542892898674?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114887542892898674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114887542892898674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114887542892898674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114887542892898674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/05/saw-this-on-someones-blogg.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114872869169140497</id><published>2006-05-27T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:18:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays started most of ya guys would be expecting it to come asap but not ME. it is going to be a month of mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first (@-@)then ( -_-zzz) and finally (x_x)&lt;br /&gt;hehex(^-^")&lt;br /&gt;need to do about 7 assessment books... lucky seven but still a sad seven.&lt;br /&gt;oh...I AM GOING TO BE SUCH A MUGGER='( SO BAD. &lt;br /&gt;PSLE.This exam is changing me completely.aw...&lt;br /&gt;-PRESSURE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;4a*...260 and above... haix...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gt it ya noe calculating by school average for the mid-year exams...&lt;br /&gt;but still it was still a close one and probably a calculation mistake one&lt;br /&gt;i still have the chance to drop back in PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pressure-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole of this June hols, i gotta be mugging...&lt;br /&gt;Haix...wad a burden....&lt;br /&gt;WAD A SAD LYFE.&lt;br /&gt;i gt 2 b grateful i found my musicplaying thingy...at least i can rest wif tt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114872869169140497?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114872869169140497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114872869169140497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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collect litter,i am not calling myself cleaner how abt environment artist?then we put everything together make a grave 4 the beach.c, it is called CREATIVITY.was cute.hahas.but threw it away in the end.the plank thingy was so big we open dustibin cover then put in then still 2 big.aft dat we went mcdonald's to eat.den take bus.go back school.den in the bus dat time so fun siia.mrlee and mrchia sit bside each other and both go 2 sleeep.PERFECT!i take a snapshot in my handphone. muaahahaha nvr gonna delete it 4 years.hehex.tired. i wonder how the boiz survived e motivational camp.oo wad a pity. time will be like a snail walking a million miles 4 them.soo sad.another boi-disturbance-free dae!!!&lt;br /&gt;nvr mind. none of their lame insults. after this i was juz thinking... wwad abt considering a gurls sch as a sec sch??heyhey halo.I FINALLY HAV THE STUDY MOOD.&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24385698.post-114812531761354168</id><published>2006-05-20T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:41:57.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is so badd.this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i am SICK.HORRID.&lt;br /&gt;why me???&lt;br /&gt;i feel lyke i am dehydrated.and dizzy. .&lt;br /&gt;i hav bee feeling quite dizzy 4 some time nowadaez.but never knew that I was gonna end uP SICK.&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae, i was juz on msn as USUAL,then suddenly i had this feeling lyke i was gonna puke  juz a much stronger one than lyke iwas gonna PUKE. then i juz dozed off.(mom gave me a medicine((gross)) b4 that)&lt;br /&gt;todae when i woke up, there was my eyes were filled wif tears and the were very hot(hot as in alot of heat,not COOL)&lt;br /&gt;I have fever.I am sick. rar. I broke my record of not being sick for two years(mayb more)&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD i did my homework yesterfay.or ill die.&lt;br /&gt;rar.i am sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114812531761354168?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114812531761354168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114812531761354168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114812531761354168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114812531761354168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-so-badd.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114785982741440870</id><published>2006-05-17T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:57:07.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever since mrs tee left the class, our sitting arrangement has been changing nearly every day, every lesson. very irritating. today mrs loh tried to standerdise it.now leng khoong is so far from me.rar. unfair.no one to  draw me smiley faces everyday.good thing jie ru is beside me. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;but still, i noe the future.i will be bored to death in class,especially math(zzz...and then BEEP!)&lt;br /&gt;nothing.alot of homework and Mrs.loh said this is nothing compared to wat we are going to get soon. freaky.&lt;br /&gt;i dint link my class blog.see some other day i will link it.juz go visit it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helen-revolution.blogspot.com"&gt;www.helen-revolution.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114785982741440870?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114785982741440870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114785982741440870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114785982741440870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114785982741440870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/05/ever-since-mrs-tee-left-class-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114753800528580817</id><published>2006-05-14T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:44:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mothers' dae-- wahahaz,i luv ya mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okie fine where did i stop yesterdae? oh yeah imm. over there juz u noe watz there in imm?not that much. Juz goin roundandround the mall for some watches or smth.ended up buying a converse shoe. noot bad at all. brown and beige-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;watchin another moovie this time for mothers' day.no sign of a examination comin up. tmr will b a complete change. u wil c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gtg.gd nite. cya in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114753800528580817?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114753800528580817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114753800528580817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114753800528580817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114753800528580817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-dae-wahahazi-luv-ya-momokie.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114751826487904193</id><published>2006-05-13T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:04:24.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae-nothing happened lorz&lt;br /&gt;#1 bEcAmE DaMn bOrED BeCOz iTz nO mOod 4 anYtHiInG DAE&lt;br /&gt;#2PlAYeD sKipPING FoR QuItE LoNg tIll I GaVe Up&lt;br /&gt;#3i aM GOiNg tO PiCk my ThRee dAeZ aFtER BdaY GIfT&lt;br /&gt;#4 pOSTED HERE TWICE IN 1 DAE FOR ONCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always get my threee days after my birthday present.i always do.get another present&lt;br /&gt;after three days from the birthday&lt;br /&gt;hahax.wierdd,but STILL. It is like my family "practise"&lt;br /&gt;not that i dun get a present on my birthday,but i get to PICK any present i want on&lt;br /&gt;err. three days after my birthday,and ddunt  ask y 3 days.i dunno. it is alwayz like tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala.gtg picking at IMM.byez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114751826487904193?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114751826487904193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114751826487904193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114751826487904193'/><link rel='self' 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mOod f0r playin&lt;br /&gt;rar&lt;br /&gt;cant d0 anythin' .&lt;br /&gt;oh thursday exAM results were out-&lt;br /&gt;It was fine-everything was 80+&lt;br /&gt;mind you it was fine to me and only ME&lt;br /&gt;there they r two ppl- look could hav gotten band 1 for this a* for that.&lt;br /&gt;wateva.&lt;br /&gt;i gt wat i deserved.that's it.&lt;br /&gt;-rar-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114750913090799618?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114750913090799618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114750913090799618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;u can c noe,i nvr update 4 sooooo long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SA1 almost over and gt almost all my results, except 4 Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was a damn tough paper.even the geniuses will gat only like err..80?&lt;br /&gt;i will worship tose who get 90+&lt;br /&gt;How abt me?Juz cant think abt it&lt;br /&gt;All those i get results were all 80+&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;one band 2&lt;/strong&gt;, two band 1)&lt;br /&gt;And i am havin a bad headache and i cant write anything like properly.&lt;br /&gt;dun mind if it is more boring than usual=)&lt;br /&gt;muahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday(10 may) also over&lt;br /&gt;LOADS OF PRESENTS&lt;br /&gt;they were given a little too early or too late.&lt;br /&gt;rarely were they on time&lt;br /&gt;$$$like i care-i still get presents$$$&lt;br /&gt;My mom juz gav me extra 1ooo bucks in my bank&lt;br /&gt;i want cash or gifts on my hands-not for the FUTURE crap.&lt;br /&gt;lalala.i gt 3 new pencil boxes.now i cant even ask mom for a new billabong pencil boxes.no fair.&lt;br /&gt;gtg bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114744689884826520?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114744689884826520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114744689884826520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114744689884826520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114744689884826520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/05/vesak-day-holiday-omg-i-realised-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114683415432611088</id><published>2006-05-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:09:43.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg the weekend is here=(&lt;br /&gt;Need to mugmugmug(4 math full papers,6 tl papers,and alot of science qustions-and revise all the files and blahlblah....in two days!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pukes,faints,dies-&lt;br /&gt;when talking abt dieing , i remebered---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song that abt leaving dls...='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As It Comes To An End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here in class,I observe my friends&lt;br /&gt;And look forward to the year&lt;br /&gt;Coming to an end.(nonono)&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be sad&lt;br /&gt;To say good- bye.(byebye)&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will cry.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day&lt;br /&gt;When I came back&lt;br /&gt;To be with my friends&lt;br /&gt;And get on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;(oh frends i don wanna leave u i wanna b wif u...come back come back come backto b wif me 4eva...)&lt;br /&gt;We had so many moments;Some bad, most great.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember the love(oh frend..)&lt;br /&gt;And erase the hate.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say good- bye(no no,it is not i wanna do)&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this year&lt;br /&gt;To come to an end.(dont let it end,c'mon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonono this is not what i want...&lt;br /&gt;c'mon oh i dont...wanna leave them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont...make it happen&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Today is Kelly Yap birthday--too sad i was too broke to buy her a present=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114683415432611088?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114683415432611088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114683415432611088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114683415432611088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114683415432611088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-weekend-is-here-need-to-mugmugmug4.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114655678980151743</id><published>2006-05-02T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:04:50.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SA1 here already...&lt;br /&gt;2morrow i have EL LC and Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;2day i gt back 1 of my Compos aNd there i saw-24/40!!!&lt;br /&gt;like omg.this is certainly a shock to someone who always scores 30+&lt;br /&gt;-pukes-&lt;br /&gt;oh fine even though e fact is tt i did it in a real huge,tremenodous,blahblahblahvous hurry, the minimum i shld hav gotten is a 29 or a 30.&lt;br /&gt;-faints-&lt;br /&gt;For exam tommorrow, it is not going to b on an accident(mrsloh told us.) so i wont like study all those regarding accident. i will take a glance through,though. Okay,I can hear Mommy nagging already. I gtg.&lt;br /&gt;-rar-&lt;br /&gt;-i have to mug,mug,mug,mug it,and gonna mug with a mug(of milo)which is not mugged.&lt;br /&gt;dunno meaning,check dictionary-mug has 3 meanings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114655678980151743?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114655678980151743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114655678980151743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114655678980151743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114655678980151743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/05/sa1-here-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114628689897347737</id><published>2006-04-29T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:02:02.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i am so sorry i didnt update my blog.you noe not allowed to use the computer and all that. that is terrible thing to do to a preteen.very terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;okay this weekend holiday is a long weekend(tt is wat the teachers say,but i am sure it wouldnt be) cos monday is Labour day,YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but there is a pile of homework on my table due on tuesday. no fair teacher gimme so much hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;after hw, it is not tt i am free you noe. need to mugmugmug.wednesday gt SA1 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-dies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;like omg the half year exams are laready here and in no time, PSLE will be tommorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-pukes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-faints-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-dies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i am thinking about the future when i've to part from my best frenz in primay school.i am making the lyrics for a song abt tt. tt song is not the lively cos (duh)it is sad'-'&lt;br /&gt;the problem is- i dunt want to think abt it=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114628689897347737?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114628689897347737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114628689897347737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114628689897347737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114628689897347737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-so-sorry-i-didnt-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114518944112735599</id><published>2006-04-16T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:10:41.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>easter sundaee--- the day wasnt as cheerful as its eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first early in the morning, dad crashed the car and the tire-made so much noise(mayb abt the pain) and did not moooove. i had to watch it being towed away='(&lt;br /&gt;n then i really dunt noe wat is in me but i started practising math- with no nagging  reminders or any sort of that crap,,, and you noe god doesnt like me studying , i was called out 4 shopping=))&lt;br /&gt;shopping(unlike girly girls i hate shopping, though i am a girl) was terrible--- none of the tidbits i liked was available in the &lt;em&gt;whole mall&lt;/em&gt;!!! -for your info, i eat like like a pig but actually am a bamboostick-&lt;br /&gt;what a terrible &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114518944112735599?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114518944112735599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114518944112735599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114518944112735599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114518944112735599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-sundaee-day-wasnt-as-cheerful.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24385698.post-114511276582571072</id><published>2006-04-15T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:12:35.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh-life is like so unfair&lt;br /&gt;a girl who is juz 5 years... only 5 years older than me gets so much freedom(that is seventeen, and according to me tts the coolest part of teenage) and money power$_$ and gadget power&lt;br /&gt;that's my sister i've got almost nothing compared to her cool stuff=(&lt;br /&gt;okie fine if u had been hardworkin enuf, u would hav calculated my age, which is already preteen, very incredibly near to teen--- so i shld get quite a good share of what a seventeen year old has rite--- i m pinpointin smthing or i wont b wrting al these crap--- I WANNA NEW MP3!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114511276582571072?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114511276582571072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114511276582571072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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came and there was this conv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Dont go&lt;br /&gt;Master: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Guard: I dremt last night that the flight you were in crashed and everyone in died.pls dont go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master dint deny and stayed at home. The incident the guard said reall came true.&lt;br /&gt;Then the master fired the guard out of his job. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;   ___gd luckk___&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24385698-114449586730419560?l=imperfectionist--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/feeds/114449586730419560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24385698&amp;postID=114449586730419560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114449586730419560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24385698/posts/default/114449586730419560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imperfectionist--.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-is-puzzle-you-might-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
