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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-114897452775126617</id><published>2006-05-30T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:37:26.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7660/583/1600/happycupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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cupcakes!'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-112633998017199285</id><published>2005-09-10T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T16:13:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dark waltz - hayley westenra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the lucky ones&lt;br /&gt;We shine like a thousand suns&lt;br /&gt;When all of the colour runs together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you company&lt;br /&gt;In one glorious harmony&lt;br /&gt;Waltzing with destiny forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me into the night&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the full moon shining so bright&lt;br /&gt;Turning me into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time dancers whirling past&lt;br /&gt;I gaze through the looking glass&lt;br /&gt;And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred geometry&lt;br /&gt;Where movement is poetry&lt;br /&gt;Visions of you and me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me into the night&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the full moon shining so bright&lt;br /&gt;Turning me into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me into the night&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the full moon shining so bright&lt;br /&gt;Let the dark waltz begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me wheel - let me spin&lt;br /&gt;Let it take me again&lt;br /&gt;Turning me into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays were wonderful, apart from my uncompleted homework~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-112633998017199285?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-8545161.post-112400751796839292</id><published>2005-08-14T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:18:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum [and some other random dumbasses] is convinced tt im on some form of diet, if not anoerexia. they would look at me strangely and claim tt i hav lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: am i fat? cos ive not lost any weight at all according to the weighing machine outside PE dept. and if they claim tt i &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; fat, n my weight remains the same, then i can logically deduce tt i &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; fat. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shes stuffing me up with all sorts of fattening things. ive recently read tt anoerexics and bullemics love stuffing others up while watching them contentedly. but i shall be sympathetic and understanding during this very difficult time of middleage crisis for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dumb fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i think my eyebags r gaining weight. hmpf. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-112400751796839292?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/112400751796839292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=112400751796839292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/112400751796839292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/112400751796839292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-mum-and-some-other-random-dumbasses.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-112184875300551822</id><published>2005-07-20T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:39:24.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala.. long time no blog.. quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Loner&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'69'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Prep/Jock/Cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'44'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Drama nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'31'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Stoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Punk/Rebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'19'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;19%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Ghetto gangsta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'6'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;6%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What's Your High School Stereotype?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not accurate lah... goth?! moi?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-112184875300551822?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/112184875300551822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=112184875300551822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/112184875300551822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/112184875300551822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/07/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-112159730128689758</id><published>2005-07-17T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:49:11.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frigging malnourished cow. some wonderful scientist must hav genetically modified u such tt u hav no brain and &lt;s&gt;low&lt;/s&gt; no milk production. awww. suggestion: sue the scientist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-112159730128689758?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/112159730128689758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=112159730128689758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/112159730128689758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/112159730128689758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/07/frigging-malnourished-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111664562966955937</id><published>2005-05-21T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:20:29.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raises eyebrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rolls eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bemuses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sniggers &lt;s&gt;cynically&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what. u are right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*above: the process of reading someone's blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111664562966955937?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111664562966955937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111664562966955937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111664562966955937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111664562966955937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/05/hmm-yeahyeah.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111623476403062336</id><published>2005-05-16T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:12:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im backkkk</title><content type='html'>IM BACKKKKK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after TWO plus LONG DREARY WEEKS without INTERNET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i can once again bask in the blissfulness of surfing the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my darling blog which i have forsaken for so long!! i shall reveal the horrors i have undergone these days! first horror: EOI second horror: ORA third horror: EOI results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eoi sucks. need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ora sucks too. need i elaborate? oh yes i must! hehe. wadeva we might claim to be the nutritious sesame in our jellies r in fact: DIRT! yes. dirtdirtdirt. one speck of dirt might be a whole colony of bacteria! mwahahahaha. and i missed my beloved 7 o'clock soap cos i was busy making jellies at nerissa's hse, where my fellow sesame jelly makers were unappreciative of my soap ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. the third horror is really the worse worse horror. while smartiepantsies like jesu were happily getting their names announced as the top in wadeva wadeva. ppl like ME were wallowing in the bottomless pit of despair and denial [denying tt the teacher had refused to award me bonus marks for writing my name):]. i probably failed my history. bleargh. i dont even hav an A+ in anything yet?! and half of the year has already passed by. SIGH. i guess my sec 3 year's completely gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. there was also the 2.4km test which i was sure i was gonna fail... BUT DIDNT!!! :D im so happy. even though i got only a D and blah. im so proud of myself. plus my blackheads lessened after the run. prob cos the pores opened or smthg. maybe i should run more often. i feel those cynical vibes again so i shall share a cynical story: after the 2.4km run, gen's dad was really really kind to offer us a ride to jurong pt and xlx n i went to sweettalk to eat dessert. so the honey dew sago came in a bubbletea kinda package. so after i got the drink, i held the cup and starting shaking it to mix the ice. and xlx, trying to ape me, failed miserably in her attempt as the cup slipped out of her feeble grip and landed on the floor with a big BIG splash. guess wad? there was a handicapped lady in a wheelchair selling stuff just beside where the cup dropped so xlx rushed me away before the greenish liquid flowed to the lady's wheelchair. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go download more gwen stefani songs (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111623476403062336?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111623476403062336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111623476403062336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111623476403062336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111623476403062336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-backkkk.html' title='im backkkk'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111547083170335364</id><published>2005-05-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T21:00:31.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post eois</title><content type='html'>yay! eois r over! lets rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. wanqin, zhongning, xlx n i went for lunch tgt after the maths paper. and alot of weird things happened on friday. ok, so 4 of us were eating at this chicken rice stall at fareast, then gen joined us n we went to take mrt. we saw this transsexual. serious. not kidding. he/she had really huge biceps and his/her boobs r like totally fake. as in not silicon lindsay lohan kinda fake but stuffed the bra kinda fake. u could see tt the surface of the chest is like so crumpled n uneven? then gen said tt they were prob terrorists n the guy's in a disguise with the bombs hidden in teh chest. haha. so we didnt get into the train with them. in case we got bombed. after we alighted at cityhall, we met ANOTHER transsexual. this time. we were not sure if it was a guy or a gal. he/she was initially holding the hands of a middle aged lady. when i stared at them, they suddenly dropped their hands and looked guilty. hmm... gen n i were discussing abt them n spying on them in teh train. hehe. then they also noticed us staring at them so they whispered among themselves too. haha. we deduced tt dere must be a gay meeting at orchard, prob a lunch get together or smthg.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen, xlx n i went to bugis. AGAIN, we met another weirdo. no, two. well actually they r just con-women. they were like pretending tt they were frm some magazine n trying to make us buy this fake calvin klein perfume n giordano polo tee. xlx saw them last year too. haha. but it was cheaper last yr. lol. ok, huan was late for 30 mins! so while we waited, we were being conned by the stupid con-women. good entertainment lah. so gen left, and huan xlx n i were left. THEN started the cursing weirdos. everyone seemed to curse us for some reason. maybe its our uniform. prejudice. the auntie [fatty] at the neoprint shop cursed us loudly for asking her twice which machine had glittery neos. 2 aunties cursed us for touching her stuff n not buying anything. the guy at the gelato icecream stall was the nicest. he was really cute n he kept smiling even though xlx n huan were taking so damn long to choose their flavours. oh n we saw fiona xie, jeffwang n leyao filming some tv show at bugis. we, unknowingly, walked into the shooting scene but escaped. haha. they r damn short n skinny lorh. mabbe tts cos me n huan r TALL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! EOIs r over! im reading yoga books now. abt breathing n gravity. surprisingly it makes alot of sense. i feel zen-ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i found my dream orange bikini at adidas! its so much cheaper den roxy's orange bikini. its 45 bucks. yesyesyes! buy it for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111547083170335364?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111547083170335364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111547083170335364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111547083170335364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111547083170335364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/05/post-eois.html' title='post eois'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111510054677497303</id><published>2005-05-03T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T14:09:06.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugging</title><content type='html'>hi! im reporting live frm the library! yes we r mugging &gt;&lt; we borrowed a laptop to blog and blogsurf. cant help doing this. after all, mugging is indeed boring boring boring. im bored. wq's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i wish i nvr hav to mug'- quote wq 1 sec ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she just asked me if she really said tt just now. -.-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i died for history n chinese. ok, maybe not for chinese cos the tianxiehanzi was really easy. but im already cremated for history. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! chem tmr. how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ. says wq. Conducting a poll: For A-levels, would u study&lt;br /&gt;1. at home&lt;br /&gt;2. in school&lt;br /&gt;3. outside (cafe etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt was by wq k. i chose 1. wq would choose no2. she threatens to make me choose 2 too :x maybe she'll stay at the hostel. then i can study at her room and empty her fridge and carry out spot checks. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111510054677497303?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111510054677497303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111510054677497303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111510054677497303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111510054677497303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/05/mugging.html' title='mugging'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111477191689870612</id><published>2005-04-29T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T18:51:56.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid assholes</title><content type='html'>studied at the library after school today with wanqin n yufang. we r so hardworking -beamsproudly- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the gym when i got home. BUT some stupid asshole of a security guard had to be on shift at the same time i went to the gym. so i was like: i need to use the gym. he gav an evil smile which meant to look professional n kind but anyway it seems sinister in my ESTEEMED opinion. he said: how old r u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately the shield guards in my brain geared up and i began to take note of this asshole's existence seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i told him i was just 16. he seemed unconvinced n continued tt loser smile. after all, only thsoe abv 16 could use the gym. then he proceeded to tell me a story abt how this 16 year old went to the gym at the other condo he worked at n how she lost a finger on the treadmill as she lost balance. sigh. then he turned around his com screen [which i had thought was only for show] and showed me the CCTV images of the gym. it was supposed to be a threat i guess. to send me the distinct msg tt HE WOULD BE WATCHING. i was like: its not as if i would damage the machines.. den he continued his stupid grin n said tt it was abt my safety. SUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im nvr going to the gym again. not with all those perverted security guards peeking through sneaky CCTVs. i wont even go to the study room at the clubhse anymore. i saw tt dere was a camera at the studyroom too. so much for privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for tt dumb 16 year old. i hereby declare her the disgrace of 16 year olds everywhere. and its not really as if im a die hard workout freak who would drive myself on the treadmill to the edge of losing my finger.  -raisesbigLsign-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another splattered bug in the windshield of my life. sigh. but recently, ive realised tt the bugs have had a massive reproduction rate. i think its their mating season. it could be considered an epidemic. since its kinda like a virus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who do not get the metaphor. go watch garfield. garfield's like my fav animal. he's orange, loves TV, slack &lt;s&gt;and cynical&lt;/s&gt;. just like me. haha&lt;div 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assholes'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111469646992005769</id><published>2005-04-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:54:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckers</title><content type='html'>http://queerdreamz.illusione.com/SYF05/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;links to all the String ensembles' SYF audio recording. wanqin gav it to me. nanyang sounds really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont expect me to do everything for u. im tired of ur nagging n ur crapping. why not use ur energy to do smthg productive instead. n im not the only one who feels this way. others thinks so too. im so sorry to say so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111469646992005769?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111469646992005769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111469646992005769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111469646992005769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111469646992005769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/04/fuckers.html' title='fuckers'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111460485542388569</id><published>2005-04-27T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:34:39.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syf</title><content type='html'>we didnt get gold with honours. but this is one of the few events whereby i actually care more abt the process than the results. although the results were quite impt too... i really enjoyed the nice sectionals n combined rehearsals (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess nanyang, dunman n ri really deserved the gold w/ honours. i mean, for this syf, nanyang has been practising really hard since the december holidays.. and all 3 of them probably hold rehearsals almost everyday. unlike us, who crammed everything into the last few weeks :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt tt we didnt try our best. not tt it matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess ms khoo, ku, zhao had given up hope of gwh like a few weeks ago liao.. tts y ms khoo didnt leave today. cos she expected what we would get already, unlike last time. i wonder if we would get DC for not returning to sch after syf.. dont they understand tt we HAVE to stay to listen to the results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, speaking of the results. when ri n rjc both got gold w/ honours, they were like cheering with and for each other. but when they announced tt we got gold, there was hardly any clapping. it felt as if rgs was excluded frm the dumb raffles family. mgs was screaming like neurotics. my eardrums hurt. and they also got gold. but we didnt even respond much. we were just clapping, disppointed n silent. &lt;s&gt;attention deficit losers&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i guess most rgs grps dont get gold w/ honours, cept for band. mabbe we just expect too much of ourselves. tts why most perf arts grps frm rgs r always so disheartened after syf cos we only get gold all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's always the strings concert later on to look forward to! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i survive these, tt is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOIs&lt;br /&gt;2.4 km run&lt;br /&gt;PFT&lt;br /&gt;english compo test&lt;br /&gt;maths test&lt;br /&gt;physics PT&lt;br /&gt;chinese PT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add on: just realised today tt this will be me n my batch's last syf. cos even if we do get into strings in jc, we cant take part in syf cos we'll only be jc1 then.. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111460485542388569?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111460485542388569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111460485542388569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111460485542388569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111460485542388569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/04/syf.html' title='syf'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111442906819306065</id><published>2005-04-25T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:47:48.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy again</title><content type='html'>yay! im unusually happy today! ironically, this is also becus of SYF :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we played really really well today!! although we were out of tune for a lot of times, but we were really together and we mooooove xD wanqin is an inspiration. cos she sits in front of me, i can see her butt constantly leveraging (?) and her movements totally motivate me. yes motivate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' move alongthe music with ur butts !'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qoo n mz were praising and praising us today cos we, the cello sect, were sooo uber superb (: i can actually hear the cellos quite distinctly amidst the &lt;s&gt;screechy&lt;/s&gt; melodious violins.  yay we rock we rock. although we might not be GWH material, but we could just get gold... cant wait for SYF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its unbelievable how many ppl r anoerexic these days. it started with mark kate olsen's starbucks diet. then the knowledge spread to renee zellweger and lindsay lohan [who's really really skinny now with big silicon sacks hanging onto her hollow frame]. all these is due to globalisation: improvements in communication! hehe, ignore the ss part.  i saw somebody today who used to be quite muscular, or chubby?, who looks totally stick thin now. i guess u can always tell if someone is skinny by nature or by an eating disorder. i mean, this other skinny girl beside her looked nice and 'normally' skinny. but the suspected anoerexic looked really worn out, looked like she had bad face botox tt shrunk her whole cheeks. and its not as if its becus the anoerexic is actually skinnier than the other skinny girl. she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my mum's going on this atkin's low carb diet or smthg. she eats wee little portions, or should i say bits , of rice every meal. and she insists tt she consumes alot of other foods so she doesnt need to eat the rice cos shes full. crap lah. i think she has eating disorder. ppl like this r really really irritating. they, like my mum, go around flaunting abt how much they eat n how slim they r den return home in their private hidey-holes n consume wee lil bits of low carb crap [not even sure if these crap qualifies as food]. the worst part is how they like to compare n contrast with others n hold dillusional views abt their body. just like how the skinny somebody used to compare her legs with me n how my mum likes to tell everyone tt im fat. btw, mum! i ought to be 4 kg heavier den u cos of &lt;s&gt;brain mass&lt;/s&gt; my height advantage of over 10 cm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, ive a great idea! how abt i put my current client, wq, on an atkin's diet? hmm, i noe this is unhealthy but the starbucks diet reaps fast results too leh ;) haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111442906819306065?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111442906819306065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111442906819306065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111442906819306065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111442906819306065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-again.html' title='happy again'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111426132823687127</id><published>2005-04-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:02:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>i dunno wads wrong with me today. i think its the stress getting to me :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i arrived at mz's house for my cello lesson. when i went in, dere were these two girls in those tight revealing outfits with too much makeup sitting at the table staring at me. i felt extra and underdressed for some reason. then i started thinking abt whether i should dress less sloppily for my lessons [usually im in berms n tees which r often not ironed]. and yi an was playing this abstract piano piece in another corner of the living room. so as i thought, i felt more and more depressed. i even started crying for some reason. maybe yi an is really good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, after 20 mins of sitting at the living room table, i went inside for my lesson. in the room, i waited for another 5 mins for mz to finish zapping some scores for her prev student. she came back in, i started playing some major scales, she said it was good. all was just normal n fine. then she started talking abt strings [as usual] and how she would be more demanding with her students den others and tt our un-synchronised costume would make us lose pts and tt if i were i/c of costume she would hav interfered more. den the wave of sadness overcame me again ): den she admitted tt unless we were blessed with some divine intervention, we would be lucky to get GOLD. and the most despairing part was tt i knew tt wad she said was true. even as i feebly try to defend our costume as she described the wonderful mgs or stnicks costume, i knew tt she was right. shucks.  green scarves.. go figure :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt i was in no mood for the lesson anymore. i screwed up all my minor scales and she seemed really unhappy. den dere were times when tears would just appear for some reason and i had to look down at the bridge to avoid letting her see them. sigh. i think my cello's bound to slip out of tune again during syf. as it always does in an air-conditioned environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, the first thing i did was to go to the gym and start speedwalking on the treadmill. i feel like a miserable rodent running in a ratrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111426132823687127?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-8545161.post-111408829541732513</id><published>2005-04-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:58:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may it be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; May it be an evening star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shines down upon you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; May it be when darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your heart will be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh! How far you are from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mornië ut¨²lië (Quenya: Darkness has come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Believe and you will find your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mornië alantië (Quenya: Darkness has fallen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A promise lives within you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; May it be the shadow's call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Will fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; May it be your journey on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To light the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When the night is overcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You may rise to find the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mornië ut¨²lië (Quenya: Darkness has come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Believe and you will find your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mornië alantië (Quenya: Darkness has fallen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A promise lives within you now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; A promise lives within you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i love enya. this song is frm lotr btw. im addicted to new age (: sarah brightman, josh groban. though their songs can get really drag-gy and i gotta be really zen to listen to them..&lt;br /&gt;the imagery in these songs are so pretty. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111408829541732513?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111408829541732513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111408829541732513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111408829541732513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111408829541732513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/04/may-it-be.html' title='may it be'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111398134945272652</id><published>2005-04-20T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T15:15:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beepbeep</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You're of the "I hate school"&lt;br /&gt;breed!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You just hate going to school&lt;br /&gt;and can't stand waking up every day just for&lt;br /&gt;school. But no choice, you just force your way&lt;br /&gt;through school and when the time comes, you&lt;br /&gt;leave the country for other, better education&lt;br /&gt;systems. Bah, at least you have the resources&lt;br /&gt;to do so, you rich/smart bugger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nir1/quizzes/Which%20Stereotypical%20Singaporean%20Student%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;Which Stereotypical Singaporean Student Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i saw it on wanqin's blog n decided to do it. wanqin's a model student, yufang's a slacker. im a rich/smart bugger?! -blinksblankly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i havnt started revising for EOIs yet! all becus of the stupid SYF taking up all my time. -ahha! i sound so mugger type right!!i knew it i knew it!-   bet my GPA this year will be much much lower den last year. i bet i wont even be able to reach 3.6 this year ):  this sounds positively cynical [haha!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school. school sucks. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111398134945272652?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111398134945272652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111398134945272652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111398134945272652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111398134945272652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/04/beepbeep.html' title='beepbeep'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111381538736322672</id><published>2005-04-18T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:09:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>argh. im stressed n bored. im supposed to be studiously completing my steep pile of homework but here i m blogging. im like.. listening to faye wong's dan yuan ren chang jiu in loops now? cos i wanna memorise the lyrics for ting xie tmr. this song's ruining my impression of faye wong :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, why cant they make us hav tingxie on some jaychou, or even better cyndi wang song? those hav really simple words [probably cos the singers r simple minded -sniggers] and its catchier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at a dilemma... should i go for the uk fieldtrip? it seems really educational n all although we're not stopping at more famous tourism capitals like london.. plus it costs over 3000 bucks? so i'll be feeling quite guilty if i went too :x after all, with 3000 over bucks i can go on a luxurious tour of europe liao, n not just looking at some ulu part of wales ):  i suppose i can wait for the france-uk trip next yr, but its NOT EVEN CONFIRMED!! plus i cant go for taiwan now tt zhongning's also going for the uk fieldtrip. yufang's not even sure if she can go. im not gonna at stuck at some anti-china [tai-du!] country for one whole month by myself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to take passport sized photos today after sch, for the stupid house card. den while i was waiting for the photos to develop, huanniex called out in her cute voice: 'fanfan!'. den i turned n saw an adorable tall girl in nanyang uniform with skyblue braces grinning n waving (:  hehehe. i m being dramatic. lalala, she said RISE was really really good cos she heard them n we'll probably die. esp us, since we're playing right after them. SIGH. HEY!!! SIGH!!! it can be strings' new name :D erm.. stands for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;trings &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;reat as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;omework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds so sarcastic n cynical right? so unlike the optimistic n sunny me (: -yeahright-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh. i dont noe wad crap im saying -_-" i think the steep pile of homework is buzzing at me frm the back of my mind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111381538736322672?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111381538736322672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111381538736322672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111381538736322672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111381538736322672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/04/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111355533043770073</id><published>2005-04-15T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:55:30.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syf n pts</title><content type='html'>lalala, i havnt been blogging for 11 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate abbreviations ): for example: SYF, PT, RGS, NAFA, PE  blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually abbreviations r for names/phrases too &lt;s&gt;sinful&lt;/s&gt;unpleasant to be said in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite busy this week cos of strings practices, PTs mainly. sigh, SYFs r stressful :/ i really hope strings get GOLD WITH HONOURS this time round, esp since we put in so much effort... skipping our recesses n lunches just to practice sectionals. the costume might be horrible, but our wonderful playing will hopefully divert attention from the horrid scarves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT [performance task] is officially the 'in' n 'happening' word amongst educators these days. -shakeshead- socialstudies, maths, bio PTs r braincell massacres.  i think my marks will get weighed down by these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we took our &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt; body composition test today. guess wad? fanfan is made up of 18.6% fats. hahaha. its lesser den wad i expected. wynne only has like 5+ kg of fats?! lol. anyway, i was enthusiastic abt running under the sun today cos i desperately wanted a chance to use my blotting paper (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im a really pro nutritionist/diet consultant. my coke diet plan for wanqin has shown result w/n 2 yrs of implementation and now the diet's expanding to chocolates n fast food. soon, u shall see wanqin as the curvy, voluptous gal [which she is already now..] WITH a skinnier figure.  MWAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111355533043770073?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111355533043770073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111355533043770073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111355533043770073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111355533043770073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/04/syf-n-pts.html' title='syf n pts'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111260569654398845</id><published>2005-04-04T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:08:16.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sspt</title><content type='html'>brr.. shaw lab is cold &gt;&lt; i hate SS PT ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored but i feel stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers r numb frm the cold blasts billowed frm the horrible aircon above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is turning into mush [not tt it was originally water]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those slogging out for the SSPT now, i can comfort u by admitting tt i m barely halfway there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: certain clothes might elevate one's looks but it does not apply to everyone. so dont dress in some nice branded clothes if u suck in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not cynical!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111260569654398845?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111260569654398845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111260569654398845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111260569654398845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111260569654398845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/04/sspt.html' title='sspt'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111183541148636968</id><published>2005-03-26T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:10:11.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cornyyy</title><content type='html'>hahahaha. i know lots of jokes now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning journey week was really slack. did none of my hmwk though. still got the 2 PTs, maths revision, and yuedubaogao left. sighhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; the world trade game. [IRAN ROCKS]&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;liked&lt;/span&gt; watching ms congeniality 2 [at least sandra bullock's funny]&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disliked&lt;/span&gt; URA n CDB tour&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; sungei buloh and the transect thingies&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loathed&lt;/span&gt; selling T-issue!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with regards to the ppl whom ive begged for donations but was rejected:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if u dont have money, then dont go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if ur boyfriend/husband refuses to donate, u should just dump them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if u r the type who looks down on bimbos, well, u should not. cos they donate far more than U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if u cant see or hear me, tt explains y u r able to live with urself: cos u cant see how ugly u r or how horrible u sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111183541148636968?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111183541148636968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111183541148636968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111183541148636968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111183541148636968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/03/cornyyy.html' title='cornyyy'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111154991460635122</id><published>2005-03-23T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T11:51:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes</title><content type='html'>i was bored so i started surfing the net. lalala. here are some jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the man who fell asleep at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;pre&gt;One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at the&lt;br /&gt;local church. "Reverend," she said, "I have a problem, my&lt;br /&gt;husband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing. What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you.&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will&lt;br /&gt;motion to you at specific times. When I motion, you give him a&lt;br /&gt;good poke in the leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church the following Sunday, Mr. Jones dozed off. Noticing&lt;br /&gt;this, the preacher put his plan to work. "And who made the&lt;br /&gt;ultimate sacrifice for you?" he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus!", Jones cried as his wife jabbed him the leg with the&lt;br /&gt;hatpin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you are right, Mr. Jones," said the minister. Soon, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed. "Who is&lt;br /&gt;your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning towards&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God!" Mr. Jones cried out as he was stuck again with the hatpin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right again," said the minister, smiling. Before long, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Jones again winked off. However, this time the minister did not&lt;br /&gt;notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few&lt;br /&gt;motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to bayonet her&lt;br /&gt;husband with the hatpin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister asked, "And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore&lt;br /&gt;him his 99th son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jones poked her husband, who yelled, "You stick that&lt;br /&gt;goddamned thing in me one more time and I'll break it in half&lt;br /&gt;and shove it up your ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amen," replied the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who died the worse death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Three men stand before St. Peter awaiting admission into Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;However, St. Peter has been informed that Heaven will only admit&lt;br /&gt;33% of applicants today. The admissions standard: Who died the&lt;br /&gt;worst death? So, St. Peter takes each of the three men aside in&lt;br /&gt;turn and asks them about how they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First man: "I'd been suspecting for a long time that my wife was&lt;br /&gt;cheating on me. I decided to come home early from work one&lt;br /&gt;afternoon and check to see if I could catch her in the act. When&lt;br /&gt;I got back to my apartment, I heard the water running. My wife&lt;br /&gt;was in the shower. I looked everywhere for the guy, but couldn't&lt;br /&gt;find anyone or any trace that he had been there. The last place&lt;br /&gt;I looked was out on the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the bastard hanging from the edge, trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;in! So I started jumping up and down on his hands, and he&lt;br /&gt;yelled, but he didn't fall. So I ran inside and got a hammer,&lt;br /&gt;and crushed his fingers with it until he fell twenty-five floors&lt;br /&gt;screaming in agony. But the fall didn't kill the asshole. He&lt;br /&gt;landed in some bushes! So I dragged the refirgerator from the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen (it weighed about a ton), pulled it to the balcony, and&lt;br /&gt;hurled it over the edge. It landed right on the guy and killed&lt;br /&gt;him. But then I felt so horrible about what I had done, I went&lt;br /&gt;back into the bedroom and shot myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter nodded slowly as the man recounted the story. Then,&lt;br /&gt;telling the first man to wait, he took the second aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second man: "I lived on the twenty-seventh floor of this&lt;br /&gt;apartment building. I had just purchased this book on morning&lt;br /&gt;exercises and was practicing them on my balcony, enjoying the&lt;br /&gt;sunshine, when I lost my balance and fell off the edge. Luckily,&lt;br /&gt;I only fell about two floors before grabbing another balcony and&lt;br /&gt;holding on for dear life. I was trying to pull myself up when&lt;br /&gt;this guy came running onto what must have been his balcony and&lt;br /&gt;started jumping up and down on my hands. I screamed in pain, but&lt;br /&gt;he seemed really irate. When he finally stopped, I tried to pull&lt;br /&gt;myself up again, but he came out with a hammer and smashed my&lt;br /&gt;fingers to a pulp! I fell, and I thought I was dead, but I&lt;br /&gt;landed in some bushes. I couldn't believe my second stroke of&lt;br /&gt;luck, but it didn't last. The last thing I saw was this enormous&lt;br /&gt;refrigerator falling from the building down on top of me and&lt;br /&gt;crushing me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter comforted the man, who seemed to have several broken&lt;br /&gt;bones. Then he told him to wait, and turned to the third man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third man: "Picture this. You're hiding, naked, in a&lt;br /&gt;refrigerator..."&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwaaaaaahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111154991460635122?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111154991460635122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111154991460635122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111154991460635122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111154991460635122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/03/jokes.html' title='jokes'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111139670283529380</id><published>2005-03-21T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:18:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undesirable impacts of TV on females</title><content type='html'>so i was cleaning up my book shelves, when i started reading this old magazine frm 2003 and found this very cynical article on the undesirable influence of TV on females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In disney's lady and the tramp, Lady, a strapping young cocker spaniel bitch looks for love. Does she find it with the little Scottie dog who represents loyalty, responsibility and unconditioned affection? No way. Instead she falls in love with an unemployed mongrel who makes a career out of leading impressionable ladies astray. Predictably he woos Lady, has her living on the streets, eating outof garbage cans and impregnated by the film's last reed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the film doesn't show you is that there's a price for choosing the bad boy. Flash to five years in the future when Tramp is drunk, abusive and broke, and the Scottie dog is the CEO of a chewtoy multinational. Think Lady is kicking herself? You bet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... The majority of writers on these shows [sex and the city] are homosexual men intent on undermining the core values of traditional heterosexual relationships, in the hopes of turning our planet into one big gay Mardi Gras"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take one look at local TV and you'll be bombarded with cutesy overload. You know what i am talking about. Surf through the channels and you'll see local and non-local actresses and hosts bouncing up and down, flailing their limbs like attention-deficit disordered toddlers. You'll see them flashing the peace sign, prodding their dimples, shimmying their dimples and grinning into the camera as if they were female chimpanzees onto heat. Their speech is peppered with squeals of 'eeh-ooh-ah' so enthusiastic you would think that they were expelling torrents of cute juice from every orifice in their bodies. It's a wonder that men all over Singapore aren't heaved into cisterns whenever one of these programmes come along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... in Singapore, it seems like the media wants to bury female sexuality into cuteness.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So why not abolish cutesiness in the same way we did away with foot binding? Because the cream of our modern Chinese ladies have evolved. Can you imagine Gong Li acting like a &lt;strong&gt;crack-smoking Chihuahua&lt;/strong&gt; [- my personal fav phrase]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, in my opinion, this whole article is a source of major bad cynical influence on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111139670283529380?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111139670283529380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111139670283529380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111139670283529380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111139670283529380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/03/undesirable-impacts-of-tv-on-females.html' title='undesirable impacts of TV on females'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111137618588909842</id><published>2005-03-21T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T14:06:37.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my alien</title><content type='html'>learning journey week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doomed. there are so much homework i havnt done ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh groban's songs r nice! u should go listen to 'Remember', which was the song in Troy the movie. no better still, go watch the mtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should listen to more alternative genres rather den the mainstream stuff. but then again... josh groban, charlotte church, sarah brightman r kinda mainstream right? they r like the more popular artistes associated with new age after all.. actually ppl in singapore r quite restricted in their choice of music. i mean, other than those sub-standard chinese bands/singers, there r like no other musicians blah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe there r.. like those who play at night clubs. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111137618588909842?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111137618588909842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111137618588909842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111137618588909842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111137618588909842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-alien.html' title='my alien'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111123593119604294</id><published>2005-03-19T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:39:23.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sick</title><content type='html'>im sick. in the stomach that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having this queer diarrhoea since tues and my stomach's still flipping.. dont ask me how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum n dad r watching this stupid film now abt some 'beautiful' housing agent who fantasizes abt her neighbourhood copper and lives with this stray photographer who just rudely stayed at her client's house w/o asking. btw, the agent is living inside tt wonderful nice vintage-looking house too. so i guess they r both tramps? [pun intended :D] anyway, the copper has his hat covering his eyes all the time and stalks the hot lady daily and has frequent scenes of intense staring with the photographer [lasting for at least 5 secs each]. the cop looks like jaychou. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got chased away by them halfway cos they decided tt the film was indecent for my delicate eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it was indecent all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they could have made it more decent by getting a better looking cop and female lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah n i went to west coast park today. i climbed to the top of the pyramid!!! :D im brave and i hav overcame my acrophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, acrophobia gone, just aeronausiphobia left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, there's this cool list of phobias you can check out. there are some really really weird phobias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phobialist.com/reverse.html"&gt;http://www.phobialist.com/reverse.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im might just be the worse nightmare of someone with &lt;strong&gt;Enissophobia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fear of criticism. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111123593119604294?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111123593119604294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111123593119604294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111123593119604294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111123593119604294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-sick.html' title='im sick'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111098040437777435</id><published>2005-03-16T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:40:04.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avril</title><content type='html'>march holidays + learning journey week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think our sch rocks in certain aspects. for example, their generiosity [to the brink of extravagence] abt holiday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havnt done loads of &lt;s&gt;holiday&lt;/s&gt;, no, learning journey week, homework. not tt dere r really loads of them anyway, when compared to other schs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis bought the avril lavigne cd, after watching some of her mtvs in the morning. well, at least avril's an improvement frm hilary duff. i dont hav to be tormented by hearing hilary's horrid vocals anymore [since i secretly lent sis' hilary cd to wanqin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dislike avril lavigne too. wtf. i think when an artiste co-writes a song wif a real pro song writer, it's mostly done by the latter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the calling's prev 2 cds at the shop today. although they r quite old, features only abt 11 tracks, their prices are still at 18.95. see, shows how wonderful they are rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav decided tt i like britney spears' songs. esp her new single. but i wonder who would buy a cd which has like.. only 1 song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111046007474667196</id><published>2005-03-10T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:07:54.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>bio test tmr. sounds tough. alot of ppl saying tt they cudnt finish. i bet i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my maths test back. i didnt fail. in fact, it was abv my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am not obliged to u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neither r u to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one is obliged to anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the first lesson everyone should learn. then everyone will be much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to some ppl: you suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paranoia setting in onto me, following the disappearance of cynicism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second lesson: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tcher may seem nice at, but they might be utter shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;similarly, a tcher may seem like shit but turn out to be more useful, i would say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111046007474667196?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111046007474667196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111046007474667196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111046007474667196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111046007474667196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/03/depressed.html' title='depressed'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-111028316908545020</id><published>2005-03-08T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:59:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a stressed, bored and angsty adolescent. somebody counsel me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! me and wanqin are officially engaged. we went to buy our rings at fareast today (: sparkly pinkish butterfly rings. sounds disgusting but it looks nicer den it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt have the syf auditions today after all. but we did have a surprise party for celebrating our 'success' on founder's day and jan-march birthdays. it was also a farewell party for rachel, who would be immigrating to melbourne soon ): the cake was quite small so i didnt get a slice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can nvr fulfil my goal of being detached from the material world... [so much for believing in buddhism] although im not a die-hard material girl but i m emotionally attached to certain objects or stuff. argh. help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march holidays are coming. list of movies i wanna watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- howl's moving castle&lt;br /&gt;- million dollar baby&lt;br /&gt;- spongebob the movie&lt;br /&gt;- series of unfortunate events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, according to my [imaginary] budget, i can only watch 2 of these :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, im thrifty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first step towards material detachment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-111028316908545020?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/111028316908545020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=111028316908545020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111028316908545020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/111028316908545020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-stressed-bored-and-angsty.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110985280416910806</id><published>2005-03-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:26:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maths test</title><content type='html'>my doodleboards down ): it seems like alot of ppl's boards r down too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh! i failed my maths test )x but i guess i &lt;em&gt;chose&lt;/em&gt; not to study when i knew that certain qns will definitely come out. well, so im partly, if not entirely, responsible for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its not as if i like maths anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay!! my dad says i can get an mp3 player!! im so strategic (: i waited for my mum to leave the hse before confronting daddy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WANQIN IS NICE X)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lousy today. i skipped the double bill biology talk on stem cells and brains just for some &lt;em&gt;compulsory&lt;/em&gt; strings founders' day rehearsal. it turned out to be &lt;em&gt;highly productive&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that talk was one of the few rare ones that sounds interesting ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. jean just called. she said the talk was quite interesting. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? my dad shares the same birthday as RGS. meaning: on &lt;strong&gt;HIS BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;, he'll have to drive me to school at&lt;strong&gt; SIX&lt;/strong&gt; in the MORNING so that &lt;strong&gt;i &lt;/strong&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;PERFORM&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;RGS's BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; [a.k.a. founders' day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110985280416910806?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110985280416910806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110985280416910806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110985280416910806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110985280416910806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/03/maths-test.html' title='maths test'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110968003674281207</id><published>2005-03-01T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T20:27:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stealing time</title><content type='html'>im stealing time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im blogging when i ought to be revising for chinese and maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, things tt r bugging me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THEORY EXAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-maths SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chinese FA and SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-strings audition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bio test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i didnt realise tt dere were actually 5 such important things bothering me till i listed them out :/  urgh, im stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. i think as long as im able to skip sch tmr, i will be able to gain inner peace again. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, but the reason why i really feel like blogging today is because i have done some bad bad stuff today. at least it seemed mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i totally dao-ed someone today. i mean totally. fully intentional. i think and i hope the person noes why i acted this way. u deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. initially i wanted take 190 with wanqin today, but when i heard the strings jnrs behind me saying tt nicole got onto 105, i immediately bolted down 190 and ran into 105 which was queuing behind 190. i think i knocked the strings jnrs in the process. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i desperately wanted to get onto 105 was because i did not want to be tricked and manipulated by Fate. [hmm, very obscure right?] oh, tts beside the fact tt 105 will take me home faster. the whole Fate thing is quite complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. when i alighted frm 105 to the commonwealth mrt station, i met this big big &lt;s&gt;mob&lt;/s&gt; bunch of RV ppl. they were seriously bimbo looking and dere were these few guys who were teasing them [they shouted chiobu to see who would respond -.-"] since they were obstructing my path, i was like cursing them and basically looking really pissed off. then again, to think abt it, i had nothing much to be pissed off abt. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still think &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; RV ppl think too highly of themselves. ignore me, im prejudiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, tts abt all the 'negative' stuff today. i guess being critical n cynical is a stage of puberty. a stage which i feel i m gradually breaking apart from. but recently ive realised tt some of my friends have embarked onto this stage, maybe they were influenced by me. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you display the symtoms listed below, i might just be referring to u:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- critical analysis of things n ppl [conditions of places, fashion sense, FIGURES]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cynical thoughts creeping over and overpowering your mind... [how obscure]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- talking in low, flat, uninterested monotones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i think i like writing out lists (:&lt;br /&gt;oh, the obsession....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110968003674281207?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110968003674281207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110968003674281207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110968003674281207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110968003674281207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/03/stealing-time.html' title='stealing time'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110940795541454444</id><published>2005-02-26T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:55:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swim heats</title><content type='html'>i dont hav any opinions to share today. so i shall just type about recent events..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost got booked by some &lt;s&gt;machine&lt;/s&gt; prefect. quote genevieve: "parallex error". it refers to the prefect btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was mass swim yesterday too!! it was so icky walking around barefooted in wet swimsuit + waddle shirt + shorts.. charlene n i were wandering around ccab, misleading some poor sec 1 who seemed quite pissed off at us tt we led her in wrong direction for quite a while :x we were also observing the reactions of ppl who were looking for the drink stall while we were holding our [newly bought, freeezing cold] soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to some food centre after swim heats wif xlx, and met anyi there. omg, anyi looked so shuai! hahaha. no wonder some girl asked her for her hp no. on the bus xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: wanqin said xlx was chio n xlx said wanqin was cute [&lt;em&gt;adorable &lt;/em&gt;only]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had founder's day full dress rehearsal today. yes, with make-up and samsui women costume. the ppl i knew were laughin at me. sheesh. wanqin said she wanted to cut her hair today. we went to fareast, ate at long john's, picked up cheryl [haha, she was floating abt level1] and went to look for a cheaper but pro looking salon. conclusion: if u want cheap haircuts, dont expect pro salons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my recent interest: &lt;strong&gt;yoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or anything like tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found some other aerobis [and &lt;em&gt;zen&lt;/em&gt;-ny] exercises similar to yoga, but they r highly exotic. means tt they should be unavailable in singapore or they would be really expensive. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110940795541454444?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110940795541454444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110940795541454444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110940795541454444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110940795541454444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/swim-heats.html' title='swim heats'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110925436372186506</id><published>2005-02-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:17:01.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the calling</title><content type='html'>i love the calling!!! love alex band (: his voice rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it!! BandAge totally ruined the Calling's song... argh!!! somemore on Founder's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped this frm some fan club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX MAX BAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-He is the leadsinger and co-songwriter for The Calling&lt;br /&gt;-He is 24 years old -His birthday is June 8, 1981&lt;br /&gt;-He has a girlfriend and her name is Jennifer Sky&lt;br /&gt;-He is 5'10"&lt;br /&gt;-He has blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;-He has blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;-He has a tattoo of the Native American music god Kokopelli on his left wrist. It's the band's symbol. He got it when he was 14.&lt;br /&gt;-He has a scar under his left eye&lt;br /&gt;Music-He has been playing the guitar since he was 8 years old, the age when his mother left and moved to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;-He and Aaron were in a band called Generation Gap named for the various ages of the members. The bassist was 40 and the drummer was 58. Generation Gap toured throughout Southern California&lt;br /&gt;-He used to live next door to someone who worked at RCA, and he and Aaron would stick demo tapes in his mailbox. Hence, the band's name at first was Next Door&lt;br /&gt;-He was signed to RCA at 15 years old. He then dropped out of high school but finished through homeschooling.&lt;br /&gt;-His two favortie bands are Pearl Jam and Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;-He grew up listening to David Bowie, Led Zeppellin, Pink Floyd and The Beatles, bands that his parents listened to&lt;br /&gt;-"Stigmatized" and "Could it be any Harder" are his favorite tracks and the most personal to him on Camino Palmero&lt;br /&gt;-"Things Don't Always Turn Out That Way" is his least favorite&lt;br /&gt;- Bon Jovi was the first band Alex saw in concert&lt;br /&gt;- He likes the band Ours&lt;br /&gt;- His favorite cd is U2's Greatest Hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-He grew up in the San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles on a street called "Camino Palmero" (street of the palms)&lt;br /&gt;-He met co-founder, Aaron, because his sister Taryn was dating Aaron&lt;br /&gt;-He appears in one of his father's movies called Puppet Master 2&lt;br /&gt;-He didn't hang out with a lot of people his age during high school so he grew up pretty quickly. Not many of the guys liked him but in an interview, however, he says he thinks he dated most of the girls in his high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-He has lived in 15 different houses in the same city.&lt;br /&gt;-He grew up with his Dad, stepmother, two half-brothers and his real sister.&lt;br /&gt;-He has an older sister named Taryn and two younger half-brothers, Harlan and Zalman&lt;br /&gt;-He has 5 half-brothers. Three of them live in Germany with his mother.&lt;br /&gt;-His dad is from Yugoslavia&lt;br /&gt;-His father, Charles Band, is a movie director and owns Full Moon Entertainment, a low-budget horror movie company&lt;br /&gt;-He has 2 cats named Six and Parigi, a three-legged cat (Killer died)&lt;br /&gt;-He is half Jewish&lt;br /&gt;-His family has a castle in Northern Italy. It's featured in one of his father's films Castle Freak&lt;br /&gt;-He spends his summers in Europe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-His favorite movie is the 80s classic The Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;-He drives a red BMW M Coupe&lt;br /&gt;-He has a red Ducati 750 Monster motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;-His favorite colors are red and green [too bad not orange ):]&lt;br /&gt;-He says he likes to shop&lt;br /&gt;-He says he is addicted to video games, especially Playstation 2&lt;br /&gt;-He likes gardening according to TRL&lt;br /&gt;-He says he is a huge fan of Who Wants to be a Millionare?&lt;br /&gt;-He likes to eat at Wendy's while on the road&lt;br /&gt;-He would like to meet Madonna&lt;br /&gt;-He likes to watch reruns of Beverly Hills 90210&lt;br /&gt;-His favorite drink is Arnold Palmer&lt;br /&gt;-He likes Popeye's chicken&lt;br /&gt;-His favorite type of food is Asian&lt;br /&gt;-His favorite candy is Sweettarts&lt;br /&gt;-He has a fetish about chewing gum while singing&lt;br /&gt;-His favorite kind of gum is Doublemint&lt;br /&gt;-He smokes but he's trying to quit&lt;br /&gt;-He likes Starbucks, especially their vanilla lattes&lt;br /&gt;-He is afraid of spiders&lt;br /&gt;-He likes the show Jeopardy. He even has the board game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i think im just bored. hist test is over n i somewhat did my chem model of benzene molecule alreadi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110925436372186506?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110925436372186506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110925436372186506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110925436372186506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110925436372186506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/calling.html' title='the calling'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110916246006933367</id><published>2005-02-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T20:41:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after reading and listening to so much crap abt catholic churches in history class, buddhism seems much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to buddha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing in the world is permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one who does not understand this is trapped in an endless cycle of craving, frustration and suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this suffering is a mental experience, born from desire, attachment, hatred, pride and envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those mentioned abv are negative emotions that distort and confuse the mind and lead it to meaningless pursuits of power, posessions and sensuous pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when thwarted, they lead to frustration, suffering, and even when fulfilled, they evolve into another source of unhappiness  as the happiness they bring is only momentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adapted frm TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. actually, it is kind of true. but it cant be helped, this generation would forever be bound to mindless pursuits of success and luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just told my mum tt i wont be taking anymore dumb theory exams. getting a certificate in music theory is smthg which i would consider as a pursuit of academic acheivement which would ultimately [or rather, hopefully] turn into a success later in life. but according to buddha it seems tt these kinds of goals actually lack meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadeva -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes for the history SBQ quiz tmr. its just another tool for reaching my goals built on "negative emotions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im starting to like buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might even start to type, and write the name Buddha starting with a capital letter [smthg which i dont do for the 3 lettered word starting with 'g'] its not abt believing in Buddha's existence, but rather adopting his outlook to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, but if everyone thought like Buddha, then the world would be a lot less productive and full of procrastinators... [like me :/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, BUT then again, who would then care abt productivity. after all, everything is not what it seems; we shouldnt indulge in false illusions of the material world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110916246006933367?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110916246006933367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110916246006933367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110916246006933367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110916246006933367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/after-reading-and-listening-to-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110898700991161990</id><published>2005-02-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:57:52.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chaccone</title><content type='html'>MY COMPUTER LIVES!!! i was so depressed when it couldnt boot for the last few days :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im emotionally attached to my beloved com &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shows tt i shouldnt take my com for granted. like, i shouldnt curse my com and threaten to hit it whenever it is slow or hanged, cos its speed is already very fast (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched my second concert this week at the esplanade. it was our dear conductor, ms ku performing and although i thought she was very pro n everything, but i couldnt help feeling immensely bored during the solos, duets, blah. no offense, but the piano solo could hav been left out. im not being cynical, its just tt i can nvr be able to appreciate comtemporary pieces which sounds like a remix of 'twinkle twinkle little star'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to my mummy's student's hse to eat popiahs before the concert. i think the best popiah i made was the one with beansprouts, fried fish fillet, charsiew with lettuce. it tastes like burger, just much much healtier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we met ET at the concert. he apparently didnt go for a makeover [which he desperately needs] yet, hence accounting for his hunchbacked posture and his usual light-coloured long sleeved shirts with trousers. sigh. wanqin zhiying n i were escaping frm being within his 5 metre radius by hurrying out of the studio n hiding in the esplanade toilet as a last resort. haha. lame. and we ate crepes n cream ice cream for late night snack. at least i prevented wanqin frm consuming the 500 cal mrs field's cookie which would hav dire consequences on her figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh, i think i should become a dietician/ health consultant when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously its veri fun. i mean, giving health advice to others :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least its an alternative avenue for me to express my cynical thoughts... think abt it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110898700991161990?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110898700991161990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110898700991161990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110898700991161990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110898700991161990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/chaccone.html' title='chaccone'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110880329195963928</id><published>2005-02-19T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T16:54:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>play</title><content type='html'>clog-clog, clog-clog-clog, clog-clog-clog-clog-clog-clog CLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's basically how strings sounded like when we marched in as the clog army of samsui women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eew, although our act is highly entertaining, it just has too much of the comedic element. i mean, hav u seen spasticated samsui women doing NCC moves and shouting "SADDAM HUSSEIN!" as a command??? LOL. i seriously hope dere'll be no VIP this year like the President for Founders' Day. it's simply too embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PI was a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founders' Day rehearsals were -ahhem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the cooking lesson went well. at least the brownies n cheesecake turned out alright. not fabulous though, just alright. i took a pic of them(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh! yesterday was a jinxed day k. i woke up with swollen puffy eyebags n i look totally slit-eyed. stupid maid didnt even iron my uniform. so i was almost late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, continuing with the events. wanqin n i shopped at J8 for charlene's perfect present for a few hours. i think girls r always so fickle minded and indecisive. ended up buying a pair of cute colourful earrings frm bits n pieces. then we met wanqin's &lt;s&gt;BT&lt;/s&gt;, i mean, her ex-classmate, who's skinny n tall frame makes me jealous, and 2 cedar girls, one of whom is also her ex-classmate. after buying a nice orange flower for manda, we went to rjc for the band concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was nice nice nice. i loved the medley of songs frm wadeva anime series (: RJC band is so darn pro... i should hav joined band instead ]: ok, rgs n ri band werent tt bad either... wanqin n i were taking photos of ourselves and she was showing me her amusing smses frm an obsessed kid.. HAHA. then we went to see her jiangnan friends. and!!! i finally got to see someone's crush. i said tt she suffered frm serious bad taste. but i was immediately reprimanded by wanqin n her other jiangnan friend who loyally said tt the crush was a veri nice person. ok... met alot of RGS ppl. leican, strings ppl, fel, xinge, sarah.. borrowed nerissa's jacket cos i was freezing in there. i couldnt recognise xuekai cos he grew so much [both ways (;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sarah at bishan mrt. she couldnt recognise him too. no fair, the guys get such drastic growth spurts. i want to be 180cm too [like BT]!!! but tts like 9 more cm to go?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random calculation: assuming tt my growth will continue till im 18 yrs old, i will hav to grow abt 3 cm annually. AHH!!! my current growth rate is only like 1cm/year? and i feel as if ive stopped??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110880329195963928?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110880329195963928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110880329195963928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110880329195963928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110880329195963928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/play.html' title='play'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110856113958221242</id><published>2005-02-16T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:38:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hotel rwanda</title><content type='html'>some ppl hav commented tt they had difficulties tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go change my board (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got to watch hotel rwanda today at lido. fel, wynne, xinni, hezhi n i went tgt. fel is super fickle minded ive discoverd (; we were like... going here, then going there, indecisive abt where to hav lunch. and we finally had it had burger king. but not before going one whole big round in the underpass when just crossing the road would save us abt 500m. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show is so depressing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its not those intentionally depressing movie where everyone dies. But its just sad cos its a true story. i cant believe genocide still occurs today. ohohoh, and i was so excited when jean reno appeared in the movie, but it was only for a short while.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the ending was a happy one. for the protagonists, tt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey u reading my blog: u should go watch it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and keanu reeves looks old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110856113958221242?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110856113958221242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110856113958221242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110856113958221242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110856113958221242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/hotel-rwanda.html' title='hotel rwanda'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110828653295166382</id><published>2005-02-13T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:22:12.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one missed call...</title><content type='html'>i went to jean's hse yesterday. jean, yufang n i did our rs proposal. talked to others on msn using jean's account. made yufang out to be some horrible psl to her sec1. haha... then meiying, jolyn n wanqin [wearing a fake burberry (:] came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched vcds at her hse too. confessions of a teenage drama queen is officially the &lt;strong&gt;most boring movie&lt;/strong&gt; ever. luckily we got to eat dinner while watching it, or i'd hav totally dozed off... jean's mum's cooking rocks lorh!! then we watched one missed call. i  think the setting at jean's hse is perfect for watching this. cos her window binds are erm... &lt;em&gt;flexible and mobile&lt;/em&gt;, and we turned off all the lights. it wasnt as freaky as ju-on, in fact, it wasnt realli freaky. AHH! the protagonist is so damn pretty!! im glad she didnt die in the end (: we were screaming occassionally for the fun of it, while jean's bro's 20 friends were laughing occassionally upstairs [totally ruined it...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after wanqin, meiying n jolyn left, we watched the simple life2. quote princess diaries: "anoerexic hotel heiress". hahahahaha. my sentiments exactly. fang n jean thought tt the 13 year old girl was chio. i disagreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my cello lesson today. ms zhao said i could take grade 5 this year [upon the request of my wonderful mum]. her fluffy puppy licked my feet. gross. but she said it liked me. hmpf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110828653295166382?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110828653295166382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110828653295166382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110828653295166382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110828653295166382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-missed-call.html' title='one missed call...'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110813086883937390</id><published>2005-02-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T22:07:48.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;copied these cheesy pick-up lines frm angel's blog (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Are my undies showing? Would you like them to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Can I borrow a quarter? I want to call my mom and tell her I just met the girl of my dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Congratulations! You've been voted 'Most Beautiful Girl In This Room' and the grand prize is a night with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Do you believe in helping the homeless? If yes, take me home with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Do you have a map? I just keep on getting lost in your eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Do you have the time? [tells me the time] No, the time to write down my number? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Do you mind if I stare at you up close instead of from across the room? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Does your boyfriend know where you are? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Excuse me, do you think you might possibly have a mutual friend who could introduce us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Excuse me, I'm looking for a friend...do you want to be my friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Go up to a girl, ask her: "Do you know what winks and screws like a tiger?" She says no. Then wink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hey babe, how about a pizza and a fuck? (after she slaps you or leaves) HEY! What's wrong, don't you like pizza? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hi, are you here to meet a nice man or will I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hi, I just wanted to give you the satisfaction of turning me down; go ahead say no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hi, I'm a fashion photographer. Would you like to be in my next photo shoot? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hi, I've been undressing you with my eyes all night long, and think it's time to see if I'm right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hi, my name's _____. You might want to remember it now, because you'll be screaming it later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-How do you like your eggs cooked? [Why?] Well I just wanted know what to make for you in the morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I have had a really bad day and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty girl smile. So, would you smile for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I just wanted to show this rose how incredibly beautiful you are!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I know milk does a body good, but baby, how much have you been drinking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I seemed to have lost my way, would you mind taking me with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I'm the kind of man who deserves to have women I don't deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Let's have breakfast together tomorrow; shall I call you or nudge you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Oh my sweet darling! For a moment I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Now I see that I am very much alive, and heaven has been brought to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Pardon me miss, I seem to have lost my phone number, could I borrow yours? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Shall I wait for you in my car or will the closet suffice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Take a screw with you and put it in your pocket. Then, when a girl comes up to you, offer her the screw and say, "Wanna screw?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-The word of the day is "legs." Let's go back to my place and spread the word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Use index finger to call someone over then say, "I made you come with one finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Was your father an alien? Because there's nothing else like you on earth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Were you just smiling at me from across the room, or do I have my contacts in wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-What has 148 teeth and holds back the incredible hulk? My Zipper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Why don't you surprise your roommate and not come home tonight? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-You are the only reason why I came in here alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-You know how some men buy really expensive cars to make up for certain, well, shortages? Well, I don't even own a car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-You must be from Pearl Harbor, 'cause baby, you're the bomb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-You see my friend over there? [Point to friend who sheepishly waves from afar] He wants to know if YOU think I'M cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110813086883937390?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110813086883937390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110813086883937390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110813086883937390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110813086883937390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/cheesy.html' title='cheesy'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110811784113214687</id><published>2005-02-11T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T18:30:41.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year!!</title><content type='html'>yay! happie chinese new year everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new layout so doesnt look festive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got to stay in our new house for chinese new year. 'cept today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day, dad's colleague n son came to our new house. i watched tv while vaguely answering the visitor's questions abt my school life. went to tt uncle's hse later for dinner. ahh!! i like his condo, its like right behind hwachong and its so pretty.. but most of all, i like his TV!!!! his son's so damn lucky. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, went to another fren's hse for dinner. it was the worse dinner ive ever had. although changyue was quite nice all, it was really boring. ok, so i watched TV [again!] in her room abt 3 guys who lost their d*cks and played monopoly n stuff. her com's like totally slow so i couldnt play on it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt the food.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt the company.&lt;br /&gt;it was the ADULTS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate them lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, can we go home now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm&lt;br /&gt;"Can we finish the yu-sheng now so that we can go?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okok, later we'll eat it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am&lt;br /&gt;"Can we PLEASE eat the yu-sheng now?"&lt;br /&gt;-mums prepare yusheng-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am&lt;br /&gt;"Can we go now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Today is new year, play for longer time larhhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am&lt;br /&gt;-wears shoes and stands outside the door-&lt;br /&gt;"Ok! We're leaving..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate hate sleeping after hours. and guess wad took the adults so long to leave? they were too damn busy playing drunk games. they threw some notes into a bowl and asked this drunk guy to tell its colour. well, he lost. so he ended up during push ups. its so stupid. and guess wad i was doing? till 1am, i was still playing cards, board games with sis n changyue. ARGH. finally, i took da vinci code and started reading on the sofa, in the living room. that is, occassionally, just occassionally casting dark glances tt explicitly stated tt i was pissed off at my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe i wouldnt hav minded so much either if there was smthg interesting to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was a total waste of time. i slept in till almost noon. and now, ive only finished [almost] my maths assignment. im so doomed. its a good thing tt the 2/5 gathering at cat's hse is cancelled today. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one positive point :&lt;br /&gt;my angpow income has exceeded prior expectations.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110811784113214687?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110811784113214687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110811784113214687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110811784113214687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110811784113214687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='chinese new year!!'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110726453867023964</id><published>2005-02-01T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:28:58.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sec1 orientation</title><content type='html'>i think i have sort of gotten over the obs sickness. nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strings held its sec 1 orientation today. it lasted for 1 hour plus though. ok, so we started off with this "i am... i like.." game [which i strongly suspected was concocted by the organising committee :/]. ok, so wanqin started off by saying: "i am wanqin. i like FANFAN!":D i love wanqin too. -blissfullyclaspshandstomyheart-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played the "Bing Bong" game. i guess its only objective is to confuse poor nicole by making her say bing n bong all the time. it was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i hated the scavenger hunt, even though our green grp won it. we had to consume 3 cups of yucky mashed up peanut/chilli/potato/etc dunked in green or yellow food colouring. &gt;&lt;  so sick... i wanted to puke lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. welcome sec 1s!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110726453867023964?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110726453867023964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110726453867023964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110726453867023964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110726453867023964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/02/sec1-orientation.html' title='sec1 orientation'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110717220834519944</id><published>2005-01-31T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:55:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss u </title><content type='html'>ahhh! i havnt got over the obs addiction yet. im actually missing it &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;much. i miss talking with raleigh, i miss our nice melvin, i even miss camp 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, today back at school, what we did could not be compared to the exhilarating stuff we did at obs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;covalent bonding &lt;strong&gt;vs.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;bonding btw raleigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indices n equations &lt;strong&gt;vs.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;kayaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;globalization [a.k.a. &lt;strong&gt;mcdonalization&lt;/strong&gt;] &lt;strong&gt;vs.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;cooking by ourselves outdoors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ecology &lt;strong&gt;vs.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;trekking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. school's so &lt;u&gt;boring&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;at the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We were strangers, starting out on a journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now here we are, I'm suddenly standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No one told me, I was going to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Unexpected, what you did to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I lost hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And life is a road and I wanna keep goin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Life is a road now and forever wonderful journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the end I want to be standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We were strangers, on a crazy adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Never dreaming, how our dreams would come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now here we stand, unafraid of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I need love in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I know my dream will live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nothing is going to tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Life is a road and I wanna keep goin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the end I want to be standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110717220834519944?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110717220834519944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110717220834519944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110717220834519944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110717220834519944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/01/miss-u.html' title='miss u '/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110698918808657587</id><published>2005-01-29T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:57:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS (:</title><content type='html'>AHHH!!! my cynical opinions of OBS were proven wrong during the last 5 days!! it was so darn fun n slack (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1:&lt;br /&gt;after 1 dreary hour or so of waiting at punggol jetty, we took a 10 min boat ride to pulau ubin! guess what? OBS was at camp 2 again! tt place where the SPH camp was held last year!! i think i hav an affinity with tt campsite lorh (: got to know my lovely watch, RALEIGH!! met our &lt;s&gt;slack&lt;/s&gt;nice instructor melvin, whom ms chng found "wooden" according to her first impression of him. did nothing much. cooked wonderful dinner at the beach. romantic huh... slept in my wonderful plushy sleeping bag but couldnt get to sleep cos some idiot was playing karaoke/gregorian chants/opera music. blew my nose at night. some ppl in nearby tents thought tt someone snored loudly when i blew my nose. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i cant exactly what we did on each day so i shall just pick out random events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! we didnt do tt terrorizing jetty jump but we did a miniature version of it. but i still got kinda freaked out. i think raleigh's raft rocks lorh :D andy gav us full marks for raft design. yeah, alternate barrel arrangement rocks. GO RALEIGH RACERS [R (square)]!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, btw, im officially F square and quanquan's Q square, otherwise known as petite. HAHA. we are so square. no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaking in the sea and mangroves was so fun. tiring but fun. except for the part where we knocked into a mangrove tree nested with hords of sandflies. eww... yufang's a wonderful partner (: cos we kayak so &lt;i&gt;straight&lt;/i&gt; larh... hehe. some ppl excreted into the sea. YUCKY &gt;&lt;&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;. raleigh gets all the un-freakish stuff larh. whatever we did were all so chicken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day was quite sad larh. i started missing obs. but at the same time i was desperate to go home. not home exactly, but to my fridge.anyway, quote melvin: "you guys are so efficient... you are killing me... im over-pleased." lol melvin? slack instructor + efficient watch = wonderful obs time (: we wrote 4 pages in his scrapbook, where he keeps memos of all the watches he took. we saw the nerdy RI guys who dubbed themselves as the NOOBS. LOL -_-" i drew the cookie n the monster. haha. COOKIE MONSTER!!! i think other groups did far more vigorous n scary stuff den us lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u all raleighs (:&lt;br /&gt;syazzie, habiboo, hanyu, linxi, fang, Q square, fiona [shrek], zhanghe, fizza, celene, xinni and melvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2004-11/200055/formal_raleigh.jpg"&gt;formal&lt;br /&gt;informal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linxi uploaded it now (:&lt;br /&gt;realised tt melvin was making the loser sign. SIGH. &lt;em&gt;once a loser, always a loser..&lt;/em&gt; -tsktsktsk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110698918808657587?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110698918808657587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110698918808657587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110698918808657587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110698918808657587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/01/obs.html' title='OBS (:'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110636413317698135</id><published>2005-01-22T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T11:22:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we didnt get into the finals of the life science thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im still quite happy. cos we didnt get totally embarrassed, and the burden is now lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna change my template before leaving for obs on monday. into smthg bright n cheery. u noe.. in compliance with my new year resolution. i also found out my sitting partner has adopted the same resolution as i hav. &lt;s&gt;cynical minds think alike..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im completely dreading obs. although i heard we're gonna mainly survive on catered food, ive also heard tt the catered food is no better than the instant noodles tt we would be cooking sometimes. eww... n ppl excrete in waters on which we r gonna canoe on :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but!!!!! i should always look on the bright side of things!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; bright side: NO SCHOOL FOR 5 DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thought: i think jaychou's new concert album cover shows him in side view cos he looks too horrible frm the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonono. i shant b mean n cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correction: i think jaychou's new concert album cover showing him in side view cos its an innovative angle of viewing him and he looks really great in tt view anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110636413317698135?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110636413317698135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110636413317698135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110636413317698135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110636413317698135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-didnt-get-into-finals-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110613820097273991</id><published>2005-01-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:36:40.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>im not certain who actually reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be my frens, my teachers or ppl whom im not acquainted wif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think ive been doing lots of reflections lately. why am i the way i am... everyone seems so similar to me in certain ways, yet so different. am i quite unlikable? am i paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting depressing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i ostracise certain ppl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realise im just finding reasons to excuse myself for my shortcomings. i dont know why i mind things tt others dont usually mind. do i expect too much frm others? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110613820097273991?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110613820097273991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110613820097273991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110613820097273991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110613820097273991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/01/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110605711887979011</id><published>2005-01-18T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:05:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internet</title><content type='html'>wow. i think tt the internet is one of the greatest products of IT. ppl can take a hint w/o u even telling them directly. hmm... and ppl can hint at me but w/o me taking it! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must change my mindset. seniors are nice, juniors are sweet. yupp i shall keep this motto in mind (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a positive thinker :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, for my chinese new year resolution, ive decided to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Develop my intellectual curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-which i apparently lacked, quote frm some teacher-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually its kinda similar to my new year resolution, that is, to stop being so cynical. i mean, when cynical thoughts develop in my mind, relatively, i lose all [intellectual] curiousity in a subject. this sounds like the proportion n relativity thingy we did today in maths! hey!!! i made a link!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, im not really certain of how to get inquisitive abt smthg which i desperately find boring and meaningless. example: certain subjects in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my personal opinion, the teacher's perspective of the display of intellectual curiousity is very narrow and appearance-based. intellectual curiousity could be shown in many different ways. just becus someone doesnt ask alot of qns &lt;u&gt;in class&lt;/u&gt; doesnt mean they arent curious. similarly, someone who asks lots of stuff in class might just lack the will to seek the answers for themselves. but then again, sympathising with the poor teacher, how could he/she tell if u possessed curiousity if u dont speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another point to ponder: does being &lt;strong&gt;curious = smart&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i dislike answering qns and asking them. m i retarded? y cant ppl just find out the answers for themselves??? whatever happened to inferences n references? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tts y most adults in my life think tt i hav low intelligence :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tts wad i think of them too :D ok, i feel tt old familiar tinge of cynicalness returning. [just for ur info, cynicalness is grammatically correct]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;analysing ppl's IQs r highly subjective. i thought tt this person in my class was really intelligent, but most ppl prefer to think tt she is plain hardworking. i think im right btw. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110605711887979011?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110605711887979011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110605711887979011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110605711887979011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if i like u all either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refers to no individual in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, even in my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must practise discreetion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110597326532449801?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110597326532449801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110597326532449801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110597326532449801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110597326532449801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-not-sure-if-its-just-me-being.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110595510135108001</id><published>2005-01-17T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T17:45:01.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS BLOG HAS DONE IT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER TYPING A NEW ENTRY, IT JUST HANGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE U BLOGSPOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110544659510815123</id><published>2005-01-11T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:29:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifescience thingy</title><content type='html'>WipeOFF is a new generation of muscle stimulant/ antiseptic wipe/ insect repellent/ deodoriser --yes, all 4 of them-- rolled into one compact package in the form of wet wipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, how does tt sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one little catch : only fans of black pepper, cloves and lemongrass combined would actually find the wipe deodorising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh, our product sounds veri veri impressive but the truth is it only consists of water, alcohol, essential oils of black pepper n cloves, and juice of lemon grass. oh well, but as long as it works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still love our little agar plates of cute little bacteria (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they descended frm yufang's thumb n saliva. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the word &lt;em&gt;"little"&lt;/em&gt; - wanqin has officially became the "little girl" in strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110544659510815123?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110544659510815123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110544659510815123' title='0 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the title -&lt;strong&gt;harem&lt;/strong&gt;. yucks. i hate it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive also realised tt the real empress tzi hsi isnt as perverted, twisted n evil as most western history books make her out to be. previous allegations n accounts of her were faked by this dumb money minded pornographer whose biography of her was unfortunately accepted by most historians. oh yeah, he was a &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt; too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i had started on the chinese scrapbook in november, with enthusiasm n &lt;s&gt;false hopes&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ok, wont become cynical]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; thinking tt it might end well. but the truth is tt my scrapbook sucks larh. its not creative, not interesting n very heavy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[literally].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i mentioned 3 things on my entry today. one of them [abt tzi hsi] is positive :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;except for the critising of tt gay historian.&lt;/span&gt; well, its an improvement. it indicates tt 1/3 of my thoughts r happy n positive now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110516247936059007?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110516247936059007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110516247936059007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110516247936059007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110516247936059007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2005/01/guess-what-ive-decided-tt-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110491291691103676</id><published>2005-01-05T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T16:15:16.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first things first...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year- new class. &lt;strong&gt;307&lt;/strong&gt;! but im still sad over &lt;strong&gt;205&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resolution: love my class, love my cca, love my life basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how extremely cynical my thoughts have became. i might just turn into one of those horrible tiresome cynical old ladies someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok- so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and love my blog too. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110491291691103676?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110491291691103676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110491291691103676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;strong&gt;unproductive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cello still sucks. ms zhao keeps telling me to play with feeling &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-rationally speaking: with smoother and technically correct bowing-&lt;/span&gt;. i dread going back for strings practice- i have yet to master all the horrible pieces like st pauls. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis has &lt;s&gt;rotted&lt;/s&gt; come to a stinky sticky end. not only did mr lau not sign me n xlx's nyaa book, xlx has left me for china, so the lessons cant continue. i bet i wont even be able to wack one bloody ball when the classes resume next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework is untouched. &lt;em&gt;indefinitely&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my dad wants me and my mum to take golf. so yesterday we went to fareast to get the&lt;br /&gt;shoes, gloves, golfset blah. ohh, i got a nice orangey cap:) i wonder if this heavy investment would actually pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news: im gonna go outta this horrid country soon! to somewhere in sichuan. its gonna be drastically cold there, horrible was ms zhao's description of the cold. HAHA. and she said tt the only reason y she went was becus her husband dragged her there for the scenery there, which she guessed was the same reason y we r going. she was right. my dad initiated it. we're going on a special xmas tour so dere'll b xmas ball, skiing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im planning to use this trip as the theme for my chinese scrapbook. its just tt there would be too little time for me to complete it. hence, I, the ever resourceful one, decided to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ahhem-&lt;/span&gt; cheat a bit by doing the background introductions abt the visiting sites first with the help of the tour programme bklt and fill the book up with the photos n reflections later. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im missing kiki. i dreamt of adopting another white terrier last night who pounced and licked me like kiki. no wait, i think tt was a nightmare. the terrier kept spring up to lick me on the &lt;strong&gt;mrt&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;yucks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110224469245009217?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110224469245009217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110224469245009217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110224469245009217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110224469245009217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/12/singing-holiday-tunes.html' title='singing the holiday tunes'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110197899748043836</id><published>2004-12-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T17:16:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angsty song</title><content type='html'>I'm a nightmare, a disaster&lt;br /&gt;That's what they always said&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lost cause, not a hero&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I've got to prove them wrong&lt;br /&gt;They'll never bring us down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never fall in line&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me against the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110197899748043836?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110197899748043836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110197899748043836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110197899748043836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110197899748043836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/12/angsty-song.html' title='angsty song'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110189086916475621</id><published>2004-12-01T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T17:14:18.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff up </title><content type='html'>i seldom blog these days. i realised tt wad really attracted me to blogging was the layout hunting and not exactly the typing out of each entry. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the incredibles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bridget jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alexander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;another jap sci-fi movie which name i forgot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no one wanna watch BJ with me ):&lt;br /&gt;alexander n jap movie not out yet. i think. any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random thought. what kind of girl would aspire to be a beauty queen , specifically, for miss &lt;u&gt;singapore&lt;/u&gt; universe? when my mum first told me this xx pupil of hers wanna be a beauty queen. i was appalled. first, she speaks in a fake american accent even though she's nvr set foot into the USA. second, though her bum is admittedly great &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-i mean it!-&lt;/span&gt; and her figure just alright, she is of the height of a chipmunk &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-exaggeration lah-.&lt;/span&gt; third, she's not exactly the smartest person i know. and guess what conclusion i came up with?! this 3 flaws of hers match those of alot of contestants in our national beauty pageant!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -see, i make a good scientist!- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tt pretty much means tt she's suited for this kinda pageants. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also pondering over my future career. im really not sure if i should be a plastic surgeon or a businesswoman... sigh, both ways, i need to maintain a GPA of above&lt;strong&gt; 3.8&lt;/strong&gt; to get into top colleges. this is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110189086916475621?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110189086916475621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110189086916475621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110189086916475621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110189086916475621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/12/stuff-up.html' title='stuff up '/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110143789030690131</id><published>2004-11-26T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:58:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kl trip</title><content type='html'>yay! im back! and so r the jiangnan peeps (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall narrate the details of this kl trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got onto dad's car, deposited the maid at mum's friend's house [the woman who breeds rabbits n gave us xiaobai]. embarked on a 10hr journey to kl. stopped halfway at some overhead bridge thingy at the highway for lunch at kfc. sat on car for long boring tour around putrajaya, the supposedly new capital of m'sia. it was so damn hot too x( but the architecture around the place was really nice, the mosque like office buildings of the govnt. haha, this might seem like racial prejudice, but my dad called the top of the mosque thingy &lt;em&gt;onion heads&lt;/em&gt;. the place was quite bare. it was highly underpopulated and deforested. checked in at the hotel really really late at night. the view frm the hotel was really good cos its close to the twin towers and the tv tower -?-. what i hated was the fact tt the suite we booked had 2 rooms, and there were 4 of us sharing the suite, so why must i be the one sharing the bed with my sis? -hmpf- but the disney channel on the tv made up for tt. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, this day sucks. it was really boring. spent the whole day shopping at suria klcc, tt gigantic mall underneath the twin towers with mum n sis. i dont get wads the point of shopping there all day when the stuff there r so stinking expensive and all we could do was to gape at the windows of prada and chanel. no, wait, tt statement was technically inaccurate, cos mum still insisted in entering those highend boutiques to look around inside. -sigh- But i still bought this nice peranakan dress thingy to wear during festivals and stuff. its gold n shiny. oh shiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner in our own suite, i tried to drag mum n sis to walk abt town with me. so we walked to the nearest mall, avenue k, where the kl asian fasion week -?- was held. haha, but we were stopped by some attendants, who told us tt there was a private function there and told us to come again the next day for the fashion shows. so being as unsporting as they were, mum n sis persisted on returning to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3...&lt;br /&gt;i think our trip to kl was more of a shopping trip. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;dad dropped us off at somewhere near timesquare, our next destination. ohh, we passed by planet hollywood, where i saw demi moore n mickey mouse's hand prints. no, mickey mouse's glove prints. i was looking forward to riding the indoor coaster at timesquare, but when i saw it i immediately chickened out. lol! it overturns in a really narrow radius?! so we didnt play at cosmo's world. had lunch at secret recipe, which was a common sight at kl. timesquare was really huge too, just tt a lot of its floors r unoccupied. bought some pirated cds at a shop. simple plan n hilary duff! dont get me wrong, i didnt chose the hilary duff one, it was my sis. but later i regretted not buying U2's cd instead cos it turned out tt all of simple plan's songs come in the same melody, which was : no melody. also purchased taxi, the dvd. wanted to buy the forgotten and the incredibles too, but sis thought tt the forgotten was a ghost story n didnt want it. mum thought tt animations were lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a taxi to megamall, second largest shopping centre in m'sia. realise tt mango's winter clothes were very cheap. they had this big pet shop in megamall, 2 storeys high. they sold chameleons, birds, chickens, hedgehodges, tortoises, among the conventional pets like rodents, cats, dogs etc. went to this nike store, where the stuff were all cheaper then s'pore's and bought some stuff. and the greatest irony was tt the nike stuff they sold in tt store was made in s'pore. funny right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4...&lt;br /&gt;packed up in the morning to check out. drove to port dickson for sightseeing. the waters look really nice, bluish n greenish frm the distance. but upon looking up close at the shores, the waters look muddy n dirty. sis rode on a horse while dad n i captured her on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the return journey:mum kept reprimanding my dad for speeding so she took over the wheel. well... my dad's speed hardly hovers over 120 km/h but my mum -ahhem- hits over 140km/h at times. talk abt speeding... stupid sis kept singing silly hilary duff songs. i hate her songs, its contents r petty n school-girlish, not to mention her horrible childish nasal voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped over at JB for dinner n roast duck. n shopped at carrefour. the queues at the customs were really long. darn darn long. got detained for bringing in a whole big tray of eggs in our car. -hehe- but it was unintentional, the dumb counter person at carrefour told us it was allowed. actually, the roast duck in our back seat was illegal too, but the police didnt spot tt. i mean, didnt sniff tt out, considering the wonderful aroma it was giving out. we didnt get fined, but i think they keep a record. oh, and the whole big tray of eggs had to be thrown away ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tt im back in s'pore, i realised tt i hav just missed the training session for SBWR anniversary walk and so i wont be able to guide this year. sigh. n i found out my subject combi too. triple science + history. not sure if i got the lit elective i opted for. hope so. of only i could take geog elective too. ): i'd miss geog. n mabbe lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long entry. so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110143789030690131?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110143789030690131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110143789030690131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110143789030690131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110143789030690131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/kl-trip.html' title='kl trip'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110103196471208212</id><published>2004-11-21T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:12:44.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quack quack quack</title><content type='html'>im insane with boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also guilty. less than a year ago, i had received this chain mail depicting the cruel treatment of farmers to calves, calves destined to be served as veal. and i swore never to touch veal. but in a moment of greed, i actually ate veal at tavern's. not only the steak, but also the sausage where the poor calves are minced into itty gritty little pieces and stuffed into pig's intestines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have gone on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but veal sucks so i guess i wont be eating them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored to the extent of spending the whole of saturday with my dumb sister. we even rollerbladed on the streets to her beloved pet shop to look at dog accessories for a pet dog which we unfortunately do not possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, and i keep typing dog as god. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think that the jiangnan ppl hav returned. sigh, no one's blogging much these days and no one tags too :( . gonna leave for m'sia KL tmr. i shall pack now and watch austin powers on channel 5 later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110103196471208212?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-8545161.post-110083465693708423</id><published>2004-11-19T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:24:16.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loves gwen stefani </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Come here little kiddies, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On my lap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess who's back with a brand new rap?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child investigation accusation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else could I possibly do to make noise?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I done touched on everything, but little boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's not a stab at Michael&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go a little bit crazy sometimesI get a little bit out of control with my rhymes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good God, dip, do a little slide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bend down, touch your toes and just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the center of the dance floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like TP for my bunghole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's cool if you let one go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give a little "poot poot", it's OK! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oops my cd just skipped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everyone just heard you let one rip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm gonna make you dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's your chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah boy shake that ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oops I mean girl girl girl girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl you know you're my world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright now lose it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just lose it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats only the pedophile part of &lt;strong&gt;just lost it&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110083465693708423?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110083465693708423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110083465693708423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110083465693708423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110083465693708423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/loves-gwen-stefani.html' title='loves gwen stefani '/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110074818479135928</id><published>2004-11-18T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:23:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ticktockticktock</title><content type='html'>im really really bored. i know u are too. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -or else why would u be reading blogs?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed my layout again. i got bored with the other one. besides, this layout consists of a hot muscular &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-with 6 pack-&lt;/span&gt; babe in striped bikini ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridget jones is nc16! argh. nvm. shall drag taller frenz such as huanniex &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-?-&lt;/span&gt; along. mwahahaha. but kidman's new film birth is m18! how could things get so bad? this is such a bummer. theres no way i can get into this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lead a miserable and constraint life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its confirmed. im gonna go to KL next week on daddy's business trip. sigh. actually theres nothing much to do in KL too... but its an improvement from my stagnant &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-and rotting-&lt;/span&gt; life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell u i m bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go to the library later. read up on the french revolution or smthg.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -raisesbrows-&lt;/span&gt; i guess im really miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110074818479135928?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110074818479135928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110074818479135928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110074818479135928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110074818479135928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/ticktockticktock.html' title='ticktockticktock'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110056974490629659</id><published>2004-11-16T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T09:49:04.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and now ive got a runny nose</title><content type='html'>thanks to sittingpartner's reminder, i m reminded tt those using mozilla or mabbe netscape cant really use the ipod features. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, i feel it creeping onto me again. it is the sneaky thought tt makes me feel less inclined to blog on a daily basis. hmpf. anyway, dere's nothing much to blog abt these days.. holidays. wad could i possibly do? its always either shopping with my mum, or being studious at the library, or going out with friends. its the same routine exercise every single bloody day. plus now tt so many of our classmates hav gone onto the jiangnan tour thingy, i cant even go out tt often or blogsurf tt much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to jiangnan too! fang's gonna go to shanghai... and i'll be the only deprived child stuck back in dead old pitiful island of Singapore where the boring weather never changes, just lyk her boring citizens. everyone's going to shanghai for some reason... BUT i would be going to china too, in late december, to either beijing, jiangnan or smthg. such perfect timing rite? when everyone returns frm their holidays in china, i shall fly dere n b isolated. hmpfhmpfhmpf. but heyheyhey, i may b tagging along with my dad to KL during his business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh i went to jeanyip's at imm yesterday to cut my hair. no, not cut. just to layer it. now im like.. erm.. bald? i look lyk sittingpartner, with veryvery little hair. HAHA. when the guy who was cutting said it was done, i touched my hair n i felt like screaming. WHAT HAPPENED? it was the shock of my life, all tt was left was one thin, teeny little bunch of hair tied in a ponytail. it didnt look so bad in the mirror in front of me, but when i actually felt the hair, i realised tt i had majorly balded. it was a relief he didnt shortened my hair, or i'll really become cheryl II &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-hehe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its a good thing i hav lotsa hair (: it should grow back fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110056974490629659?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110056974490629659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110056974490629659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110056974490629659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110056974490629659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-now-ive-got-runny-nose.html' title='and now ive got a runny nose'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110043160408232445</id><published>2004-11-14T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T19:26:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the just lose it &amp; 1985 mtv rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah go watch the chiobu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, i dont mean &lt;s&gt;mj&lt;/s&gt;eminem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110043160408232445?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110043160408232445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110043160408232445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110043160408232445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110043160408232445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-lose-it-1985-mtv-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110033556580812985</id><published>2004-11-13T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:46:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod</title><content type='html'>i m in love with new layout :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so nice! its like an online mp3 plus i didnt even hav to sweat it, i merely took it frm blogskins! haha, im lazy. hab n ningning thinks its nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall add somemore music files in my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, for sittingpartner's sake, i shall add in some stuff abt my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when we gav kiki away, this is what she wrote in her diary [spelling, grammatical errors included]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Death is coming nearer but i all i could think about is dogz! Dogz! Dogz!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told u all she is very dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;death is coming nearer.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, she has totally forgotten abt kiki n was just happily pondering over what breed of dog to buy next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;girls...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110033556580812985?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110033556580812985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110033556580812985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110033556580812985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110033556580812985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/ipod.html' title='ipod'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-110024547241170953</id><published>2004-11-12T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T15:44:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye kiki</title><content type='html'>kiki is gone. to a pet shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum went to the pet shop in the morning and met this lady who wanted the minipincher &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-how do u spell it?-&lt;/span&gt; yupp, so now it lies &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-or barks?-&lt;/span&gt; in a metal cage in the pet shop waiting for the arrival of her new lovely owner. sis is crying now. shes such a damned hypocrite. she cried too when xiaobai ran away... but she didnt even bother to go look for it. ohwell. girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess diaries 2 was a let down. but still ranks miles above shark tale. anne hathaway is soooo cute. i liked her cat, fat louie, but hate the poodle. liying thinks tt the cat's the cutest too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class dinner was fun i guess. we ate setmeals at breeks in taka. sheesh, the soup was just diluted campbell's mushroom.. and some sentimental ppl were giving out farewell letters to everyone. like hab, fang, sarah, dearsittingpartner etc. they were sweet. i think. oh yeah, i finally unravelled the mystery of why m i called wulongcha woman. and i also found out how much wanqin resembles my mum: they hav the same surname shen, they hav the same blouse &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-mum bought hers 10 yrs ago, wanqin in more recent times- &lt;/span&gt;, they both like short hairstyles, both quite pragmatic. hmm. stupid angel played me out. she didnt wear the u suck tee with me! after dinner, a mob of us went to cine to take neoprints. yay, i finally took some with fang n sittingpartner! plus it was sparkly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy brought me n sis to orchard yesterday. we had xiaolongbao at this chinese restaurant in paragon for tea. it is so darn nice :)  although we had to wait for 20 mins plus for it... finally bought tennis balls. the christmas decos cktangs n metro were selling r so so glittery, sparkly n nice. i think im infatuated with shiny stuff :D but we didnt buy any cos mummy forgot to bring her tangs voucher :( we did buy lotsa yummy swiss chocs at metro though. ahhh, the wonderful dark chocs xD  oh, i found my new hobby, collecting choc wrappers, those with pics of switzerland on it.. -hehe- saw glenn ong hosting some perfect10 stage show at cktangs, desperately calling out for ppl to participate in this male makeover competition. but deres only 1 brave competitor &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-HAHA-&lt;/span&gt;. so at the end, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-in a highly &lt;s&gt;pathetic&lt;/s&gt;resigned tone-,&lt;/span&gt; he announced tt in the absence of any competitors, tt brave guy shall win hands down. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-HAHA- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, sis stopped crying now, i shall go n c wad she's doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, she's lying on the matress, staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes shes so dramatic, she could fool herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back frm life sciences business plan training in ngee ann poly. it was so damn boring. the teachers ic frm our sch werent even dere?! i bet they knew wad was in store already. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-me n fang-&lt;/span&gt; decided to make our product an antiseptic, muscle stimulating, deodourising, muscle rub in the form of wipes!! yay!! arent we smart?! we werent even listening to the lectures, we were just happily munching on tictacs n discussing our product. the smart duo escaped frm the lecture early through the back door n went to eat lunch. ha ha ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-mskum'svampirecackle-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless kiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-110024547241170953?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/110024547241170953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=110024547241170953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110024547241170953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/110024547241170953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/byebye-kiki.html' title='byebye kiki'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109997394955915048</id><published>2004-11-09T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T12:19:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate u</title><content type='html'>u know tt feeling when u typed an entry--&gt; cos of wadeva shit problem the com/server dies --&gt; entry gets wiped out clean --&gt; left with nothing ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts how im feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate singtel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate everyone else but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;cos im selfish and self-centred&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god did u &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; believe tt i would discriminate against myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just distraught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall &lt;s&gt;say&lt;/s&gt;type what i &lt;s&gt;said&lt;/s&gt;typed in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i give this modem n this cpu a good thrashing that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109997394955915048?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109997394955915048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109997394955915048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109997394955915048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109997394955915048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-u.html' title='i hate u'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109979868766932621</id><published>2004-11-07T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T11:43:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiki</title><content type='html'>bleargh, i havnt blogged for days :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me start frm say... thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; went to snowcity, where i was frozen to death in the snow chamber. 205 slid down the slope tgt :) but unfortunately, our link was broken twice. not to mention we were the last in the interclass competition. after tt, i went to jurong point to watch shark tale with my &lt;s&gt;horrible&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister. advice: dont watch it! its such a boring show. the whole story and even the animation sucks larh. i dont think i would hav watched it if the cast wasnt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; netball carn at kallang! haha, i was in the shooting competition with cheryl n ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-yeah i noe.. since when could i shoot?-&lt;/span&gt; i only managed to shoot in like.. 8 frigging balls? -.-" and ada got 17 while cheryl got 24 in. in the end, our class got 5th. oh well, it will not be fair if we win everything right?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-egoistic grin- &lt;/span&gt; Couldnt go out for lunch with classmates due to piano lesson :( hence, i went home with xlx. met the classmates who were going out for lunch on the bus, but was sadly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;daoed. eh but i must comment on their attire, new class tee n pe shorts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-hmpf-&lt;/span&gt;. went to jurong point again after piano lesson to buy new school shoes. hehe, some sports shop was having 66% discount :D . wanted the nike air shoe but they didnt hav my size :( , so i ended up with this pinkish nike sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; day was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got landed with a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  -  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-scream-&lt;/span&gt; my sis had been begging forever for a dog so we decided to look in the spca for possible candidates. everything was nice and smooth, we went into the pound, none of the dogs were suitable, we left the pound. BUT. at the entrance of another building in spca, there stood this lady carrying a container of dog food and holding a leash attached to a skinny black miniature with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;sub&gt;(fake) &lt;/sub&gt;jewel studded collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;i&gt;Fate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the lady asked if we wanted to adopt her dog [which she was going to abandon in spca]. so after some questions, pondering blah blah blah, &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-not me!- &lt;/span&gt; decided to adopt it. yeah. and my sis named it ...&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;cruelty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off we went back home. after we left the deplorable pooch at home, we left for orchard. mum insisted tt she must and she will hav lunch at this buffet restaurant in taka. the lunch was ok, i only liked the french toast and smoked salmon. later, we went to shop at isetan and at this pet shop in shaw centre. u hav no idea how good dog food smells :) esp the bacon strips&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-yumyum-&lt;/span&gt;! when we reached home, dad, sis n i brought the dog out for a walk. Kiki fought with every single unfortunate dog which crossed her path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-yeah, its a she-&lt;/span&gt; oh, and she's supposed to be a breed of racing dog too. back home, she started her barking streak at abt 10pm n this miserable bitch persisted for the whole night till dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;i &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, gtg for cello lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109979868766932621?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109979868766932621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109979868766932621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109979868766932621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109979868766932621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/kiki.html' title='kiki'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109946945419810578</id><published>2004-11-03T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:10:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;hey, ive just realise tt i mostly blog at 3-4pm ... hmm:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;plus my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;great achievement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;: i hav managed to &lt;u&gt;consistently&lt;/u&gt; blog for more than 20 entries &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; any thoughts of abandoning my blog! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had maths trail @ esplanade today. the facilitators gav us some meagre cheese bun[hotdog buns were taken by ppl sitting in front D:  ] n mineral water. boohoohoo. so mandalim &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-dearsittingpartner-&lt;/span&gt; , jiayi n i were in the group with manda n i being the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double dictators&lt;/span&gt; n jiayi as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leader&lt;/span&gt;. ha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so we did screw up the proper sequence of the stations we were supposed to go to, but at least we finished all the stations! yay! &lt;s&gt;however it should be noted tt 90% of our questions were incorrect&lt;/s&gt;. but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; r &lt;u&gt;not to be blamed&lt;/u&gt; for tt! the stupid paper ruler they gav us for measurements were inaccurate n flimsy. -nods head intelligently-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to fareast to hav lunch. hmpf. some ppl jus dont hav taste, they would rather eat chicken rice than turkish food. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-tsktsktsk-&lt;/span&gt; sigh, so we went to eat chicken rice lor:(  anyway it turned out to be quite yummy. then we shopped around after lunch! cat was always the one who was left behind in the shops becus she was always so enraptured by some jewelry. oh and rachel got her second pair of earholes. yeah n jirui chickened out of piercing afterwards. manda n jiayi were also trying to find a denim jacket which was w/n their budget. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-levi's: $200+ - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;205vians: cat bought some star tatoo stickers for us to stick on during netball carn. its quite cute i guess. samples available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel n i bought an identical yellow happy bunny &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-tt cynical &amp; sadistic rabbit-&lt;/span&gt; tee tt says: u suck big time. hehe, im planning to wear it to class dinner. speaking of class dinner, cat the classchair's gonna plan it! it may b on friday after netball carn. cat hopes its at mache. i'd rather a class chalet in sentosa. :(  anyway, mache's ok, the food's nice :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. snowcity trip tmr. blehblehbleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109946945419810578?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109946945419810578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109946945419810578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109946945419810578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109946945419810578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-bunny.html' title='happy bunny'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109940018849711228</id><published>2004-11-02T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:56:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i regretted going to school today. sucha waste of time :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, a whole bunch of us arrived at 8.50+ then we went to GO before heading to CLC. ok, so we arrived at CLC at 0900hr [according to mandalim's watch] or if u prefer, 0902 [according to my watch]. we were supposed to be there at 9am btw. then this teacher came up to us and started &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ahem-&lt;/span&gt; giving us those typical lecture. "why are u late? dont u know its at CLC blah blah blah" by the time she finished&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt; , she turned to her watch n said: "U R LATE BY 5 MINUTES!" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-applauses- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wth? it's just a talk abt herbs in sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would hav been subject to another hour of boring talks abt sharks if cat didnt ask some of us to the dentist. but then again, maybe i'd rather listen to shark conservation then to be dentally&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; -?- &lt;/span&gt;and emotionally traumatised by the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so another bunch of 205vians headed for the dental van. as i entered, i looked around the van for some signs of a steering wheel, driver's seat n stuff but to no avail. oh well, i suppose the van is towed by another vehicle. :/ OMG the stinking dentist was so damn talkative&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -freak!- &lt;/span&gt;n its a HE ok. it's abnormal male behavior. plus he talks abt the most unrelevant n trivial stuff! even the nurse seems quite pissed off with him and trust me, the nurse is quite a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eg: ~he asked mel-d n i abt our piano grades cos he wants to get a teacher to coach his girlfren   diploma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~what career we wanted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-i said platic surgery-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; guess his reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ he asked us abt iceskating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~he told charlene his family history and told her she had dry lips so she should get lip balm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ plus loads more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yeah, he reminds me of my cousin leh. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-cept tt &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; cousin is much more shuai-&lt;/span&gt; young, delicate skin, skinny, fine n feeble moustache&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -quote xlx: zhugeliang moustache-&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, and i bled alot during scaling. :/ frigging gum disease. found out tt quite a few of our classmates hav it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots and when we returned to CLC for the remainder of the talk, we realise tt it was over! yay! so weiming zerui  i went to taka to eat. yipee! ate mos burgers then went to wisma to shop around. at surfbabe, zerui n i went to try on bikinis ;D but i had some trouble with the strings which were abit too elastic...oh, of course i chose an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; one :) but left my coffee shake at surfbabe, didnt wanna get it back :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, the nike women's fall collection is so damn nice! it's main colour scheme is my 2nd fav colour : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;apple/lime green&lt;/span&gt;! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109940018849711228?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109940018849711228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109940018849711228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109940018849711228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109940018849711228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-regretted-going-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109930332993554142</id><published>2004-11-01T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T18:02:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happie halloweenies!</title><content type='html'>              &lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; H&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, this year condo hav no activities planned for halloween. so sad. no candies :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up quite early today considering it is not a proper school day. 7 leh. cos my sis' stupid babyG kept beeping every 5 mins. -_-" . spent the early morn reading this mystery novel abt some pedophile. hehe. it's not sick at all actually, but the plot is really quite good as in u cant exactly place ur fingers on who's the culprit. as usual, ahem, it includes a priest. hmm :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10.10, left for some chinese cultural activity at tanjong pagar. blehh, llama was in charge of us. and before we left for tt teahouse, he was like [in chinese] :"follow closely hor, dont get abducted by bad guys" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-wonder who's the bad guy- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so arrived at the damned teahouse. learnt some stuff abt chinese tea. sheesh, ive been through this tea appreciation thingy for at least thrice already but i dont seem to have absorbed any of these. oh yeah, i learnt tt quite a few of our classmates cant aim properly :) hehe. as in pouring the water into the clay pot. after we left the teahouse, jean, jolyn, meiying, wanqin n i went to tampines mall for lunch. ate at breeks cafe. hey, the baked bonanza thingy is quite nice &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-at least i lyked the cheese-&lt;/span&gt; . when tt waitress asked us wad drinks we wanted, wanqin immediately answered: "coke!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;wanqin: dont ever think abt drinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; when im still around k! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! i intercepted and forced her to take sprite instead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;COKE DIET WANQIN!&lt;/span&gt; while wanqin is in jiangnan, i hav instructed jean to take over me as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;coke dietician&lt;/span&gt;. mwahahahahaha :D &lt;br /&gt;sigh, im once again reminded of the fact tt some ppl will be going on immersion programme to jiangnan :( im so sad. i wanna go too!&lt;s&gt; if not for tt stupid taiwan thingy, i wud hav registered for it too!! now i'll be stuck in boring old singapore x(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to take neoprints after lunch. but the machines at TM were so blearghhhh. ended up with horrible neos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;just a random thought... should i install counter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109930332993554142?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109930332993554142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109930332993554142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109930332993554142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109930332993554142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/11/happie-halloweenies.html' title='happie halloweenies!'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109921364850143037</id><published>2004-10-31T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T17:07:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think 205 is the best class i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;205 is forever the roxiest, with the most&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt; ideas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-as we had proven with 2 drama nite wins-&lt;/span&gt; the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;independant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-from teachers-&lt;/span&gt; and the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;united&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-yay-&lt;/span&gt;. we have braved so many &lt;s&gt;storms&lt;/s&gt;extremely bad situations together, like the stupid aesthetics project, drama nites, netball carns, science quizzes, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complaints&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and more. even though we might hav had misunderstandings but now tt we r parting, im sure everyone would feel a sense of sadness and loss too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any teacher who had doubted our capabilities were &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com"&gt;WRONG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. and im sure the 205vians wud noe who these are. but they dont matter much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, we r going to part :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meiying's gonna go to nus high and the rest of us r most probably gonna split anyway. this is sad. i mean it. i think im gonna cry or smthg  :(     :/   x/   :[    X/   XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was lame. but the truth is, i dont think im ever gonna have another class as wonderful as 205. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -awwww-&lt;/span&gt;  maybe its just me, but the idea of being put in another class with the people from other classes seem a bit weird, esp since we were already cohortmates? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;try so hard to say goodbye/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109921364850143037?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109921364850143037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109921364850143037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109921364850143037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109921364850143037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-think-205-is-best-class-i-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109909741402919234</id><published>2004-10-30T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T08:50:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>205!</title><content type='html'>             &lt;marquee behavior="scroll" direction="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my class xD.. two years running as the drama nite champs! 105 with Hari Potty and 205 with Hansel &amp; Gretel! we rock we rock we rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, we were all so hyped up cos of this. we were so into winning this thing again i guess.. anyway, we were in the kschee cheering and stuff like: 205 whoosh! and 211 and 206 were nice enough to cheer for us too :) When we were performing, we mediums sort of screwed up one part cos we started saying different stuff, esp me, cos i said wrong line :(  And the high people also forgot one of their lines, so it seemed quite busted. somemore the audience didnt laugh as much as the first preliminary rounds... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-but who cares abt the dumb sec 1s, corny lovesick bunch-&lt;/span&gt; At least the judges were laughing :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, and when they announced the results, cat was like squeezing my arm and hyperventilating beside me. then i was suddenly counscious of the potential danger i was exposed to. cat- the clapping maniac and seleena- the screaming maniac. guess what? most of the sec2s and esp 206 were like screaming " OHH" when the mcs were abt to announce the winners. then 211 were shouting "ONEEE" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-cos deres only 212 n 205 left-&lt;/span&gt; anyway, 212 didnt seem veri keen on winning cos our class were also shouting "OHH" and they were still like "... -_-"" haha :D ok, duh, we won. and off goes the two sirens beside me, one clapping so loudly tt the pressure threatened to burst my eardrums and the other screaming so sharply tt im gonna go deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so proud of my class, im gonna tear &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-as in cry-&lt;/span&gt; any moment. hehe. and we did this all w/o the help of any teachers. hmpf. last year w/o HML and this year w/o our dear form teacher -who also missed our performance last nite- their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and we also got back our EOY papers yesterday. and now, I WANNA CHANGE SUBJ COMBI!!! arghhhhh. i only got bloody 31/40 for hist?! and i wanna change to trip science geog now! :(  cos suddenly i saw a fluctuation in my geog score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i jus saw wanqin's blog.  WANQIN U ROCK TOO :)   guess why u rock? cos u said tt i rock! hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109909741402919234?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109909741402919234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109909741402919234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109909741402919234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109909741402919234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/205.html' title='205!'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109886397465571958</id><published>2004-10-27T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T15:59:34.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hansel &amp; gretel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;this is so exciting! we got into the finals!!! i do hope we'll win!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh; but this means i mus memorise the script now :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikea was so fun :) we ate lunch there first, then we went to the kiddie corner. the toys were ermmm... not tt fun. lemme c, there were ET monsters, finger puppets, heart cusions, small animals and teddies [bendable or not] we also shopped at the bottom floors, where we were tempted to buy: the mirror [but jean said its inauspicious to giv others mirrors :(] ; the photo frames with easel;  candles in nice little teacups; and the &lt;s&gt;kueh-to-to&lt;/s&gt;liquor glass. after much contemplation &lt;s&gt;and walking x( &lt;/s&gt;, we decided to buy a brandy glass!!! after all, it has the greatest capacity. after that, we needed smthg to fill tt big volume. hehehe, we picked this cute teddie and &lt;s&gt;stuffed&lt;/s&gt; it into the glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;butt first, hands next, head last :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;animal abusers&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were experimenting with different ways to stuff the teddie in. with and without the ikea pencil. fang took a nice pic of it on her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love twofive. i shall miss u guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109886397465571958?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109886397465571958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109886397465571958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109886397465571958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109886397465571958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/hansel-gretel.html' title='hansel &amp; gretel'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109868774216287019</id><published>2004-10-25T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T15:02:22.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the times we've been together; </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;sigh, it makes me sad to think that 205 would part ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up wif aunty and huann at JE library yesterday. and huannn or wanghuai or huanniex was telling us those digusting &lt;s&gt;scandals&lt;/s&gt; of some nygh ppl. then we crapped at the 'teen zone' or wadeva it is for quite long. then i rmbed tt i must borrow some books to show that i was dere to read &lt;s&gt;and not crap&lt;/s&gt;... ok, aunty was searching for those really really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;porno&lt;/span&gt; books lor x/ and huanniex and me were searching for some for  her ahahahaha. guess wad? i realised tt the library has lots and lots of porno books&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -tsktsktsk-&lt;/span&gt;. i bet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;30%&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of the books in the fiction section r &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porn sensations&lt;/span&gt;... but we found this really&lt;u&gt; literary, chim &lt;s&gt;porn&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt; book by something lewis, which is apparrently an award-winning but controversial novel abt some monk who falls in love with this 'monk' who is actually a girl in disguise and they &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-ahem-&lt;/span&gt; practise the skills of procreation tgt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's sch was so rubbish larh. we listened to principal's add for 1 hr or so.. i was still considering my subj combis, but later decided to take 3 sc, hist and lit elective. sigh, i'll miss geog. if only we cud take 3 hu, 3 sc... found out tt yufang, liying, and mandas chose the exact same combi wif lit elective :/ i bet the lit classes wud hav enough ppl to start then!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt, went to jblock to practice choral speaking... so shit lor.  we didnt even practise lor. so a grp of us went to the library to watch movie : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moulin rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! we were barely half way through when someone came up and lectured us &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt; sheesh, so went back to rehearse :( like it was veri productive aniwae... but at least we worked out some basic actions and stuff.. yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, then after school , took 190 home, transit to 180. AND on 180, this really really cute little girl sat in front of me and turned to face me. she was so darn adorable. she had this huge bambi eyes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-cliched i noe-&lt;/span&gt; , small little nose, and bronze curls! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so kewwwwllttt&lt;/span&gt;!! and she kept sticking her hands out of the seat so whenever she did tt, i wud shake hands wif her hehe... before i alighted she said bye too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;'i hate mondays' -- Garfield, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109868774216287019?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109868774216287019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109868774216287019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109868774216287019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109868774216287019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-times-weve-been-together.html' title='all the times we&apos;ve been together; '/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109853738622830748</id><published>2004-10-23T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T21:16:26.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2046 helllooooo! xD</title><content type='html'>yipee!! dad bought 2046 vcd! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;-SOLONGNC16RULE!!-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i only watched the beginning :( cos gotta watch huanzhugege3 on tv... but nvm, i shall watch it some other day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, besides the 5th prince who got shuaier [haha] the other characters r now all played by ugly freeeeeks. i mean it. esp ziwei!! y did they even find tt person to play her? low budget??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, yufang zhongning and shuyi shud hav been to the "toddycats' tea" thingy today, -ugh-  i wonder how tt went.. did they meet any -ahem- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;environmental&lt;/span&gt; -ahem- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;enthusiasts&lt;/span&gt; . haha, im being prejudiced here. really didnt wanna go for tt gathering thingy so i stayed at home and practised my nice cello :D im so guai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109853738622830748?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109853738622830748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109853738622830748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109853738622830748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109853738622830748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/2046-helllooooo-xd.html' title='2046 helllooooo! xD'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109844035633026198</id><published>2004-10-22T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T18:19:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thousand miles...</title><content type='html'>my god, this is such a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, eoys r over!! although i screwed hist, lit and maths but at least its over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ever, i keep feeling this sense of loss and aimlessness now that eoys r gone. &lt;s&gt;DONT U GEDDIT PPL?!? WITH THE EOYS GONE, WE'LL B LIVING IN DAYS&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; VOID OF PURPOSE AND ACHIEVEMENT&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/s&gt; sigh, i feel sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and today my mum cheated by calling SSO for my piano results! guess wad?&lt;u&gt; i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/u&gt; XDXDXD omg; i doubt tt examiner's hearing now :) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, such a nice day rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch fang, wanqin, charlene, jean n i went to PS for movie!! yippeee! we watched white chicks! ITS SO HILARIOUS K... "sorry, they're new" hahaha... anyway, while we were sitted b4 the movie began, this horrendous cinema man came in and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deprived&lt;/span&gt; us of our burger king meals! X[  i hate him! those ppl sitting behind us didnt get their kfcs confiscated! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HEY WADS WRONG WITH THE BLOODY CINEMA PROCEDURES? WHERES THE &lt;u&gt;IMPARTIALITY&lt;/u&gt;??&lt;/span&gt; not fair, but some of us concealed the other goodies :) so that tt meanie cant take it away from us! anyway, in the movie the characters hav some obsession wif A thousand miles by VCarlton. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[just now when blog-surfing i heard this on a blog]&lt;/span&gt;  we wanted to shop somemore but wanqin wanted to go home so we went home lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a list of movies i plan to watch during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;2046&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-stupid nc16 rule X[ - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sharktale&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bridget jones diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;/span&gt; royal engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav fun everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;toodles`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109844035633026198?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109844035633026198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109844035633026198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109844035633026198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109844035633026198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/thousand-miles.html' title='a thousand miles...'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109836203549322746</id><published>2004-10-21T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:33:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love myself :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;im not revising for maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my latest tagline: go and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109836203549322746?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109836203549322746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109836203549322746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109836203549322746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109836203549322746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-love-myself.html' title='i love myself :))'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109824154505887573</id><published>2004-10-20T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T11:05:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wallet found!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhh, my nice wallet stayed in my locker... im so proud of u, u honest 205vians!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;sucked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for history. &lt;u&gt;couldnt finish in time.&lt;/u&gt; but wtf/ its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only till today was i fully conscious of EOYs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, for the past few exams, i was jus sleeping through everything. hello? bazhang invigilating lor... jus doesnt feel like EOYs... but today, with the introduction of a whole new species [characteristics -- black overalls, intellectual specs, short hair, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attitude problem&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, i truly experienced the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full impact of EOYs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhhuh uhhuh- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109824154505887573?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109824154505887573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109824154505887573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109824154505887573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109824154505887573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/wallet-found.html' title='wallet found!'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109818485639800414</id><published>2004-10-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T19:20:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to pink wallet :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nly when i lose you do i realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the importance of your pinkness in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wonderful world of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;all the times we spent together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;with you  clutched dearly in my &lt;s&gt;grimy&lt;/s&gt; hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the times &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; laughed and the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i was conned by the east and west stall uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ahh- without u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;where do i belong???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;without u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;how can i move on???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHUCKS im being stupid here. it might not b lost afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-p.s. this entry is written in pink in the memory of my &lt;s&gt;lost&lt;/s&gt; wallet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109818485639800414?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109818485639800414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109818485639800414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109818485639800414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109818485639800414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/ode-to-pink-wallet.html' title='ode to pink wallet :&apos;('/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109767794465197570</id><published>2004-10-13T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:32:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;arhhh- its this nature of science performance task! i cant stand it. its freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i couldnt find my science file lor. i got so freaked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i saw it in the afternoon on the study table! did u see it? the stupid maid must hav &lt;i&gt;tidied&lt;/i&gt; my things again!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mum started blaming it on me. saying wad it was my fault for not being neat. &lt;b&gt;THEN&lt;/b&gt; she started dragging in the issue of me not keeping my magazines well and stuff. form there, she &lt;i&gt;incorporated&lt;/i&gt; more and more issues ARGGGGGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY FILE THANKS TO THIS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOODY MAID&lt;/span&gt; WHO DOESNT EVEN KNOW OUR LANGUAGE&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -ENGLISH-&lt;/span&gt;AND INSTEAD OF OFFERING HELP TO FIND THE FILE OR AT THE VERY LEAST MORAL SUPPORT U R PILING COMPLAINTS ON ME?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got realli frustrated and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they [maid n mum] found it under a drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean on the &lt;u&gt;floor beneath the drawer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; how it got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;TT IDIOTIC IMBECILE OF A MAID! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;now i understand the feelings of a maid abuser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ARGGHHH! TOO BAD DERES NO BOILING WATER IN THE HOUSE! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FEELING EXTREMELY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABUSIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ignore my imood indicator-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perf task is so stupid. U HEARD ME?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES ABT SALT AND WATER ?&lt;br /&gt;HUH HUH HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL U SMTHG:&lt;br /&gt;U &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANT EVEN LIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ON SALT N WATER FOR UR OWN LIFE! U'LL DIE! ONLY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOB IMPLANTS&lt;/span&gt; REALLI USE SALT N WATER A.K.A. SALINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-exhales-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109767794465197570?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109767794465197570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109767794465197570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109767794465197570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109767794465197570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/stressed.html' title='&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;stress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;s&gt;ed&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109741172591892640</id><published>2004-10-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:28:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yitian tulong ji</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;HAHAHA! im so happie wuji didnt chose zhiruo :D! she's simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOO CHIO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to marry the stinky over tanned fickle minded wuji! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;MY CHIOBU IS SAVED!!!&lt;/span&gt; who cares abt zhaomin tt ugly bucktoothed prig; she can live in eternal boredem and rot with wuji on that teensy little volcanic island of theirs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a horrible day. i woke up late. practiced cello. play neopets. watch toulongzhuanfeng. went to cello lesson. sigh, zhao told me tt im too forgetful lor n basically i shud b like shermin, who as she says, hangs on to her every word and is very hardworking:/ then after cello lesson, mum brought us shopping at westmall. the highlight of the day was when i finally bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BBQ honeyed pork&lt;/span&gt;! YIPEE~ may sound pathetic to u but u'll nvr understand the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; involved. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;-tsktsktsk- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only started mugging when i reached home. did my geog hmwk &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;-ahhh :)-&lt;/span&gt; and the popcorn thingy individual draft. then watched yitian, when i was relieved tt my heroine didnt end up with tt horrible womaniser. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;-ohhh zhiruoooo &lt;3-&gt;and now im bloggin. yeah. so now im finished. n i gtg. byebye.&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109741172591892640?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109741172591892640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109741172591892640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109741172591892640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109741172591892640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/yitian-tulong-ji.html' title='yitian tulong ji'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109724493827995024</id><published>2004-10-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:15:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM DESTINED TO KILL HILARY DUFF! XD -HAHAHAHAHA-</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074636882' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What stupid celebrity are you destined to kill? by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/~why_fate'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;daydreamer8852&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name' value='fan fan' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Birthdate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Birthdate' value='07091990' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;You killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src='http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/699109/283505'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;With a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src='http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/699173/283505'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;April 16, 2023&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='daydreamer8852'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074636882'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109724493827995024?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109724493827995024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109724493827995024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109724493827995024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109724493827995024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-destined-to-kill-hilary-duff-xd.html' title='IM DESTINED TO KILL HILARY DUFF! 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is...???'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109722757772159986</id><published>2004-10-08T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T17:26:17.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exorcist  &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>omg; it sounds so scarriieeee. luckily its nc-16 - protects young innocents like me against such eveeeeeilll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound really bimbotic -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess today's peak was during cle. we talked about GROUP DATING! but FLL played a video that had almost no relation to grp dating. i mean, she showed a documentary on TEENAGERS! the narration was done mainly through interviews of different teenagers. i bet those teens were from such church grp larhh! they sound so &lt;s&gt;churchy-consellorish&lt;/s&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there was this stupid guy in the video, who had some macro problem with his ugly mouth larhh- so oddly twisted with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double chin&lt;/span&gt; :))  yucks! plus somemore he talks so much, when his friends want to say smthg, he always ignore them and interrupts when they are talking! i think this video shows more of group dynamics then teen problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the video quite cornnyyy lehhs. there was always this funny/ romantic tune playing in the bg when they were showing pics of teens [dating or not ] at orchard. and FLL told us tt 3 girls shown walking at orchard were frm our sch. i was like OMG. i didnt realise they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;!? oops- haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares abt BGR realli... from the way they emphasize it, its as if all of us are vulnerable delinquents who might get pregnant anytime x[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; sheesh&lt;/span&gt;. its like- there are highly drastic differences in our classmates' views abt boys. some cant wait to get &lt;u&gt;hitched&lt;/u&gt; &lt;s&gt;[haha-babybac and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/s&gt; as it seems, but some &lt;s&gt;[haha- jeannnn]&lt;/s&gt; are totally paranoid and cynical abt boys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the life sciences competition, guess wads our name in the end? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! hahahahaha xD fang's not very happy abt it larh cos its "un-pro"; but she said its jus a name... actually we wanted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Molecularity &lt;/span&gt;but fang didnt submit to mrs fahy:)  teehee; frankly im kinda glad it is Snifflers&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -guiltysmile-&lt;/span&gt; we can hav some itsybitsycutie animal as our company mascot!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -squeals- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;its a blessing in diguise, fang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, its for ur good too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in time; u'll come to realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sounds kinda weird, our perfume name is so sophisticated and frenchified [translated to french with help frm altavista instant word translator ;P] - whereas our company sounds so kiddie:/  oh well- but as lit would put it- it creates contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u realise i sound uber &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;feminine &lt;/span&gt;in this entry :/?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109722757772159986?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109722757772159986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109722757772159986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109722757772159986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109722757772159986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/exorcist.html' title='exorcist  &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109713906139701353</id><published>2004-10-07T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T16:51:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post pre ex*m </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i promised to keep my blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;mugger content free&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;but this is different - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; concerns the welfare of us, over-exploited student muggers, after the traumatising experience of EOYs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post exam period! xDxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things tt i wanna do after the torturous week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go shopping with jirui and qin for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SMTHGs&lt;/span&gt; at centrepoint ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2046&lt;/span&gt; with lingxi. [lol; we got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classy &lt;/span&gt;taste lorhhh :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eat loads of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;fastfood &lt;/span&gt;and take lotsa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;neoprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- concentrate on &lt;u&gt;life sciences business plan&lt;/u&gt; com with fang! antisetique espice by the    snifflers -us-!  [see, im would still be as hardworking!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- become a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;fan &lt;/span&gt;for some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; idol! [definitely not jaychou]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;well, that's all i could think of for now but as time passes, more will come up :).&lt;br /&gt;So people, concoct ur own list right now!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it makes you feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;warm &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;gooey &lt;/span&gt;inside;&lt;br /&gt;something to look forward to;&lt;br /&gt;something to work for;&lt;br /&gt;-my gosh m i cheesy-&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109713906139701353?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109713906139701353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109713906139701353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109713906139701353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109713906139701353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-pre-exm.html' title='&lt;s&gt;post&lt;/s&gt; pre ex*m '/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109706368076747254</id><published>2004-10-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T19:56:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's in the marines;   he'd kill me/ </title><content type='html'>sigh, some schools have finished their EOYs liao but im darnie stuck here mugging :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the good old days where we can all head to orchard for lunch after school; wait for each other to go home tgt; yak during lessons. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;-hmm we still do this!-&lt;/span&gt;  its so uptight now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what m i blogging here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise tt most ppl hav stopped updating their blogs but only the &lt;u&gt;hardworking&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;-note situational irony here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; moi is continuously posting new posts... hehe; but i guess it can be a mugger relief for all u ppl reading this! and i promise my blog'll b &lt;b&gt;mugging content free&lt;/b&gt; from now on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah; for all u folks who are busily planning your science perf task, take a look at this website! its  abt &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sadistic&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scientific&lt;/span&gt; experiments done on internationally [?] renowed marshmellow Easter birds, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Peeps&lt;/span&gt;. yupp, take a good look! my personal favourite one is the experiment of 'Fear Response in Peeps' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peepresearch.org"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.peepresearch.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109706368076747254?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109706368076747254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109706368076747254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109706368076747254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109706368076747254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/hes-in-marines-hed-kill-me.html' title='&lt;i&gt;he&apos;s in the marines;   &lt;u&gt;he&apos;d kill me/ &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109696864187888409</id><published>2004-10-05T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T17:30:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray hooray; it is a RS day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;congrats to all those who completed RS today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part: &lt;b&gt; i dont have any! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. i love ivp. maybe the slackness of it has inspired &gt;25% of the sec 1 cohort to apply for ivp next year! NO KIDDING K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it is the wonderful performance tt we put up for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was talking to dear sitting partner to day about the sadistic things i did in my sadistic childhood. :D wanna hear? TOO BAD U HAV NO CHOICE BUT TO HEAR IT! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MWAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first case: i fed my plant potato&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; cod liver oil&lt;/span&gt; and it withered up quickly, turning black and shrunken. it wasnt my fault technically, i thought that cod liver wud improve it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second case: i found a lady bug on my green bean plant so i dumped in my sis's potty. it swam in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;pee&lt;/span&gt; for a while before drowning, or maybe it suffocated first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third case: i placed a strand of veggie on my sis's hair. then i screamed and said it was a caterpillar. she screamed and cried violently. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-please larh she was only 4 then...-&lt;/span&gt; at night she developed fever from the scare and i got scolded by mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth case: when we first moved into floravale, there was a lot of millipedes around, in the pool everywhere. so my sis came in contact with one. i told her it was a centipede and if she did not seek treatment immediately, she would die w/n 10 hrs. at first she was skeptical &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-paranoid of my tricks liao-&lt;/span&gt; but later i was so earnest so believed me. then i told her that mus take injection, somemore the syringe mus b the veri huge one. she started crying tragically. :D:D:D&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ -as u can see, i hav no regrets- ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth case: &lt;b&gt;this is the worse thing i did i think&lt;/b&gt; i gav my pet hammie a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;toilet roll&lt;/span&gt; to play with but it &lt;i&gt;ate&lt;/i&gt; it up and died a few days later of ermmm... &lt;i&gt;indigestion?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dont think that the things i did were &lt;i&gt;that bad&lt;/i&gt;...  my sis is still suffering from the effects of being so deeply traumatised by being even more &lt;b&gt;sadistic&lt;/b&gt;. hehe, she dropped her rabbit and its neck broke, with blood spilling from its nose and stuff. Oh, and she trods on snails and swishes them all the time in my condo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109696864187888409?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109696864187888409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109696864187888409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109696864187888409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109696864187888409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/hooray-hooray-it-is-rs-day.html' title='&lt;i&gt;hooray hooray; it is a RS day&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109689347625554914</id><published>2004-10-04T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T16:35:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>common orange jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yay i bought qilixiang. but i feel extremely cheated. first- i didnt realise the vcd only had 2 bloody tracks. second- i cudve bought one w/o the 2 bloody tracks at 9 bucks. third- THOSE PPLE WHO BOUGHT THE 2 BLOODY TRACK VERSION DIDNT TELL ME IT ONLY HAD 2 BLOODY TRACKS! &lt;s&gt;okk; the 3rd reason was a bit unreasonable &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;moral of the story: only buy what zhongning buys.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true.  i doubt if she'd ever been ripped off before :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school today, the ever &lt;s&gt;consciencious&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;conscientious&lt;/s&gt;- or however u spell it, me, went straight to the study room at the clubhse to study. there, i met this girl who loves to stare at me; this couple who giggles alot and enters the room a &lt;s&gt;thousand&lt;/s&gt; times; and this girl who could rival zhangwuji :) if only she was a he. hehe; so distracting, how to study in peace??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt indian girl who cudnt stop staring-&lt;br /&gt;gosh was she a total bitch. when i first entered, she stared at me as if i knocked the whole door down.. &lt;s&gt;at first i thought she was just merely blinded by the presence of such a great person&lt;/s&gt; BUT she continued staring at me as if i had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;large visible tumor&lt;/span&gt; :/ then i got angry and started frowning at her. BUT she still stared. i was lyk: ok, fine, lets see who can stare for a longer time. haha. guess wad? I WON! then it struck me tt maybe its cos im still wearing my nice blue rgs pinafore. so i excused her since i thought she might have thought i was showing off, anyway she was so short i thought she was prob a primary school kid and didnt want her to go off telling everyone tt rgs ppl suck. [&lt;i&gt;bad publicity&lt;/i&gt;] BUT later her stupid tuition teacher came and started teaching her &lt;b&gt;maths&lt;/b&gt; at the top of her voice. ARGHH! why of all things? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MATHS?!? &lt;/span&gt;damn. anyway, by then i realised she wasnt a pri sch kid but a sec sch person as she was talking abt alien greekish stuff like sin, cos, &lt;i&gt;delta&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt couple who couldnt keep their hands to themselves-&lt;br /&gt;they are the corniest! -look at my hate list everyone- they were like giggling and totally ignoring everyone else- cept for me larh- [im so conspicuous :)] yahh, and they went in and out for at least a thousand times. shucks, but at least they were nice people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl who was so shuai-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;omgomgomg.&lt;/u&gt; i didnt realise it was a &lt;b&gt;she &lt;/b&gt;lor&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;she was quite petite so i was defining her as a "xiao3 shuai4 ge1" haha. childhood shuainess -shakes head- but she kept strolling over to the desk where another sec sch girl sat. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2.5 hrs of torture, i got pissed off by all this &lt;s&gt;dynamic&lt;/s&gt; personalities and went to seek refuge in a nice big function room in another corner of the clubhse. yaa, by right it was illegal.. :) sat there and did chinese revision till the security guard came and chased me off.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109689347625554914?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109689347625554914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109689347625554914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109689347625554914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109689347625554914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/common-orange-jasmine_04.html' title='common orange jasmine'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109679790510812898</id><published>2004-10-03T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T18:05:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a nice dayy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;compared to the other days, i'd say today was slightly more productive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, brushed teeth, &lt;s&gt;washed face&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;b&gt;read newspaper&lt;/b&gt;, drank milk , ate up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sunshine egg&lt;/span&gt; :), rushed down to tennis court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis was so darn &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;normal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. yupp. but just tt andylau taught us serve today. haha, me and lingxi cudnt get a single ball over the net till i suddenly got inspiration abt how to hit the ball. and frm then on, most of my balls sailed nicely across the net :). the secret is.... &lt;b&gt;throw the ball directly abv my head, and not even slightly infront of my face&lt;/b&gt;. hehe. but of cos, as usual, we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;maluated &lt;/span&gt;by having to miss so many serves before the other tennis players :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i rushed back home, bathed, then ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;W&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; x) but i compromised my tv luxury by having to eat while watching.  before the tv serial finished, my dad &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;blow &lt;/span&gt;[cui1] me to  cello lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;-newsflash: i hav just enlightened genevieve on the effect of 3rd person pronouns-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i waited for 20 mins before zhaoyuer's other student came out. but today another girl waited along with me, some girl who learns the trumpet or wadeva with zhao's hubby. and guess wad? &lt;i&gt;[cos of u cant guess...]&lt;/i&gt; she had &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt; tinted glasses! &lt;i&gt;[no pun intended]&lt;/i&gt; everything in the lesson went quite well but i screwed my pieces :( even zhao could tell tt i was disappointed with my own performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. watched chicago on &lt;s&gt;pirated&lt;/s&gt; dvd. its so nice! :D renee/roxie looks so innocent in there. &lt;s&gt;even though she was a murderer&lt;/s&gt;. go watch it everyone! but unfortunately my mum blew [cui1] me away before i could finish it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippeee! today theres gonna b fireworks in chinese garden again! i watched it frm my block's balcony yesterdae! frankly its quite low and not very majestic; but it still counts larh :/  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109679790510812898?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109679790510812898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109679790510812898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109679790510812898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109679790510812898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/have-nice-dayy.html' title='have a nice dayy'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109671952858517742</id><published>2004-10-02T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:24:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a nice day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sigh sigh sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;i feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;i have just wasted another day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yupp :(  today was such a boring day. and can u believe it- i have been cooped up in the house for &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; alreadi from friday till this afternoon. and all the while i have been trapped in this dungeon, all i had achieved was completing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; crosswords :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i think im  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;addicted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to crosswords now :/   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah, the only time i went out today was when my whole family went swimming downstairs. sad case me. anyway, there was quite a handful of ppl swimming too. n guess what? there was this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;swimming enthusiast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;streamlined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;body [a.k.a. small head, big middle] floating [a.k.a. he's fat] around. when i was trying to do some laps, he kept cutting into my space. it's as if he's trying to outswim me or smthg. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i just realised that i have lotsa unfinished things. i havnt sent jean my ivp stuff yet. i hav to complete half of my chinese compo. i hav to do maths assignment. and someone remind me if i left out anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"someday im gonna grow up and find all these im doing now trivial. but when i grow even older im gonna treasure these things. " - Fan Fan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;IM SO PHILOSOPHICAL (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109671952858517742?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109671952858517742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109671952858517742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109671952858517742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109671952858517742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-nice-day.html' title='what a &lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt; day...'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109663344825334664</id><published>2004-10-01T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:24:08.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EOY EOY EOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is such a horribly boring day even though it was a holiday. I didnt go out with seet &amp; co. for white chicks because-   i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;!  The abnormality of it all... x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i didnt study alot at home.. :(  i was all set out to mug for chinese when i spotted at the corner of my sharp laser razor eyes- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, the microphone, hidden behind the dvd player. hence... my sis and i took out the pair of mics and started singing karaoke. we played stefsun songs n we crooned along with it. i think my maid [who was cooking in the kitchen] got quite pissed off... we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sang &lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sang &lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sang &lt;/span&gt;till my mum came home. then guess what, mum started scolding me because the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maid &lt;/span&gt;screwed the fridge. But she didnt stay home for long cos she went out for dinner party :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh- i desire these CDs;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;songs about jane [special ed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;qilixiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109663344825334664?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/feeds/109663344825334664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545161&amp;postID=109663344825334664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109663344825334664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545161/posts/default/109663344825334664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dunno.html' title='i dunno..'/><author><name>orange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07550086651950785922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545161.post-109659813873667045</id><published>2004-10-01T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:11:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she will be loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get so insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know where you hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alone in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Try so hard to say goodbye&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8545161-109659813873667045?l=ordinaryorange-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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