<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:33:56.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stories Unfold</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111823487493854068</id><published>2005-06-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:23:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent the whole day &lt;em&gt;artpad-ding&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just what was I doing?&lt;br /&gt;Blurgh. Waste of time. Haiz, I'm getting terribly bored at home. I want to go back to school; I want to go Hongkong; I want to go China; I really dread violin exams; I'm going to mess everything up. Really, EVERYTHING! I can't seem to memorise those scales; I can't get my oral right; I can't get the intonation right too. ARGH! I'm suffocating; I don't know what will happen when term starts; I don't know whether things will turn out right; I still have to memorize those &lt;em&gt;curly wurly&lt;/em&gt; Italian words&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I really hate this feeling. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any directions; I'm like stuck between subjects and subjects. I really don't know what to choose; I don't know what I want I have no ambition right now. ARGH! Someone tell me, is it North or South or East or West? I hate Chemistry; I hate Mathematics; yet, why do I have to take them? ARGH! I want physical Geography as badly as I want to study war, but I'm stuck! Stuck in the damn mud puddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH! What was I saying anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's watch superstar! Let's watch the replica of RuHua, HarryPotter o_O, WilliamHung and Jeanette Aw -_-!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111823487493854068?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111823487493854068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111823487493854068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111823487493854068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111823487493854068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-spent-whole-day-artpad-ding.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111806347487311071</id><published>2005-06-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:11:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today will be the most UNFORGETTABLE, most MEMORABLE, most EXTRAORDINARY day of my life. I didn't know it will turn out to be this way, I really didn't expect it. Okay, maybe I did because I'm not the very social kind, I can't speak to anyone on the first meeting... Unless someone initiates a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really so sorry. SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with June, Nikki, Gloria, Venetta and Su Chin. Look, all from C.O, I feel like a traitor!!! Haha, not really la, they all quite nice... :) We went to Soup restaurant, I shan't elaborate on that, 'cuz June and Nikki kept throwing furtive looks to each other. o_O&lt;br /&gt;Then ok, it's really so awkward. No one wants to lead and it's like everyone keep saying "anything" to everything...&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to get June ans Venetta together but June's much too strong for a skinny person like her... Haiz... That's sad. Someone said she wanted to be BRAVE. Be BRAVE.&lt;br /&gt;We went to library and came out without even spending 5 minutes there??? So we went to Nikki's void deck, then because of a certain someone, we went to Blk 520, just to see the numbers on the board.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Timezone and Nikki had to leave... Great... Now one's down...&lt;br /&gt;We circled Causeway point... Don't know how many times, then went to Mos for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;The CRUCIAL moment... Gloria and Suchin had to leave!!! Wah!!! That leaves June, Venetta and me. *Plays Beethoven's* Silence. Silence. And more silence.&lt;br /&gt;All the BRAVERY and COURAGE's gone. All gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Ok nevermind. I don't know how we even asked Venetta to go Northpoint, but we did... And still SILENCE!!! Except for one or two questions?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ate KFC and throughout dinner, we didn't even say a thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Laugh here laught there, yet don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, so difficult to part, as in really, don't know how to say good bye... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nvm, fun nevertheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111806347487311071?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111806347487311071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111806347487311071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111806347487311071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111806347487311071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-will-be-most-unforgettable-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111786018511152579</id><published>2005-06-04T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:55:52.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POTATO CHIPS to the rescue!!! Yes! I'm feeling much bettter now beause I had potato chips last night! Doesn't make sense? Haha, doesn't make sense to me too... But ya... The potato chips helped me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fried carrot cake and curry puff this morning but I'm still feeling fine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. :) I'm gonna stuff myself with CHICKEN and GINGER on Monday. Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111786018511152579?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111786018511152579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111786018511152579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111786018511152579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111786018511152579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/06/potato-chips-to-rescue-yes-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111772879537145959</id><published>2005-06-03T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:13:15.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must have gotten loads of bacteria down my throat. Ya. I've got cough now, actually my sore throat had become better until this evening, when I couldn't resist myself for the SUCCULENT chicken wings stuffed with glutinous rice and mushrooms. I ate KitKat somemore. Lychees too. Haha. I'm a gone case. People like me... Won't ever repent... Only know how to stuff myself with heaty stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONE CASE.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN WONGS.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, CHICKEN WINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111772879537145959?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111772879537145959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111772879537145959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111772879537145959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111772879537145959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/06/must-have-gotten-loads-of-bacteria.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111745345279005671</id><published>2005-05-30T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:44:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the whole bowling centre to myself yeaterday. Ha. Free of charge somemore. So cool, I'm like alone in the bowling centre. Can qiao4 jiao3 and eat peanuts somemore. Only this morning, I got sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt alot of amazing things from Life Sciences today. It's really nice, but I was too sick to pay any attention, o I started writing poems on... TISSUE PAPER. I used two packets of tissue paper within half and hour.&lt;br /&gt;1) Blow my nose.&lt;br /&gt;2) Wrote poems.&lt;br /&gt;Think I swallowed alot of bacteria. Hmm. But who cares, as long as I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;Recess was like kand of depressing, as in the place we went. June and I walked to basketball court and it's like so silent and eerie there. It's the kind of place when people are depressed but ok, we spoilt the silent atmosphere. :) I like to hear the thud thud sound when the ball bounced, especially when it's unusually quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we spent like one hour discussing where to go. Finally, we decided to head to Bishan park-just June and me. Ok, there were lots of complications in the middle, but right now, I'm too tired to list them out. Bishan park is like so secluded and we walked and walked and walked. Then we rented a bike then cycled around. I bet we didn't even see 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 5.50 and saw my father downstairs, yet he claimed he couldn't drive me. Whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111745345279005671?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111745345279005671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111745345279005671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111745345279005671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111745345279005671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-had-whole-bowling-centre-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111724312095982457</id><published>2005-05-28T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:26:09.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday's Maths and Science trail was super cool. I love taking photographs but sadly, I'm not in Mits, so there goes. I'm currently waiting for 97 pictures to be uploaded and it's taking more than forever. :( Well, there's more pics to come. Luckily, I didn't get lost in Chinatown; I seemed to know the routes expertly, even though I can't remember a thing now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to hand in a friendly letter and I promised Jas I would hand it in to her by the end of the Maths trail. I fulfilled the promise, but my friendly letter was too informal, well, it turned out to be crap. Anyway, I scribbled the last few sentences of my friendly letter and handed it in to Mrs Gobi. I leaved a line after every sentence and my letter wasn't even half a page. Imagine how short my letter is. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clan visit was interesting. Went to Thian Hock Kheng temple and the teahouse, which I went when I was in Primary 4. When I stepped into the temple, suddenly everything seemed so familiar. Xiang3 dang1 nian2... Haiz... Haha. The teahouse brought even more memories, though I don't remember teachers enjoying food as much as sngs teachers did. Oh well, maybe they did but we weren't allowed to go downstairs that time. Their stuff are so expensive but delicious. I'm gonna put on alot of weight. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Parents' meeting-so tense, so nervous, so quiet... After shool's dismissal, we went back to class, then when I walked to the door, I saw Mrs Gobi talking to my father. Wa lao! Luckily, Jas wasn't there. If not we would have to 'greet the uncle'. Ha. Well, anyway, quite scary when Mrs Gobi talked to my father for so long, with many gestures too. Grr. I think I should be content with my PPR results. So there goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for CCA, because I didn't know where to go. Ok, this sound lame, but really... I thought MEP room got parents' meeting, so I sent a super lame message to Joy. Ok well, forget it. I thought there's sectionals only... So ya... So confused at that time. Blurgh.&lt;br /&gt;We were named "Tutti" by Mr Chan. Oh well, sounds so toot-The Tooties. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111724312095982457?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111724312095982457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111724312095982457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111724312095982457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111724312095982457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/thursdays-maths-and-science-trail-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111701670874579595</id><published>2005-05-25T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:45:08.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The tessa competition today was like, whatever. But nevermind, I think we did a pretty good job, considering the fact that we took like half and hour? The rest of the time was used to discuss, last minute discussion. Tsk tsk. Not exactly last minute, 'cause I contributed last night, only they didn't accept it. They voted for a dog tessa and spent more than half an hour getting accurate angles and stuff. The rest of us were talking and talking and talking while waiting for the template. In the end, we gave up and Elisa got a whole new idea. June, Jasmine and I went on an errand to get them supply. When I saw "that person", I'm like so scared. Then June wanted to go SOMEWHERE, so I accompanied her, even though I'm still angry with her. Ain't I the sweetest?&lt;br /&gt;"That person" passed by our class and then I promised June that if I managed to see "that person", I shall accompany her to go SOMEWHERE, so she opened the back door and whined, "that person not here already la..."&lt;br /&gt;"then so sad lo"&lt;br /&gt;Actually "that person" was at the staircase and "that person" heard?!&lt;br /&gt;When I saw "that person" talking to a teacher, I just ran down the stairs, like, so obvious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the tessa at 11.00 and then we hurriedly cleared the classroom, there will be merit points for neat classrooms, won't there? Well anyway, we stuffed all things on the floor into the cupboards and when someone opened them, everything would fall out. Haha! That was the fun part, I laughed till breathless. Then at the point when everything was stuffed into the cupboards, the judges came.&lt;br /&gt;Silence + some giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So fun! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the Indian dance thingy and it's the first time Mr G. Wong flared up. Oh man, so scary. Nice people are scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dismissal, I accompanied June to go SOMEWHERE again! Walked from one end of the school to the other! We inspected every single corner, walked around the school for one hour just to look for SOMETHING! Oh my god! I'm like dead and she's still so hyper? Walk here, walk there, walk everywhere! Then we intruded this AUTHORISED computer lab and we didn't know we were not supposed to go in. I put my head in and saw Mr G. Wong sitting down there, so I said sorry and hurried away. When I turned back, there was this damn sign on the door, about UNAUTHORISED PEOPLE not being allowed to go in! What the?! It's like, so right in the face, so straightforward! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;*heart breaks* Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing June! After more than 1 hour of expedition around the school, we realised that that SOMETHING wasn't in the school compound! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNEE! Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111701670874579595?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111701670874579595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111701670874579595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111701670874579595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111701670874579595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/tessa-competition-today-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111667804496637699</id><published>2005-05-21T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:20:44.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man! Today's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we saw Kym Ng, then we saw Jeff Wang, followed by Celest Chong and then Joshua Ang and Quan Yifeng. Ha! So cincidental, different programmes on the same day, same time, same place! And best of all, we just happened to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kym Ng and Quan Yifeng were doing this Love Bites programme and Joshua Ang was the special guest for Christofori Piano Fair. Don't know what the other 2 were filming, but anyway, we were in Mu-ee when we saw this camera man outside the stall. I thought it was going to be Quan Yifeng since we saw Kym Ng moments ago, but then I didn't see anyone in pink and with feathers. So disappointed until someone told me,&lt;br /&gt;"It's Wang Jianfu leh!"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Really?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Look, Celest Chong!"&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Elisa kept wanting to see how chio Celest is. Oh man! Thanks to her, we got to take pictures with Jeff Wang and Celest Chong. Jeff Wang stepped on my shoe while taking the picture. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I saw my violin teacher. She's chio too, she could have been chosen for Love Bites, I don't know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Piano Fair, Quan Yifeng was there, Celest and Jeff Wang too. Joshua Ang is so pro. He played Revolutionary Etude and it's like the nicest song. Cool! Hopefully, he'll keep June's mind off Ven for a while. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. So many celebrities in one day, so memorable. Whee~! Everyone's so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111667804496637699?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111667804496637699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111667804496637699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111667804496637699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111667804496637699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-man-todays-so-cool-first-we-saw-kym.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111659722460160297</id><published>2005-05-20T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:53:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fate. This is what I call fate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Maths and Science trail, I was supposed to be facilitating 1Truth. Great! That's the class I've been hoping for, yes! I was allocated to Group 4, that's sad, because Grace's in Group 2. Hmph! So I requested for a change of group, but then, no way, I'm not supposed to. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feeling very dejected, I went over to Mrs Gobi, wanting to change group. Yes, I really wanted to... Then I chanced upon this namelist with different groupings. I checked to see who's in Group 4 and then I realised I'm facilitating Group 2! Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the groupings written on the board were not confirmed and I'm really in Group 2! Yes! Feeling troubled over the past few days for nothing, but nevermind, now that I'm in Group 2, nothing matters! Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to whoever bring us together! Okay, btw, this doesn't mean I'm a les, yes, but I hate the unfamiliar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS FATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111659722460160297?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111659722460160297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111659722460160297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111659722460160297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111659722460160297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/fate.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111640704869254022</id><published>2005-05-18T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T17:42:18.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lame convo between June and me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you think I stink?&lt;br /&gt;June: No, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Junee: No, I got blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was super fun. We had to act out some Chinatown scene. Lots of screaming and shouting.&lt;br /&gt;There's this "Fire!" scene, so everyone had to evacuate. We rushed out of the classroom through the front door and back into the classroom through the back door. We were laughing all the way and Mr Wong was just standing in the middle of the classroom, observing our progress. Ha. Been ages since I laughed so hard. So fun! Let's play again! Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Empathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;43%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mystical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;43%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Materialism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;43%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;76%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dependency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Change averse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Individuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Physical security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Food indulgent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;36%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;76%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111640704869254022?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111640704869254022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111640704869254022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111640704869254022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111640704869254022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/lame-convo-between-june-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111625966749698480</id><published>2005-05-16T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:07:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at the time! Look at the time! I've just completed the damn Maths portfolio and I should be sleeping now but ya, I am very bu4 fu2 qi4 now and want to vent my anger on something-or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress! Stress! Mr Soh and his philosophy! I don't see him trying to help us and his 'Three Methods of Dealing with Students"-what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ju Eng home was nice this time round. All slack. Yes! I love the phototaking spree. I love to dao. I love dao pictures. I love Elizabeth's cam, it was blur though. But it's nice. Sat at the air-con room and ate biscuits. Nice! The biscuits's not the nice part, the fun part is to try to stop each other from laughing or talking too loud, in case the teachers discovered us giggling and eating in a corner. Obvious failure, duh. We never succeed in this kind of things. Ha! But ya, the teachers are nice, or rather they decided to close their eyes. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get chase out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're slacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then that's what CIP should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't force people to do CIP if they're not happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my butt's numb from all the sitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111625966749698480?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111625966749698480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111625966749698480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111625966749698480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111625966749698480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/look-at-time-look-at-time-ive-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111599511048111298</id><published>2005-05-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:38:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's nice. She's really nice. She's really really nice. Ms Poore is.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike 'er-hm er-hm',&lt;br /&gt;who daos people as if the whole world offend her.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Hope she'll be our Maths teacher when we're in upper sec...&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown's nice. Wonder who'll I be facilitating?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I know someone from that group.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to be alone with a whole group of Sec ones that I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Please give me someone I know...&lt;br /&gt;Someone from Truth or Faith?&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes please...&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/7126578-111599511048111298?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111599511048111298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111599511048111298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111599511048111298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111599511048111298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/shes-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111580482624325615</id><published>2005-05-11T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T17:47:06.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well, I'm bad.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been contributing to Music project but now that I've found a whole load of crappy information about Bach's Brandernberg Concertos, I guessed I've done my part, haven't I? I don't know. This whole new curriculum sucks. No time for this and that. I've been spending time doing Art project. How can teachers expect us to focus on so many things at once? The end-product would be, like, whatever. I'm quite satisfied with Art project though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong. I want to go! I want both China and Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;But Hong Kong's far too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense if we pay to perform and worse, we are suppose to pay double the price when you go for a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;The school should subsidise. I mean, we go there to perform, representing our school, probably even Singapore(is it?)! So shouldn't someone pay for us?&lt;br /&gt;The airline's cheating our money. The usual price's about $400 and it isn't even peak season, shouldn't it be cheaper rather than DOUBLE THE PRICE?! It makes no sense. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;So what if we are provided lodging and food and stuff? Hiya! $400 covers everything too.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong timing. For, like, the past 13 years, I wanted so badly to go overseas but have no chance. Suddenly so many tours in one year, it makes NO SENSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to go... &lt;em&gt;Ask and you shall recieve... &lt;/em&gt;I asked my father and I recieved lectures. What's the point, I ask you? WHAT IS THE POINT?! TELL ME WHAT'S THE POINT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Haiz, leave everything to fate. Yes, fate. Hopefully, because of the price, many people won't get to go and there won't be enough people to form an ensemble. Ha! Yes, I'm evil. Not that much to ask from anyone and it's not an unreasonable request! Lower it to $500! $500's considered expensive though. As there's a big group going, the price ain't suppose to be that HIGH! Argh! As I said, LEAVE EVEYTHING TO FATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of discussion. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of another new topic.&lt;br /&gt;Realized my skin very thick.&lt;br /&gt;No no... My skin very thin. Only Eliz helped to thicken my skin. Heehaw!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... There shouldn't be a problem with the &lt;em&gt;statement &lt;/em&gt;made to Mrs Gobi, is there? Haiz, why complain? Haiz. Haiz. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret. Shh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111580482624325615?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111580482624325615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111580482624325615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111580482624325615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111580482624325615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-well-im-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111565285627565001</id><published>2005-05-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:34:16.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Napfa's over. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;6 rounds suck. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;But I did it. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story that June made up and I added the resolution. If you know the hidden meanings behind those bold words, then you'll get what the the story's about.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, "I" was in a &lt;strong&gt;van&lt;/strong&gt; and it started to &lt;strong&gt;rain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"I" saw a &lt;strong&gt;kangaroo &lt;/strong&gt;so "I" ran into it.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;kangaroo&lt;/strong&gt; died and the rain was&lt;strong&gt; sad&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Rain&lt;/strong&gt; cried and cried and cried and poured and poured and poured.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;white and scary&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cloud&lt;/strong&gt; was angry with "me" so there was thunder and thunder striked "me" and "my" &lt;strong&gt;van.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain&lt;/strong&gt; was happy, now that "I" was dead. &lt;strong&gt;Rain&lt;/strong&gt; stopped &lt;strong&gt;rain&lt;/strong&gt;ing and the &lt;strong&gt;white and scary cloud&lt;/strong&gt; went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111565285627565001?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111565285627565001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111565285627565001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111565285627565001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111565285627565001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/napfas-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111556142864861775</id><published>2005-05-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:10:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more thing to add to the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIGHTS CAME ON AFTER MR WONG SAID, "PUT YOUR PENS DOWN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how not infuriating .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111556142864861775?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111556142864861775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111556142864861775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111556142864861775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111556142864861775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-more-thing-to-add-to-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111555146882788529</id><published>2005-05-08T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:11:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer crashed.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't blog.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's repaired.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;Only it doesn't have photoshop in it.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got Flash now.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;I want an Apple.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't have it.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap from a century ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday: Sport's Day was cool, I mean, hot. The cheer routine was nice, especially Blue House's, with Mr WongYF "starring" in it. Last year's Sport's Day was more fun, though much more hotter. Red House got 3rd place. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Labour Day. What's this day for anyway? Holiday for those who are in labour? Erm... Anyway, Eliz has got another 2 baby hamsters that are flatter than Pancake and smaller than what you think it would be. They weigh as light as a feather and feels as smooth as silk. I like Pancake more though, he feels like velvet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Do people get hot-headed after Labour Day or is it every Tuesday? Got screamed at by 2 "Oh-so-nice" teachers. This doesn't rock.&lt;br /&gt;1) Mr Soh shouted at us for speaking in English during Chinese lesson. Great. Don't blame it on us. Blam it on the way a human brain works. The brain enjoys English during Chinese lesson (it probably got sick of all the Chinese words) and Chinese during English lesson. Afterall, we can't control the brain. It controls us. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;2) Mr Phee screamed at me. Great. But then I wasn't laughing at him! We are just trying to ask people to move to make more space for the other 2 Charitians and then Hilda looked blank, so Eliz and I laughed. HA. HA. HA. Too bad I laughed slightly louder than Eliz and there goes my ear drums. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I love historical essays (more like short stories though) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Homec Test sucks. The needle hates me and vice versa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I love this day! Raining cats and dogs. Thunder and lighting. Perfect accompaniment for HCL paper. Sudden blackout shocked me but it was nice! It's really pitch black not like the previous time during another test paper, coz it's raining. Was about to do Q2 of comprehension then suddenly all black. I was like "Oh my god! What happened?!" The cool part was we were allowed to use our handphones for light! Ha ha. The room filled with messaging sounds but then we wouldn't cheat of course! Whee~! I'd love more of such incidents!&lt;br /&gt;*Er hm!*&lt;br /&gt;Strings was pathetic. Only the Sec 1s and 2s were present and given our standard, I'm surprised Chan Wei Shing didn't faint. Well... I'm looking forward to that concert. So cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haiz... So envious of those going to Huangshan, Suzhou and Beijing. 3 places for an exchange programme...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111555146882788529?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111555146882788529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111555146882788529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111555146882788529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111555146882788529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-computer-crashed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111474041278083009</id><published>2005-04-29T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:06:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.5 years of hard work earned us 10 minutes of GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it does.&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have got a GOLD, why ain't anyone's smiling?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter if we have lost 2 words behind the GOLD but does it mean that without honours means GOLD with DISAPOINTMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish they didn't introduce this HONOURS thingy. It sucks, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;STRINGS would have been much happier if we got a GOLD in the previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILES.&lt;br /&gt;WE'VE A GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST WE DIDN'T BREAK THE RECORD BY HAVING A SILVER RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my current skin.&lt;br /&gt;CARROTS.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CARROTS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of STRINGS.&lt;br /&gt;YES CARROTS.&lt;br /&gt;play with ACCENT&lt;br /&gt;play with &lt;strong&gt;CHARACT&lt;/strong&gt;ER&lt;br /&gt;play with &lt;em&gt;CARROT&lt;/em&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there would be another SYF.&lt;br /&gt;SYF's fun and cool.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARROTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111474041278083009?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111474041278083009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111474041278083009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111474041278083009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111474041278083009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111421886292892301</id><published>2005-04-23T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T09:14:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strings was funny. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conductor almost fell while conducting because he bent too low trying to remind us to play softer. Thought he was just acting to make people look at him, so we didn't really bother. Until he stopped conducting and everyone burst out laughing. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have got a string of GOLD, we have to get GOLD for strings. Quite pressurizing, but Mr Soh came to speak to us... Him and his philosophy. It wasn't that bad because he made the whole thing look like a joke but we know it wasn't a joke. He always makes everything turn out funny, including his pics. Blurgh. Well, he even suggested not practicing before the day of our SYF. Lalala~ But then Mrs Tham wanted... So there goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111421886292892301?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111421886292892301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111421886292892301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111421886292892301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111421886292892301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/04/strings-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111382660929809643</id><published>2005-04-18T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:16:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ages since I blogged because my computer had broken down.&lt;br /&gt;Ages since I chatted on the net because my computer had broken down.&lt;br /&gt;Ages since I experimented on PaintShop Pro because my computer had broken down.&lt;br /&gt;Ages since I experimented on Flash MX because my computer had broken down.&lt;br /&gt;Ages since I logged on to Friendster because my computer had broken down.&lt;br /&gt;Ages since I logged on to Neopets because I am very busy.&lt;br /&gt;Ages since I shut up because I am so excited. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;Ages since I done my homework because my computer resurrected. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer's back without any pop-ups. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Without any virus. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;With enhanced abilities. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;With the proper Microsoft Office. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;With Photoshop. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;With clearer screen. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I can only envy Mr G. Wong's Apple while building castles in the air. BOO HOO HOO! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obssessed with Harry Potter again ever since Eliz displayed all her Harry Potter possessions, from computer games to board games. WAH!!! I WANT THOSE TOO!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~ But then, I shan't be greedy. I shall wait till the time arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE. HEE. HEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111382660929809643?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111382660929809643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111382660929809643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111382660929809643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111382660929809643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/04/ages-since-i-blogged-because-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111277549810083209</id><published>2005-04-06T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T16:18:18.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Problems met when you have a English teacher who's a linguist from some great university:&lt;br /&gt;1) Have no freedom to speak Singlish&lt;br /&gt;2) Have no freedom to speak our student language (not necessarily Singlish)&lt;br /&gt;3) Get confused as to when to use American spelling or British&lt;br /&gt;4) Madly driven to speak perfect English&lt;br /&gt;5) Go through lessons and lessons of how to pronounce 'men' and 'women'&lt;br /&gt;6) Go through lessons and lessons of how to pronounce other commonly mispronounced words like 'mischievous', 'basin', 'raisin', 'wonder', 'wander' and blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;7) Get penalized for every tiny wrongly-pronounced word&lt;br /&gt;8) The unexpected becomes the expected and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;9) Suffer through comments like 'of course no one failed!', yet realize you have just passed&lt;br /&gt;10) Suffer through comments like 'generally well-written', yet your marks given are better than none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't deny he's a nice, dedicated (like what Ms Kuang said) teacher... But then a little too dedicated. Hmm. We were going through this whole list of mispronounced words but I usually don't get to remember them, too many... Ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111277549810083209?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111277549810083209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111277549810083209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111277549810083209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111277549810083209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/04/problems-met-when-you-have-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111235733556699985</id><published>2005-04-01T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:08:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho ho! It's 1 April, guess what? It's April Fools' Day? Nah... It's Mr Soh's birthday... Oh well, no big deal... But we had lots of fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st period was Chinese lesson, noticed that many of the 2 Charitians ran to the classroom after the dismissal command? Ha. I hid under the teacher's desk... Surprise surprise! I can actually fit in... Hoho... The rest of the people hid around the classroom... Ya... We stayed in the dark for like 15 minutes or so... Then the door suddenly creaked open... I'm like so tense and frozen under the desk. Mr Soh said, "Aiya! Don't play la!" in Chinese of course... Did he say that? Can't remember... Hm. He switched on the lights, off again and on... Blurgh, don't know what he was doing, coz I had to stay hidden... Hmm. He walked to the teacher's desk without realizing I was under the table. HA! Suddenly, I just pushed the teacher's chair to get out from under the table and he was like, "WAH!!!" Right at that moment, I clicked the shutter of my digicam... And there goes his "handsome" picture stored safely in my cam... With his mouth wide open... HA HA HA! The flash was actually to scare him... Didn't know he would fit so perfectly into the cam... But because of my great photography skill... I managed to get a perfect pic of him. Ha! Actually no la... Just so coincidental... :) Oh well, we sang the birthday song for him... And then he started telling us his photography experience... He said he never took a decent photo before... He had his mouth wide open in all photos, even in Connexio too. Funny. He's born on 1st April... His life is really a great big joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during &lt;em&gt;strings&lt;/em&gt;, we played a joke on Chan Wei-Shing. We hid in the damn stuffy storeroom for like ages... I didn't know what the joke was about, we just did what the seniors said... But I know a little bit of the outline... So we hid and then he came... The people who were not hiding, meaning those in the MEP room 2 were supposed to like tell Mr Chan that the Sec 2s went for some heritage tour... The Sec 3s went for whatever excursion... Blah blah blah... So no choice, Mr Chan had to conduct with those few people... Oh man, he actually believed our joke... Ha! Then those people delibrately play out of tune... That was cool... Then the president said she had somehting to tell him, so she brought him into the office... And then Ms Quek was our accomplice too! So cute... They spent quite awhile in the office, I saw Ms Quek talking to him... Then when they came out of the office, we were already neatly seated... HA! He was like... -_-!!! Oh well, he said," Oh! It's April Fools' Day today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111235733556699985?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111235733556699985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111235733556699985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111235733556699985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111235733556699985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/04/ho-ho-its-1-april-guess-what-its-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111227205805305528</id><published>2005-03-31T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:27:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick recap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Had Miao presentation and great, our disk wouldn't open HOWEVER it's not our fault. We spent so much effort on our project HOWEVER the floppy disk had decided to betray ask. Fine. At least, half our presentation is on our side... We had 2 disks HOWEVER the 2nd one wouldn't work, so I'm left there reading from my script. Lucky me there's script... :) Totally boring presentation wouldn't our powerpoint slides... We improvised on our slides till 11+ pm HOWEVER it stubbornly wouldn't open. There goes our sweat and blood. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;I dressed as a Miao on that day, only I look more like dumpling. Hope people appreciates our work, took me lots of courage to wear the clothes and stand outside the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;Our crysanthenum rice so nice you know... Colours so pretty and we even took the risk of tasting it to see got any side effects before giving the rice for our brave contestants. :)&lt;br /&gt;So proud of our dragon boat... So pretty... So nice... But we spent very long to do it too...&lt;br /&gt;SO EVERYONE, PLEASE APPRECIATE ALL OUR HARD WORK... I PRAY THAT MR G. WONG WON'T BE SO HEARTLESS... I PRAY THAT WE WON'T GET PENALISE FOR ALL OUR... ERM... MISTAKES.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Double quat practices... Oh man... How can I ever face the world again?&lt;br /&gt;Went to SCH for rehearsal... Completed my homework... Ain't I good girl? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cord shoes hurt... The skirt so feminine... Must patter patter patter, so in the end, I just lift the whole skirt up and walk at my own pace... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced till 10.38... Reached home at 11.30... Then slept at 12 something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;: Woke up at 7 today... Oh man, this was heaven... I love waking up at seven and reaching school at 8... Though I missed one period of Maths... Nevermind, I cought up quite fast without Mrs Gobi teaching me!!! So proud, considering the fact that my Maths suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got scolded by Mdm Mah because she checked my portfolio and then my research wasn't handed in... HOWEVER I did! I write a big 'DRAFT' word there, she still didn't see... I did my researches twice all because of her... Yet... I almost got scolded. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, April Fool's day tomorrow... Happy Birthday Mr Soh Chung Wei... Blurgh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111227205805305528?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111227205805305528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111227205805305528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111227205805305528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111227205805305528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/quick-recap.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111201006832924707</id><published>2005-03-28T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T19:41:08.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Ju Eng home... So weird feeling... A little scary too... Hmm... The old folks keep saying that each other is senile HOWEVER the senile seems sane and the sane... Seems sane too. Ha. Wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111201006832924707?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111201006832924707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111201006832924707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111201006832924707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111201006832924707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/went-to-ju-eng-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111191660244718803</id><published>2005-03-27T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:43:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://www.tegiet.onsi.pl/images/rasy/Pembroke_Welsh_Corgi.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it the cutest little thing? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.doggies.com/photos/pembroke-welsh-corgi.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111191660244718803?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111191660244718803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111191660244718803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111191660244718803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111191660244718803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/aint-it-cutest-little-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111167629472621485</id><published>2005-03-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:58:14.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English lesson was funny... Yesterday, we were doing Consonants... Those weird weird symbols... And the symbol 'j' is suppose to be pronounced as 'y'... So ain't my name yo-ey? Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lesson... Mr Soh was talking about his CCA's SYF, which is my CCA too. I dunno what he's trying to get at... Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111167629472621485?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111167629472621485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111167629472621485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111167629472621485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111167629472621485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/english-lesson-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111149648574549620</id><published>2005-03-22T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:06:01.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our conductor just came back from... New York, France, Spain, Switzerland, etc, etc, etc... And bought us chocolates :)... Or rather chocolate, singular... see?&lt;br /&gt;Getting fat... Maybe after so many chocolates... Ha... Then he had to get a new pink shirt... I must &lt;em&gt;compliment&lt;/em&gt; him on his &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; taste of colour... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing Respighi, suddenly got this loud &lt;strong&gt;BOM&lt;/strong&gt;! Scared almost everyone... But it's just the bridge snapped. Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well... Haven't eaten... Blurgh... so GOOD RIDDANCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111149648574549620?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111149648574549620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111149648574549620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111149648574549620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111149648574549620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/our-conductor-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111132876080083927</id><published>2005-03-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:26:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 minutes. That's all. I promise myself 5 minutes. School tomorrow, can't hang around in front of the computer all day... But I hardly ever visit my computer nowadays, though it's the hols. Weird... I don't know why... But without artificial intelligence seems to induce obsession with Harry Potter. :D Been watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban umpteen times during this whole week and reading Order of Phoenix [how to spell?] and Goblet of Fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into school life tomorrow... *yawns*... And suffer through out very RELAXING curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Shih Tzus... SO ADORABLE!!! But too bad... I don't have any... I'll just make do with my plush toy... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shih Tzus Shih Tzus Shih Tzus Shih Tzus Shih Tzus Shih Tzus Shih Tzus Shih Tzus...&lt;br /&gt;*Chants the Shih Tzu chant all the way!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceeded 5 mins... The problem with me... Get too engross in web... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111132876080083927?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111132876080083927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111132876080083927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111132876080083927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111132876080083927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/5-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111121327995545937</id><published>2005-03-19T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T14:27:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this thing very cute... Got it long ago... Been wanting to post it, but forgot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR ALL WHO REED AND RIGHT IN ENGLISH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll begin with a box,&lt;br /&gt;and the plural is boxes;&lt;br /&gt;but the plural of ox&lt;br /&gt;became oxen not oxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fowl is a goose,&lt;br /&gt;but two are called geese,&lt;br /&gt;yet the plural of moose&lt;br /&gt;should never be meese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find a lone mouse&lt;br /&gt;or a nest full of mice;&lt;br /&gt;yet the plural of house is houses,&lt;br /&gt;not hice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the plural of man&lt;br /&gt;is always called men,&lt;br /&gt;why shouldn't the plural of pan&lt;br /&gt;be called pen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I spoke of my foot&lt;br /&gt;and show you my feet,&lt;br /&gt;and I give you a boot,&lt;br /&gt;would a pair be called beet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one is a tooth&lt;br /&gt;and a whole set are teeth,&lt;br /&gt;why shouldn't the plural of booth&lt;br /&gt;be called beeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one may be that,&lt;br /&gt;and three would be those,&lt;br /&gt;yet hat in the plural would never be hose,&lt;br /&gt;and the plural of cat is cats,&lt;br /&gt;not cose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak of a brother&lt;br /&gt;and also of brethren,&lt;br /&gt;but though we say mother,&lt;br /&gt;we never say&lt;br /&gt;methren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the masculine pronouns&lt;br /&gt;are he, his and him,&lt;br /&gt;but imagine the feminine,&lt;br /&gt;she, shis and shim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other reasons to be grateful if you grew up&lt;br /&gt;speaking English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The bandage was wound around the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The farm was used to produce produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) We must polish the Polish furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) At the Army base, a bass was painted on the head of a bass drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I did not object to the object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) They were too close to the door to close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) After a number of Novocain injections, my jaw got number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I spent last evening evening out a pile of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwy pronunciations can mess up your mind! For example ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a rough cough, climbing can be tough when going through the bough on a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take English for granted.&lt;br /&gt;But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?&lt;br /&gt;If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?&lt;br /&gt;Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?&lt;br /&gt;Have noses that run and feet that smell?&lt;br /&gt;How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposite?&lt;br /&gt;You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.&lt;br /&gt;If Dad is Pop, how's come Mom isn't Mop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111121327995545937?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111121327995545937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111121327995545937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111121327995545937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111121327995545937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/found-this-thing-very-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111110915387624866</id><published>2005-03-18T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T09:25:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So little has happened over so little days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Nothing much to blog about... Just that after CCA, we were loitering in the MEP room, looking through the TEENS magazine and suddenly our dearest friend said "THIS BRA IS..." and "SEX + BODY" in the presence of a male teacher... Blurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went "SHHHHHHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the Performing Arts "concert" yesterday... S.O so little people... The sound produced is like... HA HA! as compared to band and C.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Junee was wearing hairband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see her wear hairband before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she looked alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Out of breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111110915387624866?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111110915387624866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111110915387624866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111110915387624866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111110915387624866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-little-has-happened-over-so-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111078660058974699</id><published>2005-03-14T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:50:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got woke up in the middle of the night by THUMP!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?! Like I don't need enough sleep?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in dreamland (or was it in nightmareland?) and then got so freaked out by the sound... It's like so loud, sounds as if it's coming from my own house... But it isn't... And what scares me the most is... IT'S SOUNDS LIKE A CHOPPER!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's people shouting at the top of their voices... Like hello?!!! I need to sleep!!! Suddenly there's this woman who starting screaming... And I felt like crying... :'(... Sounds like a gangster murdering someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! Couldn't get to sleep!!! Then silence after the woman scream... Complete silence... So that proved someone was murdered... Ha ha... Then suddenly THUMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes interval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that... I drifted off to nightmareland again...&lt;br /&gt;And I got so confused when I woke up in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone died?&lt;br /&gt;No la... Hope not la... If there was... Surely the police would come right?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what... At first when I heard the THUMP!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!! It sounded as if it was coming from upstairs... But I live at the last floor... So the first thing I thought was GHOST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look right... If the sound was coming from downstairs... And if it was caused by people fighting... The sound wouldn't be so regular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean? If people were fighting... The sound would be like... Lots of things chucked around and so on... But the sound was actually like a CHOPPER chopping people at regular intervals... Really... Very freaky know...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... I dunno what's the cause of the sound... Must be the couple downstairs arguing...&lt;br /&gt;But my mother said she didn't hear it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... AM I HEARING THINGS?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111078660058974699?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111078660058974699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111078660058974699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111078660058974699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111078660058974699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/got-woke-up-in-middle-of-night-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111061256202784438</id><published>2005-03-12T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T15:29:22.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee! March hols... :D Time to catch up with sleep... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after so much tests... There's ONE week of break... Ah well, not alot... But at least there's still a week... Or maybe... As Mr Soh said, this week is for us to BREAKdown... :(&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha... Look... I've been missing loads of thing in my previous posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this kuai ban thingy... Ha ha ha... Me SLACKERR... So bad... Haiz, never contribute... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway... Here's our kuai ban "song"...&lt;br /&gt;英雄英雄大英雄&lt;br /&gt;水浒传；北宋朝&lt;br /&gt;施耐俺；是作者&lt;br /&gt;一百零八大好汉&lt;br /&gt;高俅却是大坏蛋&lt;br /&gt;林冲李逵宋公明&lt;br /&gt;都对百姓很公平&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天就讲宋公明&lt;br /&gt;三次攻打祝家庄&lt;br /&gt;一打不敌三家庄&lt;br /&gt;二打两家被离间&lt;br /&gt;三打战胜祝家庄&lt;br /&gt;从此流传到今天&lt;br /&gt;啊；到今天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha... Got to admit it's quite cute la... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I scored well for Science review, History essay and Maths... They pulled my grades up... :) Well the rest pulled my grades down... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111061256202784438?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111061256202784438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111061256202784438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111061256202784438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111061256202784438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/wee-march-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111037350696229546</id><published>2005-03-09T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:05:06.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speech finally over. :) Oh well, I dunno how I fare, but whatever, like I care! Anyway, I was so freaked out and then when it was my turn, everything just pours out and then it's too fast, I can't slow down. Haiz... Leave everything to fate... I need breathing space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homec test tomorrow, Science the day after... :( I'm confusing one subject after another... This just sucks doesn't it? And to think that the NEW CURRICULUM IS TO LIGHTEN our load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... To relieve stress... We went onto a phototaking spree :) but using my phone not neoprints... Whatever~! But ha ha, so lame... We took our legs, xi nu ai le pose... And whole lot of shitty crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... I'll be guai guai girl and continue my strenous revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD RIDDANCE! -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111037350696229546?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111037350696229546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111037350696229546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111037350696229546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111037350696229546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/speech-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-111008074111411931</id><published>2005-03-06T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:08:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, COINCIDENCE can be so so freaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like sort of begging Ms Jacob to tell us her 3rd eye experience and then... Really, it's so freaky.&lt;br /&gt;She started saying... then when she was reaching the climax...&lt;br /&gt;*BOOM!*&lt;br /&gt;All the lights went out... COINCIDENTLY [?]&lt;br /&gt;Then less than a millisecond... We all went AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHH!!! AHH!!! People hugging each other in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;Look! It's really scary... And I cried... So freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;And the air-cons' on. ON COINCIDENTLY [?]!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right... Some people said they saw light on Ms Jacob's face... Err [?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, she continued her story... And then...&lt;br /&gt;*LIGHTS ON!*&lt;br /&gt;Lots of AHHHHH! AHHH! AHH! but I got sore throat already...&lt;br /&gt;*clears thoat*&lt;br /&gt;Ms Jacob was screaming too... Hee haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... Cool man... She was talking about the most unbelievable part... And...&lt;br /&gt;*LIGHTS OFF AGAIN!*&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! Anyone with a weak heart... WILL DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;SO COINCIDENTAL...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice but freaky experience. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well... If only that could go on forever... Ha ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-111008074111411931?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/111008074111411931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=111008074111411931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111008074111411931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/111008074111411931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/03/sometimes-coincidence-can-be-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110941642112906976</id><published>2005-02-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T19:16:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, everyone's in a bad mood lately... Too much fluorescent light I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong YF shouted at us... Guessed we were being overboard... Too excited after the Maths test. Well whatever, just so unlike his decent image. Haiz... And it was like complete silence after he scolded our class... Tsk tsk... Pro... Never did something like that happen during the 1 year 2 months in St. Nicks... As if 1 Diligence '04 will ever get scolded like that... We were so overly quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that some damn person was actually making use of us juniors... I don't know. It just doesn't seem like her true self when she shouted at us across the room... Again, I believe it was our fault [?] Not too sure... Arrogance sure get into some people's head after you know... They get a higher post than everyone else. Blurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm in a very bad mood lately too... It's so unfair... Just so unfair... People vote just for the sake of voting or sabo-ing their friends. Tsk tsk... Hate that kz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was accused of feeding my turtle. Er... What's wrong with feeding my dear dear turtle... It's not dear to me, well... I love hamsters a thousand times better... Cute little babies... Ah well, back to the point... My turtle's tank was dirty... So my mother thought I fed it when I actually didn't. Don't know why, parents get so so freaky just because of the tiniest thing. I had to stand up for myself coz I really didn't feed it... Even if I did, no big deal... BUT I REALLY DIDN'T! And it's always me who have to face accusations... Right, like if some bottles went missing... Or even if the soya bean milk got frozen in the freezer... What do you expect? Liquid at 0 degree celsius?!!! And look, she's the one who got the soya bean milk... I don't drink anything related to milk at that time... Why would I be so lame to freeze the soya bean milk? You want Soya bean ice war, I can gladly give it to you, you know...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110941642112906976?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110941642112906976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110941642112906976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110941642112906976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110941642112906976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-man-everyones-in-bad-mood-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110923593965027956</id><published>2005-02-24T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T17:05:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had Mr Ramesh yesterday for English Lit, because Ms Jacon was absent [yes!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ramesh was interesting... Except I don't understand why we have to leave the comforts of our classroom to the specs stand. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were actually sitting on the floor and using the spectator benches as a table, so we faced the Keyboard Lab rather that the track. Mr Ramesh came over to our trio and started a very funny conversation with Elisa. Ha ha. When Mr Ramesh came over to check how's our sort of group work, Mr Lee came out of the Keyboard lab and did this very amusing action to humour us. Ha ha ha... He's like so cute [?] Anyway, Mr Ramesh's back was facing Mr Lee... So he hadn't got any clue what we were laughing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110923593965027956?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110923593965027956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110923593965027956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110923593965027956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110923593965027956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-had-mr-ramesh-yesterday-for-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110917157925072107</id><published>2005-02-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:12:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My jaw ached from all that laughing. Was trying hard to speak PURELY Mandarin during LC lesson. Total failure, obviously. Elisa added on to the laughter when she spoke in English just milliseconds after Mr Soh warned her not to. Ha ha ha! And she had to copy 5 tang poems... Though Mr Soh sounded like he was joking [?] It all started with June when Chen Jiayu Lao Shi walked by our row, then June's pencil case dropped. Dunno why, June said to Chen Lao Shi, "Oh sorry sorry! Eh! dui bu qi! dui bu qi!" She didn't do anything yet she said sorry... Ha! Laugh so much and Mr Soh said too much laughter can inflict internal injuries. That made me laugh harder, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter all throughout the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scribbled I HAVE A DREAM! YES! on the whiteboard. Tsk tsk... Nice masterpiece dedicated to Mr Wong... Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, learnt two nice nice quotes... Look,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOSTALGIA IS THE PAST &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt; AND PRESENT &lt;strong&gt;TENSE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningful right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the other one... Whatever... K k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110917157925072107?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110917157925072107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110917157925072107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110917157925072107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110917157925072107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-jaw-ached-from-all-that-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110878383291944631</id><published>2005-02-19T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T11:30:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can tell you the Chinese test was so PERFECTLY fine, I could be so PERFECTLY confident that I would fail kz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given PERFECTLY enough time and I can truly swear my answers were PERFECTLY right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck! Just hope that some teachers can PERFECTLY empathise with us and be PERFECTLY lenient in their marking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110878383291944631?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110878383291944631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110878383291944631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110878383291944631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110878383291944631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-can-tell-you-chinese-test-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110864365265543226</id><published>2005-02-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:38:00.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh well... Blogger deleted my whole post. Now I'm going to write a brief one now... Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Homec sucks. Not the lesson, not the way I'm cooking but the damn food. Kz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the movie. Practically heaven... Ya right, I was sleeping as though I was in heaven tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's all... But the previous post was much better!!! Argh... Damn Blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, naughty naughty me got Mr Wong as a messanger... Hee haw!!! K la... Bad... Tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar well, I've just completed my book review!!! Yippie (yuppy gummy burger)!!! Ha ha ha... Exceeded 300 words and I thoguht I wasn't going to make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110864365265543226?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110864365265543226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110864365265543226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110864365265543226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110864365265543226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110855544951528290</id><published>2005-02-16T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:04:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did something which I'm going to regret for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I said "Last time, females are femine and demure, but now the males are getting femine and demure too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, great... I jumbled all my grammars and it's so Singlishy, but right, heck care all that... But I added something behind and I don't wanna talk about it. Alright, I should have just shut my mouth or something... Argh! So upsetting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... So confused now... It's damn difficult to have a male teacher you know in an all-girls environment... :( Can't have freedom to voice out crap... Ha ha... Right crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether he's offended or whether he even heard what I said... *Cries* He didn't have any reaction when I said that... Well hopefully he treats it as a joke... I WAS JOKING BY THE WAY!!! Didn't really meant to say it... So sh*tty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be guai guai from now on and just shut my mouth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ok fine...  I'm sorry kz???~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110855544951528290?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110855544951528290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110855544951528290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110855544951528290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110855544951528290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/did-something-which-im-going-to-regret.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110847329649214643</id><published>2005-02-15T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:55:14.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's day yesterday... Got lots of chocolates, our school could have become a snack bar... Our teeth could have decayed... Our classes could have had ants and our teachers could have been terribly pissed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, it was just a day unlike any other, because of dating with boyfriends (if anyone had any)... We were rushing through homework instead... Especially the Quadrant 1 people, basically, that's me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String today, eating in MEP room, ewil ewil us. Ha ha! But conductor didn't say anything, just remarked "Don't eat with your mouth open." Er... Isn't he that damn fierce person who scolds whenever he feels like it??? o_0 Our devil has become a nice little angel... How sweet... ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House meeting sucks, I'm surprised I ain't charcoal... yet. Jee Kok transfered to red house... Ewwww... The Act Cool Buei Cool Yong Meng(how do you spell it???) guy too... Double ewwww... Whatever, realize that Fookit, Ramesh, Jee Kok and ACBC are in red house??? Realize that they play soccer together??? Tsk tsk, they must have transfered because of their dearest KitKat. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110847329649214643?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110847329649214643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110847329649214643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110847329649214643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110847329649214643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110830578041091519</id><published>2005-02-13T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:43:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's super late, but here I am, stuffing myself with steamed peanuts even when I'm really full!!! Help help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110830578041091519?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110830578041091519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110830578041091519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110830578041091519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110830578041091519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-super-late-but-here-i-am-stuffing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110813154027523430</id><published>2005-02-11T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T22:22:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... Feel so bad and I apologize more than a 1001 times... Happy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the crap I'm writing but then... Haiz, should have greeted him right??? Should have right??? How can I be so bad??? How can I be so naughty??? How can I be so bad??? Sorry Sorry Sorry la... Hiya... Whatever!!! Afterall he's a teacher!!! Bad bad me!!! No matter how much I don't like him also must greet right??? Hiyo!!! What's the freaking problem with me? Getting so worked up over a freaking teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head on the wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that he reminds me of that stupid Trevor Sze... What the~?!!! So got tongue-tied... Couldn't say a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine!!! Fine!!! I swear to greet you wherever I go... Can???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110813154027523430?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110813154027523430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110813154027523430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110813154027523430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110813154027523430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-sorry-im-sorry-im-sorry-im-sorry-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110802253685445385</id><published>2005-02-10T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T16:02:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cousins house using their laptop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna play with doggie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110802253685445385?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110802253685445385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110802253685445385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110802253685445385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110802253685445385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/lalala-in-cousins-house-using-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110796023255626127</id><published>2005-02-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:43:52.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;HAPPY BLOODY&lt;/s&gt; COOL NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY GORS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I came home, walking with 2 MP3 players. Ain't my gors the best??? Though I really wanted that digicam, but I shan't be greedy. Tsk tsk. Nice acting the goodie goodie. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angbao money wasn't enough to get me a digicam!!! That's so sad... But anyway, they are at least enough for a month's supply of chicken wongs!!! Sorry... I mean CHICKEN WINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to play with doggies!!! Yoo-hoo! So cute... Tickle tickle tickle... Ain't I jealous of dog-owners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some freaking gors called me Auntie Bubbles... Er... What is the world coming to? If I'm auntie, then they ah-pek... Ha ha... It's true I'm becoming an auntie... Life sucks doesn't it? My cousins' children are to call me Auntie... Boo hoo hoo, children just sucks, don't they???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*agree*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110796023255626127?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110796023255626127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110796023255626127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110796023255626127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110796023255626127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-bloody-cool-new-year-i-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110786590965706759</id><published>2005-02-08T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:37:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;HAPPY&lt;/s&gt; BLOODY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was murdered right after reunion dinner... *ghostly grin* (nice alliteration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He murdered me. *Chucky smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus was murdered too. *&lt;s&gt;Ewil&lt;/s&gt; Evil laughs* (divine retribution?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Tsk. How poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the accomplice of Chucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And currently seeking for another victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will be &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, not that dramatic... But I was almost murdered by that freaking light. My ceiling light just fell on me and all the glass shattered. Argh. But I survived!!! Coz it missed me by a little...&lt;br /&gt;But my father was cut by the utterly dangerous object. Tsk tsk. And and the bile (refering to my father holding a spanner) is breaking down the utterly dangerous object to tiny dangerous glass droplets, so that it can be easily digested by the rubbish bin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that stupid Science concept. Look, found this very cool article... Loved it so so so much!!! Ya right, I'm obsessed with Vammies... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A group of US businessmen have announced plans to clone Dracula by digging up the body of Vlad the Impaler who inspired Bram Stoker's original novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision comes after medical reports claimed that vampirism is a real condition that could have been treated by modern medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlad, a prince of Wallachia in the 15th century, is buried at a monastery on the island of Snagov on a lake close to Bucharest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unnamed businessmen are due to visit Romania next month, according to the Romanian daily Libertatea, where they will finalise their plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper also claims that the group has already approached the Scottish research centre at Roslin, where Dolly the cloned sheep was produced, to find out whether cloning the count is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlad, who was known as Dracula because of his father's membership of a Hungarian knightly order, became infamous for spiking Turkish prisoners of war on stakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The businessmen say the cloning plan will solve once and for all the mystery of Dracula .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian scientist David Dolphin from the University of British Columbia in Canada says his research indicates a rare metabolic illness was the cause of the vampire legends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said vampires were probably suffering from Porphyria, a condition which stops sufferers producing haemoglobin which gives blood its colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today there is no cure for the rare disease - although Dr Dolphin points out that in the middle ages when the vampire myth took off things were much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine another Vlad bouncing around the world. Won't that be like super cool?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110786590965706759?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110786590965706759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110786590965706759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110786590965706759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110786590965706759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-bloody-new-year-i-was-murdered.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110777256000077285</id><published>2005-02-07T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:56:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating since last Wednesday... Shall recap a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Went to Block 318, old folks' home, not really a home, just an entertainment centre. It was hell fun, but I'm not gonna elaborate on that, because I spent my lifetime writing a reflection. Became part of the &lt;em&gt;pangsai&lt;/em&gt; family, I'm Poo and nicknamed Kangeroo Poo. Heh heh. I'm Appendix in the Digestive Famliy or whatever... Appendix... Appendix, be gald it's not Anus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Mr Soh said, "ni3 hui4 FLASH ma?" And we were like... Er... Flash??? Took as long to register that FLASH is actually the animation software. -_-! Then he said in Chinese, "Am I that pervertic?" Tsk. Tsk. Think Ms Kuang came or something... To bid us farewell... *sniff sniff* Can we have you as our permanent English teacher? Hee haw... And get Geraint Wong to outer space... Hee haw... And the mouse with the poo poo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Went to the Esplanade with Elizabeth and Elisa. Very nice inside, but we messed the whole library up... And got scolded several times... Hee haw! Fascinated by the tea shop... The and moh was fascinated by how clever we were, more like Elisa was. Hee haw!!! They spent decades inside the photocopying room, while I spent decades waiting for them. Ain't I nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Haven't I committed suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Thanks to all the nice nice people who cheered for me during P.E and the unofficial "fan" club. Hee haw!!! Ha ha! But I still failed high jump... *Sad sad* Accompanied Jing ying and jumped ourselves mad... Mr Phee hasn't give us last week choco! I've ran out of my daily choco supply... Wah! Anyway, I've got kitty to please me. Hee haw! The cat so cute, keep lying upside to let me tickle... But my mother keep grumbling. *irritated* Can I bring kitty home? It likes me so much, keep leaning against my leg... So sweet... Aww... Hee haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Whatever happens tomorrow... Just hope it goes on smoothly... Tsk. Tsk. Fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110777256000077285?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110777256000077285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110777256000077285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110777256000077285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110777256000077285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/havent-been-updating-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110734183165505032</id><published>2005-02-02T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:48:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so much, my jaw hurts...&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha! And it's all because of Nicole laughing her evil[?] laugh, her exact imitation of Hermione Granger and risking her life to jump across to the table and almost died. o.0 And Liyi's '&lt;em&gt;Wah-lau&lt;/em&gt;'. And myself, making a fool of myself and the violin in front of Nicole's camera... Ha! The New Year decorations was like... Jeaness started writing on the board about who contributed and all... And I'm the one who didn't contribute anything (I'm so proud of that), but played a part by being involved in Nicole's Adventures of the Jumping Kangaroo[?] by being a joey! Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Kuang's lesson is the best [I can worship the ground she walks on, coz she's the best in the world]... But she's leaving before I know it... *sniff sniff*... She's so cute and funny... We'll never get another teacher like her again. :'( She's so so so nice... Nicer than everyone... And we shall be reminded of her by her "Sorry, mousey!" and "Girls, please do not HAANKY PAANKY in pubic areas!"... Ha ha ha! These are not what she said but she was telling us about her weird days in JC and campus[?]. Well anyway, she told us this story, when she was doing Biology, she had to dissect a frozen mouse, so she got this mouse which had poo poo on its butt... And she was like, "Eww! Poo..." and the next thing, her teacher asked her to apologize to the mouse. A DEAD MOUSE. Ha ha! Stupid teachers out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She added that Mr G. Wong is such a dedicated teacher that he marks every single homework,I really wanted to say that he fails almost every single homework too. &gt;.&lt;&gt;jinx&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is outta my life... Woo hoo! So great! It turned out that the&lt;strong&gt; jinx&lt;/strong&gt; was the cause of all worries! Now that we're not together anymore... Look! A whole list of happy things happened! Feels great!!! (except the Miss Kuang's leaving part but anyway, she made me feel so happy today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't fail me.&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/7126578-110734183165505032?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110734183165505032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110734183165505032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110734183165505032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110734183165505032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/02/ouch-laughed-so-much-my-jaw-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110717047109170739</id><published>2005-01-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:21:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 things to die for or rather 3 things that already killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) He almost failed me for my English. Blurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) I've got a terrible headache having Chinese New Year rehearsal at the field, right beneath the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) Auditions tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) To go through another round of confrontation[?] by him if I fail the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) Great. I'm art rep... Have to undergo 6 months of torture from Miss Gwee. Oooh! Lucky me. And I swear I didn't even volunteer for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just doesn't turn out the way you expect me too. Does it? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110717047109170739?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110717047109170739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110717047109170739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110717047109170739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110717047109170739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/3-things-to-die-for-or-rather-3-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110692361820270317</id><published>2005-01-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:46:58.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whatever Teacher Awards nomination gave me quite a headache. Have been in this school for only 1 year 1 month, can't really judge the Chinese teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Really I can't remember that many teachers... So had to write down the first on that comes to my mind. Not really the first la, thought of Zls initially but then you know erm... She's bias sometimes, though I still like her. Blurgh.&lt;br /&gt;Many people nominated Mr Soh... He's really nice, I know... But didn't feel like putting his name, don't know why, maybe too lazy to write... Anyone I'd known him for only a month, but he really treats the S.O people nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Nominated my primary teacher after much thought, though I've forgotten so much about her.&lt;br /&gt;~feeling guilty~&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the teacher's name, let alone how to write the school's... Hehs... Had to sms in the middle of science lesson, the deadline was before 2.00 pm or something. And she replied when it was common test period, the time when Wongyf stepped into the class... Haiz, secondary school is like... Dots... Ya dots... People in primary school dismissed already and yet we were like greeting Wongfy... Welcoming English Literature test... How depressing... :(.&lt;br /&gt;Wongyf is like... Argh... So show-off. Now Tien is disgusted by him... Yo yo yo! Well anyway, the main thing is... He's supposed to write something like 'English Literature 1315 to 1355'... Instead he scribbled shapes and symbols which turned out to be Russian, like hello?! Heck, who's interesting in your your... Multi languages... Maybe you might want to try writing Spanish next. -_-! And then dance Latin dance is it?!&lt;br /&gt;~disgusted~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110692361820270317?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110692361820270317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110692361820270317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110692361820270317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110692361820270317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/whatever-teacher-awards-nomination.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110682344803179264</id><published>2005-01-27T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T18:57:28.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's wrong with MSN? My friend sent me this file... But yet she claimed she didn't... And I know she didn't because I experienced it too... Suddenly the Messenger windows appear by itself and then my status changes itself too. The file was automatically sent to everyone online, I didn't even touch it, you know! Think it's a virus or something... Don't recieve this Webcam.pif thing... It ruins all the systems. Now I dare not sign in already... In case I send it to the wrong people then I'll be like in deep trouble. Argh whatever... Don't ever touch those files again... People will think you are nuts spreading the virus then you'll be accused of something you didn't do...&lt;br /&gt;~cries~&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, we cooked beehoon for Homec... I didn't get to taste mine and it all went into the rubbish bin... *depressed*&lt;br /&gt;All was wasted because Homec was eating into our recess and I have to go look for Mr Wong [foo kit] to collect my zhonghu back and then rush for S.O sectionals. Blurgh... :(&lt;br /&gt;Dinner... So bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110682344803179264?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110682344803179264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110682344803179264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110682344803179264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110682344803179264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-wrong-with-msn-my-friend-sent-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110657097779554391</id><published>2005-01-24T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:49:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fine on the outside,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt in the inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never know,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How your hoe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dug a scar so deep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheery face&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you see so often,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held fire rages that burn&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hatred&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever pain you inflicted on me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like crushed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By your frown&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all I know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did any wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bias fool&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's obviously in the wrong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you ---&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. What the hell?! The person is too idiotic to make me upset... Don't want to continue... Why must I even have memories about stupid people right? Heck care if she prefers someone who squeals at the top of her voice when MY VIOLIN is taken away from her... Like in any way I'm wrong?! At least I came for practise! If I know she would give me her freaking black face, I rather not go for practice so that she can relax her muscles a little... So that she need not act so apologetically in front of someone who's acting cute... Squealing all the way because MY VIOLIN IS WITH HER WHEN I NEED IT FOR PRACTICE! I'm really pissed off! Is she really that blind to differentiate between acting cute and the person who really bothers to come for practice?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL?! I WANT HER TO SEE THIS... AND I WANT HER TO KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE HER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110657097779554391?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110657097779554391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110657097779554391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110657097779554391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110657097779554391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/fine-on-outside-hurt-in-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110637349372275025</id><published>2005-01-22T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T13:58:13.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just created a quiz. Yea.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050122005404-385312"&gt;Click here&lt;/A&gt; to take my quiz.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/scoreboard.php?quizname=050122005404-385312"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt; to judge your performance. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110637349372275025?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110637349372275025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110637349372275025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110637349372275025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110637349372275025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-created-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110629501734185304</id><published>2005-01-21T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:14:21.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee behavior=alternate&gt; Oh great I've got a pimple on my chin... It wasn't there a minute ago... :( &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110629501734185304?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110629501734185304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110629501734185304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110629501734185304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110629501734185304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-great-ive-got-pimple-on-my-chin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110595198827185520</id><published>2005-01-17T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T18:45:09.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He speaks like a girl, he talks like a girl, he sits like a girl and he plays the piano like a girl... He teaches like a girl. But he scolds like a tiger... Not a tigeress...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that comes to your mind is... HIM... That Trevor Sze... :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he really tell us to Get Out?! Or was it just something my friends said... I wasn't present... Coz Tien and Xin and I were up to some tricks. Ha Ha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have any right to chase us out... We paid for him to come lo... Like hello?! And our dear little friend there was inside the room alone with him... Even if we went to see if she's being bullied by him... Bully as in scold la... He has got no authority still...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... I'm so beat... Blurgh... Finally my angel give me my letter... :D...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess when MEP for S.O prac... Joy didn't come... Like oh great. So we just loitered in th MEP room, asked the ice-cream man whether he got MSN not... Why do the male teachers all ACBC one?! Everyone will think that teachers in our school are like so proud... Everyday black face. [Ice-cream man is like chao white throughout the whole day, though] :(...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Shireena told us to buy nasi lemak for her... So Congyi went ahead... Me, Tien and Xin slowly walking behind... Congyi saw us... Then she shouted my name... What the~?! Mr Tan who was in front of her turned 45 degrees and Mr Wong Foo Kit too... Congyi was &lt;em&gt;enthusiastically&lt;/em&gt; pointing out both of them... I mean... What the~?! Why she make everything so obvious... I told her before that I was more interested in Mr Tan's hotmail address than the ice-cream man... It didn't really matter la... But heck, does she have to like alert the whole world...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway since I was there, might as well ask him right? He didn't really want to give la... So ya, I took my leave and went to join Tien and Xin at another stall... Actually it wasn't me who wanted the address, it was Congyi who asked me for his hotmail address... Like hell in the world am I suppose to know?! Later he came to my stall and told me if I wanted his hotmail address, I have to email his M.O.E one, then ask him...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Why go one big circle to get that address? :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tien expression was so funny (laughs out loud) when he came over... Blurgh... She didn't what was going on in the first place... So ya... She got quite a shock when he came over say something...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My javelin skills sucks... Really sucks hell lot... :( MPR must have got frustrated... I'm very irritated too... My name's Joey... You know the baby kangaroo... Not Zoe... &gt;.&lt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110595198827185520?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110595198827185520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110595198827185520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110595198827185520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110595198827185520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/he-speaks-like-girl-he-talks-like-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110587791837660551</id><published>2005-01-16T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T20:49:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"YOU ALL HAVE 2 REALLY BIG &lt;strong&gt;RESTS&lt;/strong&gt; THERE." This was what Chan Wei Shing said... And if you have  slight hearing problem, you would have heard "YOU ALL HAVE 2 REALL BIG &lt;strong&gt;BRE***S&lt;/strong&gt; THERE." Argh. Freak.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~! I finally know how to hack those password protected blog...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... I'm sua-gu... I know...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there won't be a tomorrow if there isn't today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me several minutes to figure out how to hack the password when I couldn't right-click...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people password protect their blog when it can be so easily hacked... And why even put it there for fun, coz it's super troublesome... Blurgh...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my 2nd violin lesson at this new place... Freak! They use those lock with numbers, without telling me the number... What the~?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly pissed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going through the studies... I didn't play very well, coz I had the stupid SYF auditions coming. Of course I concentrate more on the SYF then those studies... I didn't practise the studies at all... Only one bar... But I still played slightly better... Just slightly better... And the teachers thought I got practise... -_-! So they ain't really professional after all... Coz if I play like that standard in S.O... The whole world will know I didn't practise at all... Haha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violin fees is like so high... It's even higher than my scholarship... Look, my scholarship's just gone within a week. What the~?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe should consider quitting...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurgh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class size is too big... So we'd have to split... Poor me... I'll have to be in the same class with two boys... :(...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, the teacher seems to have trouble allocating me... It's either with two girls or two boys... So freaking troublesome... I wanna go back to the old house, it's so much bigger and so much serene... Unlike here where all the san1 gu1 liu4 po2 hang aroud, so distracting...!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher will soon be like Ms Keh... She's gonna explode I think... She's quite chio... But heck care if she's chio... :(&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110587791837660551?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110587791837660551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110587791837660551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110587791837660551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110587791837660551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-all-have-2-really-big-rests-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110570681202906480</id><published>2005-01-14T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:07:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had Wong Yoon Foong for common test period... So conincidental... Blurgh... He may seem sissy... But he's not (maybe yes la... And he looks like a vampire... *shivers*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started talking about Astronomy (he's a MEP teacher, like... HELLO?!)... Then he discussed about the personalities if each horoscope one by one... I only remebered my own one la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the conversation... Not really conversation but... Just a recap. It's similar... Not exact... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong: &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Who's Pisces here?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Raised my hand and looks around...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong:&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; See... Usually very little Pisces in good classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong: &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pisces are very emotional... That's why they can't study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whole class starts to laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong: &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pisces are very emotional... They can cry when watching movies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Aww... Partly true...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in the movie I NOT STUPID (coz Xiang Yun got an illness and her son didn't get more than 90) and QUILL (coz they needed a new wner for the dog, not that the dog was ill-treated... But I just cried... Argh... ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a scorpio (very stubborn one, right?) then from ACS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he mentioned about ACS... Elisa shouted that ACS boys very handsome... But changed her mind when she found out that he's from ACS too. &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some stupid lies he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm married with three children. [Where's your ring, Wong?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've dated 20+ girls before... But haven't tried an Aquarius. [May be true... But... So fake right?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thirty-five. [Like what the~?! Seth's twenty-five and you look so much younger than him... That isn't suppose to be a compliment... You just look &lt;em&gt;guniang&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad there's one thing I'm so pissed about... Another convo...&lt;br /&gt;Wong: &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Are you from S.O?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong: &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How come never see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never meh?! (Freak! You just chased me put of MEP room and you tell me you dunno me?!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any auditions... Ewil Mr Chan! Freakk loz! What do you think you were doing?! Springing us another audition next week?! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs are contagious... After Joy blowed her nose... The violin 1s started laughing... And we laughed because the violin1s were laughing... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalala~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110570681202906480?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110570681202906480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110570681202906480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110570681202906480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110570681202906480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-had-wong-yoon-foong-for-common-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110561928311695852</id><published>2005-01-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T20:38:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so glad about my presentation about The Good Earth the day before. It's a super super short presentation... But it make people laughed... At least they got laugh... :) So it's alright! Just hope that my audition will go as smoothly as this... :D. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurgh. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; shock I had yesterday. Mr Soh has a girlfriend! Hmm... So amazing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; Homec lesson I had today... Campbells' soup... So yummy! Thanks to Inez [or was it Charlotte?] who gave us the tip... Add 1 1/4 can of water instead of two. :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; fun we had today. The team-building activity... Get ourselves tangled in a mess and try to figure a way to untangle ourselves... Failure... :( But so funny! :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; stupid thing we did today, da bao our lunch and ate it in my classroom while waiting for Congyi to finish talking to her friends. -_-!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; idiotic thing, MSN wouldn't work. What the~?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; great discovery. &lt;em&gt;Ice-cream man&lt;/em&gt;'s email is stupidboy@hotmail.com... &gt;.&lt; Freak.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; scary discovery... Ms Jacob can see ghosts. [er... spooky!] Imagine her talking to someone we can't see. I'm having the creeps now... Now wonder her eyes is so scaring... Wondering if she's one of them too...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110561928311695852?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110561928311695852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110561928311695852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110561928311695852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110561928311695852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-so-glad-about-my-presentation-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110552643574322503</id><published>2005-01-12T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:40:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know when I last blogged. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's just blank.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Short-term memory. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurgh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my brains just froze like that... It's super cold in my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brrr...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to doin so little time... So stressed up by the audition... Maybe I worry too much. But can't expect me to keep calm right? It's auditions for SYF and I'm faring very badly. *whines* How I wish Chan Wei Shing didn't exists... Or maybe I don't exist at all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thumps head on table*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakk.freakk.freakk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditions are not even here yet... The anxiety is getting way too much... *starts cursing*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few people to curse...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Wong&lt;/strong&gt; (the ice-cream man, not Foo Kit or Geraint Wong) ---&gt; Chased us out of the MEP room when we were hearing Dvojak midway and using that very very sarcas tone when we laughed... :( Not at you... But some other thing... :(&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Chan Wei Shing&lt;/strong&gt; ---&gt; Argh great! Thanks for giving me a chance to make a fool of myself... When that day comes. Freakk you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt; ---&gt; When you said those who don't get auditions are those who play really well, freakk. I know we play &lt;em&gt;chao&lt;/em&gt; bad... K, fine? *cries buckets of water*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;a few other people&lt;/strong&gt; which I really have the urge to punch! I don't know what's the cause, but I think you look very &lt;em&gt;qian bian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very provoked now... Freakk off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ARGH~&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to a &lt;strong&gt;certain person&lt;/strong&gt;, I wish you would hurry marry your girlfriend... You are getting too old... Just go and die la!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110552643574322503?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110552643574322503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110552643574322503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110552643574322503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110552643574322503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-know-when-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110526155587539098</id><published>2005-01-09T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:07:51.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CCA fair yesterday. It's so fun. Performed for the Sec 1s... I don't like them... Their hand very itchy. Have to touch the piano this and that... When the pres is talking too... Especially 1 Unity (Jee Kok's class)... That class really sucks. All look so... So... So... Naughty... :( And so rude... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Looking back, one year ago... I was the one sitting on the table... Wishing I'll be part of the music... Ha... Now, I really am part of S.O... So happy! My wish came true... *claps enthusiastically* :D Time flies. [&lt;em&gt;but you can't time them because they fly too fast&lt;/em&gt;] &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to gave out flyers but then... The Sec 1s all say, "Oooh. I don't want, I want to join band." What the~?! Heck care if they join whatever sh*t CCA, it's just my job to hand out flyers... Like I bother if you use them to wipe your buttocks... They don't have to be so impolite anyway. :( &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish giving out the flyers though... Finally realized that sitting in the MEP room like an idiot and staring blankly at the scores, making a fool of ourselves is better than going out to give out flyers and being greeted by and insolent bunch of idiotic Sec 1s (there're exceptions of course). &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;ka-chiao&lt;/em&gt; Tien and her friend, her name's Yang Yang right? Or whatever la... I asked them to go MEP room... To see our performance... :) But they missed the nice part... They only get to watch the not nice part which I started playing crap... Congyi and I was laughing throughout the whole song... But Tien didn't seem to realized it. o_0&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tien tried out on my violin... Lala~ The teacher-in-charge saw me loitering outside and inside the MEP room, when I'm supposed to be performing... But she didn't say a thing... Like... &lt;em&gt;Phew&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA fair ended at 1.05... Then at 3.00 I had to go get the scholarship... I'm totally beat... Wanted to sleep during he ceremony... There was this person named Alyssa Tan Hui Ping... It just sounded like that... And a guy called Toh Boon Yi Kelvin... Blurghh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an audition coming... I hate it I hate it I hate it. *stabs Chan Wei Shing several times* Freakk! WHY MUST IT BE ME?! *screams*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my violin lesson this morning. A new teacher and a new environment and new students and new... WHAT THE HELL?! New scales and new position and new studys and new etudes and new composers and new scores and new rules... ARGH! I'm really so irritated. It's not a male teacher... So... It's a little ok... But I fear she'll be a Ms Keh No. 2. :(&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a one-to-one lesson... So... Eeeks! I feel like I'm in the orchestra without a tune... :(&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the lesson time, this guy came into our room and stood at the door talking to our teacher. Suddenly there was a loud bang... Very very loud. At the same time, this guy's head jerked backwards. He's the teachers of all teachers actually... Ya so... His head jerked backwards as if he was going to be thrown back... At that moment, I thought it was a gunshot... Coz it's really loud... And I was expecting the guy to topple and lay motionless... But he didn't... He stood up straight... It really freaked me out, you know? First you hear a gunshot... Then the person you thought was going to die was so healthy and steady... It wasn't a gunshot though, someone just slamed the door too hard. Hell!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I'm so sian... Now I gotta do some reflections in some stupid little journal... The new curriculum isn't working... Anyway...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110526155587539098?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110526155587539098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110526155587539098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110526155587539098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110526155587539098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/cca-fair-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110501165607036430</id><published>2005-01-06T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T19:40:56.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th day of school... The week's ending... Cool... The briefings' ending too, hopefully... :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had games today... The team-building thingy or whatever was so cool, so nicee. Ha. And we were the first to complete. :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure hunt was like... Er... FAILURE. Don't wanna talk about it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back to help touch-up and S.O banner and all... Didn't tell my parents... Had trouble going home... Until Joy gave me a ride. :D When they were outside buying paint... Congyi and I helped to &lt;em&gt;jagar&lt;/em&gt; (whichever way you spell, it's a Malay word) the MEP room... But we didn't heh heh... Actually we did la... But we hanged around in the stuffy store room playing guitars, cellos, drums and this dunno what Chinese instrument, I forgot the name... It's like a &lt;em&gt;yangqin&lt;/em&gt;, only you pluck the strings instead of using the &lt;em&gt;do-ing do-ing&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like left alone in the dim MEP room alone when Congyi had to go for tuition. :( The whole MEP room is so orangey... Coz we used cellophane paper to cover the lights... To give a romantic feeling... o_0... Well anyway, I was alone... And quite eerie though... The MEP students having lesson next door and they were playing a funny song... Sounds spooky, alright... So silent over my side here lo... The upstairs people so noisy... Sounds like coming from the storeroom though... But lizards and cockroaches can't possibly play those instruments right? Not nice to be in the MEP room alone... *shivers* So I did my homework there, couldn't go anywhere, coz you would have to either pass by two teachers who would be very irritated soon or a whole bunch of students + 1 teacher... Difficult descision... *shakes head*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;em&gt;guniang&lt;/em&gt; today... Eeks! *shivers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110501165607036430?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110501165607036430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110501165607036430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110501165607036430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110501165607036430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/4th-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110492360323904489</id><published>2005-01-05T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T19:13:23.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tagboard is like so beautiful... Coz it doesn't appear like it used too. What the hell is with tagboard? Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether I'm happy or not these few days... It's making me so confused... Argh...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt myself committing suicide coz this stupid guy in my dream told me to... Stupid dream loz... Then I fell to the ground, there's a label there saying I'll be sucked into the earth but I wasn't, so I stayed alive afterall, jumping 12 floors down... Whoa!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Geraint Wong isn't so bad afterall, he wasn't bad in the first place... But... I dunno how to put it... Confused confused... &gt;.&lt; That was a good thing... He's not ewil... Grr... What am I talking about?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got xu chunmei for either History or Geography... Jee Kok's still stuck with the Sec 1... *ewil laugh*... Can we have Ms Keh instead??? *flutter eyelashes*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~puke~&lt;br /&gt;Mr Imran's taking us for Science... Can't be Bio right? Must be Physics... Hmm.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese taught by the guy who has a voice &lt;em&gt;limit&lt;/em&gt;... He said he can't speak too loud... He has the &lt;em&gt;LIMIT&lt;/em&gt;... Ya right... He speaks so soft... Until we, at the far far end can hear... Like what the~?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE... I sincerely hope it won't be Ms Susan Lim... Oh well, my wish came true... Lala~&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Maths... Ha ha! My dream didn't come true... I dreamt MPR was our teacher... Then we weren't listening in class... He was so fed-up that he forsaked us... And we got a not very good female teacher... Ah well, that part came true... I got a not very good female teacher... I miss Ms Ouek... *Sigh*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the subjects no use talking about... Boring...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted our S.O banner today... The previous one was stolen... Like hello! Steal our banner for what?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmm. We had a hard time painting nd decorating the MEP room... It's dim... Really dim... I'll have to strain my eyes further to read my scores. :( The banner... Hope it isn't ruin by the little drizzle... Mr Ng so ewil, gave us a paint with is so unlike wall paint... Had a terribly hard time washing the paint of our hands... I didn't get affected though... A little la... But not as much as Yeu Shing's. The thinner they used to remove paint was like biting into their skin... Hurtie hurts...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110492360323904489?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110492360323904489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110492360323904489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110492360323904489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110492360323904489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-tagboard-is-like-so-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110473612618392248</id><published>2005-01-03T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:13:00.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st day of school. Whee~! Is that suppose to be good or bad? Anyway nothing ,uch though, just briefing here and there... Boring... :(&lt;br /&gt;So went recess together with Tien and Xin and Jia Ying... Then blah blah blah... That's like about all loz...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee left="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;longest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;[?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my English teacher be Mr Geraint Wong?! Is that good news or bad again?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~nahh~&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/7126578-110473612618392248?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110473612618392248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110473612618392248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110473612618392248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110473612618392248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2005/01/1st-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110446957689664458</id><published>2004-12-31T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T13:07:28.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knew my class two days ago... I'm going to Charity... That's sort of a good news... But then, 1 Diligence is dispersed everywhere, so we can't be with who we want to be with... :(... That's the bad news...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the class room is quite big... Not as cramped as last yar la... Got air-con somemore... Cool huh? But the classroom's pink... And I don't think I gonna like the teacher... Ms Marsha Rockey, she told us to greet her as Mrs Gobi though, sounds like some kind of goldfish. Hmm. The Diligence's teacher sounds nicer... *sigh*...&lt;br /&gt;After spring cleaning, we, the 7 onediligence who comes to twocharity sat around talking... Hmm... I'm sitting with Elizabeth in class, Fang Ting's with Wei Ting, Shu Jen with Inez... And Yuxi alone... Why has it got to be odd number always? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;9.15 am... Need to assemble in the hall for briefing, saw Tien and she was looking for Hark, while I looked for Npcc. Hark and Alyssa in the same class so... We were like stranded looking for Loyalty... Hmm... I passed Alyssa her prezzie, but  the Christmas tree and present fell... :( So bad! I tried with plastice, they fell, I tried with glue and they fell too... I don't know whether the dog's damaged too... I didn't dare to check... So if it's really in a mess, sorry Alyssa... Paiseh for a thousand times...&lt;br /&gt;I really like the doggie in the bottle, it's so cute! My mother agrees too... :)&lt;br /&gt;I pasted the letter on my cupboard... So I'm starting a friendly competition between all the letters and stuff. See which letter fades first. Ha ha! I've got Hark's letter which is about 3 months old... Then Tien's card which is 6 days old... Npcc's letter which is less than 24 hours old... And my own card which I drew for no one... It's one year old... Nothing fades yet... So... So... Lala~&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110446957689664458?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110446957689664458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110446957689664458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110446957689664458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110446957689664458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/knew-my-class-two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110387892046497166</id><published>2004-12-24T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:49:01.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to church yesterday with Aunt. Reached her house in tampines at 8.45 am.&lt;br /&gt;This is Button, it's not really him though, but the same breed. Anyway Button wouldn't be that neat, we both (Button and I) messed his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.viarural.com.ar/viarural.com.ar/ganaderia/mascotas/pets/perros/silky-terrier-australiano02.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not properly trained, but he goes to the toilet everytime he wants to pee without anyone training. Clever dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follows me everywhere I go even when I pee. Lol. But he sits outside the toilet till I come up. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barks alot. Barking means he want you to pat him or he feels neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barks at every single person who walks along the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He understands what people say. When my Aunt was saying "Naughty Button", he got angry. Oh my. He understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes being tickled in the tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes to watch Happy Fish especially the cast Xie Shaoguang(Jialong) and Ivy Lee(Yaxi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has perfect sense of hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Runs to hide when he knows he has done something wrong, eg. like pooing in the toilet. He's suppose to poo on the newspaper every night, but because he has stomach upset, he poo-ed in the toilet in the morning and I have to clear his poo poo. At least he's not some dog who dosn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hides behind his basin when he's upset or angry. Only came out when I looked at him. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quite loyal... But not very... Female dogs the best. Anyway, when you want to go out for a while and tell him to wait, he'll wait till you come back and if you shop till you lost track of time, he'll sit down at the door and cry. So sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's so much more about him... But then I forget already... Might bring him home one day... For just a day laz... Or when Aunt and her family go holiday, then I'll get to keep it... So cute... Want to cuddle him again...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs Button~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110387892046497166?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110387892046497166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110387892046497166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110387892046497166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110387892046497166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-to-church-yesterday-with-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110361889033930433</id><published>2004-12-21T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T17:41:38.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class gathering yesterday. East Coast Park carpark C4. The sms that you all passed down just said East Coast Park... Heyz! You know East Coast Park how big not! Remebered the class blog said Carpark C4... So I told anyone who asked it's Carpark C4... What the~?! Of all carparks... Quite ulu... But then nevermind... My father know the way... Not he know, is I know, then I told him... Pro sia?Haz...&lt;br /&gt;Hark sms-ed me in around 11.57am... To ask me whether I'm going or not... She doesn't know how to go... So I fetched her... She said she may be late, in the end I was late... &gt;.&lt;. Fetched Tien too... I was sitting in the front seat, so I used sms to talk to Hark who was sitting at the back... Lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yixin, Yuxi and Jie Ying reached there earlier... Then Hark, Tien and I took a stroll... Then for some reasons, we scream and scream and scream... Saw police... Hark said maybe Yi Xin was dead since she wasn't there... o_0 Then the ambulance came... Yi xin was near the ambulance... But... She wasn't dead... Lolz... They just happened to stand near the ambulance... Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rode bike, 2 hours $3 only... But my butt hurts... Argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that people started building sandcastles, which resembles the great wall of China...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The rest of them went to Mc... Tien and I went home... My father drove us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~hugs~&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/7126578-110361889033930433?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110361889033930433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110361889033930433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110361889033930433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110361889033930433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110343982952998435</id><published>2004-12-19T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T15:03:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got Skechers! Wee!!! Actually went to buy sandals, but end up buying Skechers... I love Skechers... Always wanted one... (: And I got it I got it I got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for violin lesson only to find out there's none... What the~?! But at least I get to see the German Sheperd and a pariah... So cute! But anyway, I get to see them every week laz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Tekka to fix my specs... Feel weird now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum went for IT class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Gtg... Byez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&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/7126578-110343982952998435?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110343982952998435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110343982952998435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110343982952998435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110343982952998435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-got-skechers-wee-actually-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110291959088209548</id><published>2004-12-13T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T14:33:10.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't go for my violin lesson yesterday. *bangs head on the wall* Jus because he was late, delibrately late, doesn't mean I can skip my lesson! *bangs harder*&lt;br /&gt;If it was years ago, I would be so happy to skip violin lesson, but now... I need to brush up Canon... To beat people. *bangs the hardest*&lt;br /&gt;Argh... All your damn fault la!!! You ask me wake up early... Then you come and drive me at 11.00am when my lesson starts at 11.00am... After that you say don't go... Ok, fine... don't go for one day won't die... So went to dog farm to get Sally Wesley (nice combination)  a prez. It's a really simple prez... Hmm... Then mum suggested something for Debra and Button too... Like hello? I will buy if 1) you bring me to Malaysia to play with Debra and 2)you get Button here or get me to Button's house in Pasir Ris. Stupid suggestions when I have no chance to meet them. Grr... *whines*&lt;br /&gt;Dad says go Wisma... Fine, of all places, he have to go there. Of all places, he have to pass my violin school and not let me alight! *Takes his head and bang it on the wall* What the hell is he trying to do?!&lt;br /&gt;Went Taka, spent the whole day hunting for prezzies in the end, I didn't get any! Coz my mother keep pouring cold water. So I just dump everything and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks k?&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110291959088209548?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110291959088209548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110291959088209548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110291959088209548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110291959088209548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/didnt-go-for-my-violin-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110275434996706484</id><published>2004-12-11T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T16:41:33.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to get new sofa... Ha ha ha! He sat on it and suddenly "bang!" the leg broke! I mean the leg of the sofa... He too heavy already... Ha ha ha! Keep laughing and laughing and laughing... 11 pm went to throw the stupid sofa...But it can't fit through the door... Ha ha ha! After much &lt;em&gt;squeezing&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;pushing&lt;/em&gt;... The sofa finally got out of the house... He dragged the sofa along the corridor... So noisy... Practically woke up the whole flat... Haz haz... Then some handsome guy (not handsome, but dunno why my mother claimed he is... Tsk tsk...) came and helped us... Not us la... Help my father... I ran away to watch tv... So... Hmm... How they got the sofa down I dunno... And now... I dun have sofa already... Backache... Backache... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110275434996706484?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110275434996706484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110275434996706484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110275434996706484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110275434996706484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/time-to-get-new-sofa.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110265182659067236</id><published>2004-12-10T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T12:11:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up with my eyes one big one small, so unewen! Have to go school with pink eyes... Argh. So ugly! Not that I'm pretty in the first place, but of all days,I have to get it today... Get what? I also dunno. Haven't been like that before, I mean, my eyes always one big one small... But dun have pink eyes... And do itchy...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep well the previous night maybe... That's why... These few days I tend to wake up in the middle of the night... For no reason... Argh, wake already then very difficult to go back to sleep... Help help me! Last night heard footsteps outside my room, could be anyone... Haiz, dun wanna bother...&lt;br /&gt;3 more hours to string, dun feel like going... Feeling so sianz, my father still wouldn't drive me... Grr... I would go if there's free transportation... Haiz... Torture torture torture...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110265182659067236?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110265182659067236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110265182659067236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110265182659067236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110265182659067236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/woke-up-with-my-eyes-one-big-one-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110240232124497356</id><published>2004-12-07T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:52:01.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So bored during the holidays, actually got lots of things to do, but then haiz, just don't feel like doing. Started on some blinkies. Thanks to npcc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my blinkies. I just read through tutorial yesterday, can't expect me to make nicee ones right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/the-violin-me/Blinkie2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My first blinkie ever made. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/the-violin-me/Blinkie.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My second blinkie. Two jumpy though, thought of making those wavering effect. Finally did it, gave it to someone esle though, can't retrieve back now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/the-violin-me/Blinkie3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My third one. Was a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v606/the-violin-me/Blinkie4.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The fourth. Latest one... Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inspiration... Get back to reading my Water Margin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110240232124497356?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110240232124497356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110240232124497356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110240232124497356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110240232124497356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-bored-during-holidays-actually-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110225720659368354</id><published>2004-12-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:33:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class gathering at Pasir Ris park. Went there right after violin lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Then hmm... Ride bike the usual stuff... What else can you do at Pasir Ris park? 3rd time I'm riding bike in my whole life... Duh... *so proud of myself*... Learnt to ride bike within one hour... *boosts ego*... Kiddin' kiddin'...&lt;br /&gt;My ex-form teacher said, "Jodie ar, so surprised to see you so quiet." I know I last time very noisy... And naughty, but I changed wat... Can't I? I become guai guai girl now... *blinks innocently*...&lt;br /&gt;Ride ride ride, then saw this super familiar person... Looks like my aunt, but then cannot be mahz... I mean, where got so coincidental, I was like thinking "What if I met anyone I know?" Coz I got nothing better to think... Ya... Suddenly this someone-I-know pop in front of me... I didn't greet them... I'm always so bad one... Hmm.. To the paternal side... I'm not so close to them... Second time past her, saw my cousin with her, just said "hello"... This sucks you know... It's always difficult for me to greet the elders... Dunno why... Some stupid phobia against the adults... yin1 wei4 wo3 hai4 sao4 ma... *acts &lt;em&gt;guniang&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Went to the seashore... So fun... Got my legs soaked with seawater... Ha ha! So nice... I'm simple girl, that's why I get &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt; just having to play at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I rent the bike twice, second time I rode with my friend, then got lost... So cool... My sense of direction damn "pro"... Thats why that time MPR's compass activity... Can't even get it right, got his help also blur...&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the way back, hmm... I love riding bikes, but my butt hurts! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;K... Went home at 6pm++, the letter said 9.30pm... In the end, everyone left so damn early... Went with this batch of 4 girls 2 boys... Left 2 girls 2 boys, the rest so guai, go home eat... I went with the not guai batch... I didn't eat though... Maybe because no appetite eating with one of the boys... Just jokin la...&lt;br /&gt;This boy suddenly bombarded me with "Why you know you dunno when you dunno? Why you dunno you dunno?" thingy... He's still as siao as ever... He didn't change at all... Still as pervertic as ever... And they were discussing about cup size with girls... Lalalas, but then my school always very siao. Talked about genting, stuff like that...&lt;br /&gt;Then we all started this guy-should-see-girl-home mini war... Ha ha ha... Lolz.. Finally, my father drove me... So hmm... I dunno how the rest go home... 2 guys see 1 girl home... Blurgh. K, I'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;That's all... Nothing much...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;Let's have something better next year... My leg aches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110225720659368354?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110225720659368354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110225720659368354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110225720659368354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110225720659368354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/class-gathering-at-pasir-ris-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110204166340386611</id><published>2004-12-03T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T19:53:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No S.O today... Overslept a little bit... Had a dream about who our Sec 2 Maths teacher gonna be... Freaky if it comes true...&lt;br /&gt;My violin bridge snapped and I dare not fixed it... In case it snaps again and all the strings snap too, then I'll have to waste $44.40++... So sicky, now I can't practice my violin... This is bad! Lucky today no CCA, or else I'll get scolded by the conductor &gt;.&lt;... It's not my fault if I dunno how to tune... I'm just a lower grade... *cries*... This is sucky, I dunnno wanna be kept in suspense anymore. He says I can go China with my cousins if I want... Though I wanna go with friends... It's better than nothing though. My parents will not be going with me... I dunno if that's good or bad, I dun even know whether the whole China trip is good or bad... *sigh* I want to go but next week is the 2nd last S. O prac I'm having this year and they will be going through the new CCA fair scores... So hmm... Though the scores ain't difficult, but I get distracted easily... If I don't go China, then I'll never have another chance to go again... Maybe in the far far future... It'll will so cool if I go... Provided there's tickets... And till now he hasn't tell me anything, or is it that they haven't book for me? If they haven't, then &lt;em&gt;gudiness&lt;/em&gt;, I can forget about going, the plane is fully booked! Or is it because he's keeping it from me... So that I won't be too disappointed? Argh... I rather know it now, so that I'll try to cheer up and get prepared for S.O. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Argh kk... Don't want to blog already, I'm getting super frustrated... I feel like...&lt;br /&gt;wad. wadd. waddd. wadddd. waddddd. wadddddd. waddddddd. wadddddddd. waddddddddd. wadddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110204166340386611?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110204166340386611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110204166340386611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110204166340386611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110204166340386611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110188967917859474</id><published>2004-12-01T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T12:17:04.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read my Mirror of Erised... I'm eyeing for these dolls... Living Dead dolls... Pretty right? *snickers* See, they are so freaky but cool too... Not trying to bombard my room with all these dolls, if not my mum will be scared out of her wits... Ha ha ha... So I'm looking for one doll which died on my birthday, that will be super cool... The pictures for these "pretty" little dolls... *Evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.strawberry-shortcake.net/LivingDead/Abigailcrainandmrgraves.JPG width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shovel is used, to fulfill his greed.&lt;br /&gt;But when he reaches her grave, it's her time to feed.&lt;br /&gt;-haiz... the guy so poor thing... but then he became as ewil as his murderer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.wackystacker.com/imagesLDD/Dottie.jpg width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dottie was highly allergic to the sun,&lt;br /&gt;But she loved sundresses and her pet poodle Hun.&lt;br /&gt;Late one morning Hun ran out into the day,&lt;br /&gt;Dottie followed fast, dying on her way.&lt;br /&gt;-So it's all Hun's fault... I hate poodles you know! &gt;.&lt; But then the pup's are cute... Dottie so poor thing... Dots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.wackystacker.com/imagesLDD/LilithMini.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a stake or sun&lt;br /&gt;Will kill this beast.&lt;br /&gt;For on your blood,&lt;br /&gt;She will feast.&lt;br /&gt;-So! Finally a vampire doll... But then I dun like females one... I prefer Nosferatu... The male... Haiz... This is so confusing... Maybe Nosferatu is a dracula not vamp, I wanna get a Larten Crepsley doll... If there is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.kidrobot.com/images/specimages/s-ldd9sybil-1.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked away forever insane,&lt;br /&gt;The doctors came and removed her brain.&lt;br /&gt;She died on the table by morning light,&lt;br /&gt;Now in search of a mind, she wanders the night.&lt;br /&gt;-The doctors so cruel... Eww! This reminds me of one of my relatives, never seen him before, or did I? Can't remember, but then he wasn't insane but the doctors thought he was and he became insane after staying at Woodbridge too long... This sucks... Why don't doctors use their brains... And think! I dunno whether he's still alive... No one talks about him now... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.wackystacker.com/imagesLDD/NosVictim.jpg width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dunno how they died, but I think they are victims of Nosferatu.. Nosferatu is a vampire right? Vampire rocks but Nosferatu doesn't... This is giving me the creeps... *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.wackystacker.com/imagesLDD/Jinx.jpg width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinx and her Hellcat make quite a pair.&lt;br /&gt;Their path is paved with bad luck,&lt;br /&gt;so cross it if you dare.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, so how did she die? Or is she even dead? *looks around cautiously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.wackystacker.com/imagesLDD/Calico.jpg width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calico was a puzzle to everyone she met,&lt;br /&gt;A mystery to be solved, but never to forget.&lt;br /&gt;She always chose to keep her body modified,&lt;br /&gt;Stitched together jigsaw,&lt;br /&gt;A living zombified.&lt;br /&gt;-This is somewhat cool, but I still dun get it, did she modify her body as a human, or she modified until she died or she died then modified? Haiz... Like the said, she was a mystery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.wackystacker.com/imagesLDD/BrideMini.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heyz, can anyone tell me how she died? I know she was stabbed, but why? She's from the movie Chucky, ain't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.wellcoolstuff.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/hushandshreiktherat.jpg width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy little Hush thought rats were so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;So it was her good fortune she lived by the city.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to sneak into the sewer each night,&lt;br /&gt;To offer her pets a cheesy delight.&lt;br /&gt;But one silly slip landed Hush on her head.&lt;br /&gt;It was right there she drowned and the rats were well-fed.&lt;br /&gt;-I love rats too, they are cute but not pretty... I won't go to sewer to feed them, coz I dunno where's the sewer and I rather feed guinea pigs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.strawberry-shortcake.net/LivingDead/Exclusives/HKSinisterMinisterandBadHabit.JPG width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This red bride and bridegroom, limited edition... Aww... I want this so much... Haiz... How they died I dunno and I'm still finding the cause of their death... So sad... *sniff sniff*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.darkstar-sifi.co.uk/images/action_figures/living_dead_dolls_action_figures/mini_series_2/lizzie.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie Borden took and axe&lt;br /&gt;And gave her mother forty whacks.&lt;br /&gt;And when she saw what she had done,&lt;br /&gt;She gave her father forty-one.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh my god! This is... Multiple Personality Disorder? *screams* I can't get the perfect picture, there's one with her holding an axe, it's nice. But it doesn't fit here. And I think this murder realy did happen long ago... I've found the murder trial lawsuit thingy... This is sad... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby certify that on the Ninth day of August, 1969 at 12.02 am,&lt;br /&gt;As punishment for the sins of their crime,&lt;br /&gt;they shall remain together till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;It is hereby pronounced that this bride and groom be wed into blasphemy as Died and Doom.&lt;br /&gt;-The above is the Postmortem Marriage License. The Died and Doom pic is below... So sweet right? Both person tong2 nian2, tong2 yue4, tong2 ri4 si3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://hartkecreations.com/deaddolls/graphics/ourkids/died-n-doom/wedding13.jpg width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.kultureshock.co.uk/images/lddjack.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack the Ripper, he's a murderer not murdered... His doll is sorta cool, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110188967917859474?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110188967917859474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110188967917859474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110188967917859474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110188967917859474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/12/read-my-mirror-of-erised.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110173517284850629</id><published>2004-11-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:32:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S.O this morning...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Broke the G-string and A-string sort of spoilt...&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah... Just like that with the normal thing... Hmm... Ya...&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Tien, she came back 2 days ago, then went to collect her report book... Then her English Lit homework... But then Mrs Chan wasn't there... Ya...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tien :) for the metallic egg... Metal egg... Er... Some metal egg... Haz haz, and the pencil is so cute with the orange sand bottle... So nice noe... The metallic egg Singapore got sell actually but all manufactured from China... Think the original one is from Taiwan is it? Hmm... Not sure, but it definitely taste better than the China's eggs... Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110173517284850629?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110173517284850629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110173517284850629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110173517284850629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110173517284850629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/s.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110154438531657829</id><published>2004-11-27T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T16:33:05.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm changing my layout again... The Neopets one, just dunno how to get rid of the errors, and very sick of it already... Haiz... Gonna change to a Potter one... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110154438531657829?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110154438531657829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110154438531657829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110154438531657829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110154438531657829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-changing-my-layout-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110129495425317963</id><published>2004-11-24T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T11:53:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Freaking Mynah! Came into my house and started poo-ing... First time, I searched around the house for that stupid bird... Can't find... Was afraid it had eaten my sausages in the oven... Mynahs are clever creatures... Can even learn to talk faster... Not talk faster, but learn faster... Than some parents... I mean parrots, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2nd time it poo-ed, I heard the bird nearby... So caught it red-handed at my kitchen... I flew to the toilet! What the~?! Then poo-ed somemore, so I left it alone... Then it went out, stood at the mop... Not my business if it poos somemore, coz I love birds... As in &lt;em&gt;birds&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Poo poo everywhere... I'm not gonna clear it... Though I'm kind enough to clear 2 poo poos... I miss my little hummingbird!!! Idiotic person let go off my hummingbird!!! Gimme my bird back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Psle results today... Cool! I wish you fail fail fail... K la, I'm not that bad... Just don't get into my school, or rather, refrain your mother from hitting you if you didn't do better than I did... If you can come to my school... Go ahead if your aggregate fits, but then don't bu4 zi4 liang4 li4... And I'll be really glad if your mother don't go round spoutting nonsense about you getting into Raffles, you won't!... But if you really get there, I got nothing to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And please, I'll appreciate it if your mother don't lie about your marks, you won't feel good... Don't go round saying that I got into St. Nicks just by luck, don't say I'm stupid in front of all our sickening aunts except one... Don't say I'm kiasu... In the first place, I wasn't... Coz my mother wasn't that kiasu to force me to study, in fact, my parents all thought I didn't study... And you, I mean your mother sucks damn hell... I'll smack her face if I could, I wasn't kiasu enough to study so hard till my head explode... It's all your freaking mother's fault if you didn't do well... She pushed you way to far... Till all the stress get to your head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So sad right, if you ain't able to beat me, your mother will be hitting you like hell right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if you did beat me... Whatever... I sincerely wish you wouldn't... But if really you did, I'll shut up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Good luck loz, better give your mother the hard way, before she start spoutting nonsense and every single uncle and auntie hates me! It won't work, you know... Everyone is used to your mother's lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know what's your mother thinking, she could possibly summon Voldemort here just to get you into St. Nicks, I don't care! She could possibly call the murderers to kill me, I don't care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I see you on 30th December in my school, which I think I won't... Then nice meeting you in my school, just shut your mother up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After all, we are cousins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;~hugs~&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/7126578-110129495425317963?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110129495425317963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110129495425317963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110129495425317963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110129495425317963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/freaking-mynah-came-into-my-house-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110121182319190092</id><published>2004-11-23T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T10:08:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hmm... Halfway through construction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is not a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=zuper_gal91"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NeoPets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; site...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~Ar duh! Common sense right?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shall continue tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NEOPETS, characters, logos, names and all related indiciaare trademarks of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/aboutus.phtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Neopets, Inc.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &amp;copy; 1999-2004.&amp;reg; denotes Reg. US Pat. &amp;amp; TM Office. All rights reserved.&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/7126578-110121182319190092?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110121182319190092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110121182319190092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110121182319190092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110121182319190092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110113307627418081</id><published>2004-11-22T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T17:49:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog still under construction... The picture just won't show... Hmm... What designs would do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110113307627418081?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110113307627418081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110113307627418081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110113307627418081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110113307627418081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-still-under-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110104941773170992</id><published>2004-11-21T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T23:04:10.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today violin lesson... The girl's sight-reading ain't real pro... So teacher got a little fed-up... Ya... What happened was weird...&lt;br /&gt;After going through the song again and again, suddenly the teacher hid the student... So I was like &gt;.&lt;... Thinking, "oops! er..." Then the teacher said, "Got mosquito..." Er... Oh! Okay... The teacher is female... Student also female... Ya... So nothing really wrong... And I've already seen the mosquito before, it was attacking my music stand... Too bad... The music stand doesn't have blood... Poor thing... The mosquito, I mean... Went Wisma Atria... The library at orchard... Suddenly my mother kept talking about what Zls said to her... My stupid parents asked Zls in chinese, "My daughter is very quiet... Does she have any friends in school?" What the~?! Ask stupid questions!!! I will be very very very malu, coz Zls knows I'm not quiet... And then Zls told my mother I HAVE FRIENDS... Muaxx! I love Zls!... Also said about Tien and me... &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;wat&lt;/em&gt;' word at almost every end of his sentence...)"&lt;br /&gt;Freak!!! Freak!!! Freak!!! &gt;...fantasizing&lt;/em&gt; what if the teachers just appeared out of nowhere?! It's abit lame la... But er... Sometimes it can be fun...&lt;br /&gt;Then at the hotel, I shouted,"I LOVE FOOKIT!" Tien shouted, "I HATE FOOKIT! I LOVE JEE KOK!" Xin goes, "..." Lol, was like, "What if fookit was here? Or someone named fookit? He's Malaysian anyway, I think..." (He looks like one... &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm embarrassing my parents on the net... Sorry!!! But they still haven't get what I want... So that's revenge!!! I even cut my hand to get what I want... But they no sympathy at all... I hate them!!!&lt;br /&gt;~runaway~&lt;br /&gt;~can't belive my mother said such a thing!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we made up... And the only reason is because I did well for my exams (all thanks to Zls!)... I haven't forget the plan to make them all regretful though... I'm planning...&lt;br /&gt;*ewil grins*&lt;br /&gt;Ya... Like I said, I hate them!!! I want to go to school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110104941773170992?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110104941773170992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110104941773170992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110104941773170992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110104941773170992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-violin-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110095213560338404</id><published>2004-11-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T20:02:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blogg still under construction! The picture suddenly gone after I like cursed him. What the~?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhe4 li3 mei2 you3 nan2 ren2, mei2 you3 yang3 qi4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated into : Here got no man, so no oxygen [?!]... Haiz something like that... Adapted from some stupid guy I just cursed... Hmm... You-Know-Who (not Voldemort-like how you spell?!) la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after cursing him, my picture went blank! Cannot retrieve back! He damn bad bad bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110095213560338404?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110095213560338404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110095213560338404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110095213560338404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110095213560338404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-blogg-still-under-construction.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110093274309907089</id><published>2004-11-20T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:39:03.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedicated to anyone whoever read the previous post...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you got it all wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Vampires are vampires. Vampire rules!&lt;br /&gt;But Mr Phee is H-U-M-A-N! Well, he looks like vampire but he aint't! So maybe he look like he rules, but he doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;H-U-M-M-A-N sucks... Well, some people... Like some VIPs (very idiotic pigs)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110093274309907089?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110093274309907089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110093274309907089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110093274309907089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110093274309907089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/dedicated-to-anyone-whoever-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110086853056154687</id><published>2004-11-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T20:48:50.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erm Cca today... I was late... Argh! Not my fault... Stupid person... Anyway when I reached, they were doing scales instead of whatever songs... So malu, there were in the middle of scales then I walked in like that... Okay great, at least he didn't scold... At least he treat me as hollow man, I'm like so honoured...&lt;br /&gt;So Miss Quek started on someting like, "I see ar... Some people don't play confidently..." And she was like looking at me.. What did I do? What?! I today played very well what... At least I think I did, much better than last time... I didn't mime... Got sound radiating from my violin... Ya... Why look at me?! So I looked everywhere except her (don't think dirty)... Then she said, "You all learn these instrument, must be cultured..."&lt;br /&gt;Er... That's a little too much to expect from us... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so got our results after that... I was like standing outside the hall... The Zls asked me to go in and sit... When my parents are just in the very first row... Sucks lo, if I barge in like that, everyone will be looking at me, but then if I sit beside them, I'll be so close to paper, how honourable... People were already looking at me when I'm outside... Met Fang Ting, Shi Hui, Shu Jen and Inez... So k, I was like so pathetic... Standing outside listening to long speeches, but my parents never found out that I had known my results long ago... They even asked Zls like, "How did my daughter do?" Luckily Zls was so clever, she didn't say, "I thought you all know already..." &gt;.&lt; She just told my position to my parents...&lt;br /&gt;So Zls was giving away the report book, when I saw mine, just feel like killing Mr Phee... Okay la, not as if my PE very good la... But he is like so bad! At least I did get a gold... And he made my report book so ugly! :'(... He is like argh... Just naughty a few times then he like that!!! Anyway in the end, he told me to take off the pinafore and I did lo... Won't talk so much about him... In case he saw this paragraph... &gt;.&lt;... And he really look like vampire... Dark eyes... Blurgh... Reminds me of Larten Crepsley (storybook character... Not my boyfriend, wish he was... But he's a vampire too... And vampire rules!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went home feeling happy...&lt;br /&gt;And here I am crapping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110086853056154687?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110086853056154687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110086853056154687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110086853056154687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110086853056154687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/erm-cca-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110069046799126226</id><published>2004-11-17T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T19:21:07.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know something? If you keep scolding me crazy, I'll show you one day that I really am, in fact I'm currently working hard on this... And I swear you will be regretting this, if you ever loved me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~this post in't dedicated to my boyfriend, coz in the first place, I don't have a boyfriend and even if I do have a boyfriend, it won't affect me and I won't be stupid enough to let the www (Whole Wide World  as quoted from alyssa) know... Boyfriends ain't used as an insult on the net~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, ain't I sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point... What was I talking about? I think that's all I want to say... You may not see this post forever and ever... Ok, fine... I'll do something to make you despo for my whereabouts (if this penetrates your thick head)... Hopefully, I'll be succcessful and then I'll get a dog rather than a hamster... *Evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it, I'll do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm kicking your butt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110069046799126226?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110069046799126226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110069046799126226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110069046799126226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110069046799126226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-know-something-if-you-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110042425553250773</id><published>2004-11-14T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T17:24:15.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I so stupid? Why can't I even grab the chance to buy a hamster? Why must they even give birth to me when they don't even let me buy the thing I ever ever wanted?! I want a dog, they don't let, fine. So I want to get a hamster... Everytime passed by pet shop see people all buying dog food, cat litter, hamster, etc, I so so so so envy them... I don't want any chocolates, sweets... I don't want anything except a pet... A real pet, not tortoises and all that... And when I almost got the chance to buy, she suddenly said cannot... Don't you know how disappointing, how hurting it is for me? I still miss my hamster that died years ago... I just can't understand why is it so difficult for them to say yes... Really want them to regret not letting me keep...&lt;br /&gt;Completed the nature trail and the tree-top walk at McRitchie... So long and far... More than 10km, think so... Hmm... After walking the tree-top walk, then coludn't find the way out, in the end, walked to the main road to take taxi, very very very the far... Good luck to people who intend to go there... The monkeys are so cute, got one eat ing peanuts... Then two little monkeys sitting on the tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G... About there la...&lt;br /&gt;So cute...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;~I swear I'm never ever going to talk to them again... Not refering to monkeys, monkeys can't talk in the first place...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110042425553250773?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110042425553250773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110042425553250773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110042425553250773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110042425553250773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-am-i-so-stupid-why-cant-i-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110034108354663234</id><published>2004-11-13T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:18:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~eating popcorn~&lt;br /&gt;yum. yum.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday CCA was boring... But anyway, the conductor wasn't the fierce fierce one, so was okay... That's precisely why it was boring, coz he ain't fierce!&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;This morning went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Become quite tan... Hate that, like &lt;em&gt;or-lang&lt;/em&gt; (black person)...&lt;br /&gt;Started to rain... Yay, finally can go home... Hate the smell of chlorine... Hate having to wee in the pool, but I did! Oops... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;The changing room very high-class... As in look like hotel one... Me alone in the changing room... It's air-conditioned, can even have a nap there... Haz haz... Coz it's so quiet and seldom have people coming in... Maybe they change in public rather than in the changing room... So I was alone... ALONE! All alone in the changing room...&lt;br /&gt;*boasting about my bravado, ooh... See? I so brave, not scared of &lt;em&gt;hantu*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me when I was in the genting hotel, reminds me when I was all alone in the cruise cabin...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;African Greys so cute! So clever!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110034108354663234?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110034108354663234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110034108354663234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110034108354663234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110034108354663234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/eating-popcorn-yum.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-110017681703293457</id><published>2004-11-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T20:40:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday did CIP... Was okay... Except for some stupid staff there... Then there was this aunty... Dunno a volunteer or a permanent staff, brought the xin, jia ying and me to this room... Then taught us how to use the "elevator" which transport books from one level to another... We so &lt;em&gt;mountain tortoise&lt;/em&gt;, flinching at every sound, coz the person said if the "elevator" no sound, then open the doors... The doors very scary o_0, reminds me of those horror movies, like when the door open, then inside got someone's head or a live heart... Or some murderer... The room so quiet somemore (till we started shouting about using  the "elevator")... The "elevator" can fit someone in... Jia Ying suggested going into it... Ha ha ha... Then will be transported into another world, like those science-fiction movies...&lt;br /&gt;Today went swimming... So long didn't touch waters, got phobia, been seeing too much horror movies, I guess... Afraid that later I swim halfway then got a hand pull me down... So sad to just die like that... :'( Got &lt;em&gt;pontianak&lt;/em&gt; worse ar... Suppose to go home, then my mothr go to orchard just to buy her pathetic pair of shorts... After that some stupid idea just &lt;em&gt;pop&lt;/em&gt; up and my father want to go the McRitchie Tree-top walk... What the~?! Walked more than 10km still haven't reach... &lt;em&gt;Ti or or, pei lor hor &lt;/em&gt;(sky black black, want to rain), sorry my hokkien not pro... Then my father started to ask a passer-by how long to reach the  suspension bridge... Then the person said, "Verrrrry farrrrr..."&lt;br /&gt;dotz...&lt;br /&gt;After venturing through all the muddy stuff, need to &lt;em&gt;gos-tan&lt;/em&gt; and walk through the disgusting stuff again and another 10km... What the~?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Saw monkeys on the way... One was breast-feeding, another was mating!... o_0 Didn't mean to intrude their privacy... But didn't ask them to do &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; in broad daylight... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Saw lotsa Sparkies... The Jack Russell in the Starhub ad... So cute!!! One so skinny and one overweight... Ha ha ha... I love Sparky!!!&lt;br /&gt;~huggs!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-110017681703293457?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/110017681703293457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=110017681703293457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110017681703293457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/110017681703293457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/yesterday-did-cip.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109996957896764162</id><published>2004-11-09T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T13:44:29.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bought a new keyboard... Thought it was a waste of money, rather have a new C.P.U... :( Rather have a webcam than a new keyboard. :(... Video conferencing will be so so so fun!... Instead of going SPCA, my father went to buy keyboards! So so so idiotic! :(&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my mother said, "Your father told me that you know your marks, only that you are too scared to tell. Have or not?"&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "..."&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother said, "I told your father don't have, don't have right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't have, 19th November then you'll know..."&lt;br /&gt;The chance to tell them just flew away like that... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;So just leave it like that...&lt;br /&gt;CCA yesterday so pathetic, out of dunno how many violin 2s... Only two turned up, me and my friend and we are just Sec 1s... Dun really play well and die die... Conductor abit frustrated... *shrugs*...&lt;br /&gt;So bored...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&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/7126578-109996957896764162?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109996957896764162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109996957896764162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109996957896764162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109996957896764162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/bought-new-keyboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109974152067110118</id><published>2004-11-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T19:48:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I thought my computer broke down... Didn't even dare to touch the com... And that saved at least 3 days of electricity used for com... Which is a lot... And then *poop* with my father's magic hands, the keyboard WORKED!&lt;br /&gt;Have been walking in and out of my rooms reading and reading and reading, then sewing and sewing and sewing...&lt;br /&gt;Hm... If people can be bored to death, I'll be the first one... Everytime walk around the nouse, not see fish, then see turtle... Won't you ever get bored... Not eat popcorn then eat nothing... Haiz, wish I had a "Sally", have to wait like erm... *starts predicting my parents' death*... before I get a "Sally"... K k, evil me... But I really wanna "Sally"... Argh... Now I'm so bored, bored till I go round crapping about "Sallies"...&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing to blogg about except string... Which I don't think I wanna talk about, coz my conductor asked for my name, I just shut up, then he said not to worry, he won't remember it... Argh, so what's the use of asking me for my name?! That's like so maluating... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.drowned in never-ending &lt;em&gt;boredness &lt;/em&gt;(is there such a word?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109974152067110118?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109974152067110118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109974152067110118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109974152067110118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109974152067110118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/for-past-few-days-i-thought-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109936450482304061</id><published>2004-11-02T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:01:44.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading har hui's blog, I realized that I'm the only one who hasn't told my parents my results. Everytime they ask, I just say "How would I know, November 19 then you'll know la!" Well it's partly true... *shrugs*...&lt;br /&gt;Scared that during the Meet-the-Parents session, Zls will go like, "I expect you all know your daughter's marks already... So..." In Chinese of course...&lt;br /&gt;Then my parents will be like, "WHERE GOT?!!" Not as exaggerating... But somewhat like that... And so you wil know what happen la... All parents are the same unless you can name me same x-tra nice ones...&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll not be able to travel with my friends next year... Then I'll not be able to go Taiwan with Xin to visit Tien... Well, if Xin's going... Then... I'll suffer nags and nags and lots of nags till I get ultra good grades for the next EOYs... it's not as if my marks very bad... Hmm... But they will probably scold me for not telling them my results... Argh...&lt;br /&gt;Actually I dun see the need to tell them... Anyway, they will know pretty soon and my marks will appear much better on the PPR that they will be going to recieve on 19th November... Coz my common test will pull me up by a grade... EOYs a couple of As and Bs... So overall, I'll still get A for most of the subjects... Except lit... So they can scold me all the same... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;So confused... Dunno whether to tell not... Tell now also will get spanked... Might as well postponed my spankings...&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Tell or not to tell?!&lt;br /&gt;Tell...&lt;br /&gt;Tell them not...&lt;br /&gt;Tell...&lt;br /&gt;Tell them not...&lt;br /&gt;Tell...&lt;br /&gt;Tell them not...&lt;br /&gt;dottie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109936450482304061?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109936450482304061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109936450482304061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109936450482304061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109936450482304061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/after-reading-har-huis-blog-i-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109928866801923050</id><published>2004-11-01T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T13:57:48.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I broke my G-string... Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Like, wow, amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Opened my violin case and poop,&lt;br /&gt;my G-string finally finally snapped.&lt;br /&gt;So I can't practise,&lt;br /&gt;so if I can't play due to insufficient practice,&lt;br /&gt;I gonna gonna be slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I die die need to play the violin with a G-string,&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, the score has too many Gs.&lt;br /&gt;And now you should know what G-string is...&lt;br /&gt;Not those kind of red, frilly ones...&lt;br /&gt;But the violin string.&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Today was like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;No less than 10 people were in main orchestra...&lt;br /&gt;So the "super super lucky" violinists and violists&lt;br /&gt;had to be conducted by HIM.&lt;br /&gt;HE wasn't crazy today,&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;it was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;Only I couldn't play&lt;br /&gt;and was made to sit on the sectional leader's seat.&lt;br /&gt;Cool...&lt;br /&gt;Miracle!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't play&lt;br /&gt;HE didn't scream...&lt;br /&gt;In fact, HE seem so cheerful today...&lt;br /&gt;And I misheard "When you shift, your fingers..."&lt;br /&gt;as "When you shit on your fingers..."&lt;br /&gt;End of string.&lt;br /&gt;End of blogg.&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109928866801923050?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109928866801923050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109928866801923050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109928866801923050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109928866801923050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-broke-my-g-string.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109911136180718574</id><published>2004-10-30T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T12:42:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Done CIP on Wednesday and Friday in Woodlands and thus had gained another 6 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;It was training-free and somewhat relaxing... So ya... Gaining 6 hours like that was super worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Kio library was like a waste of time... Need training and all that stuff, it will more much more strict than Woodlands library.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say anything about shelving, it's just that and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Ya...&lt;br /&gt;One time as we were walking down St. 13, saw this guy kissing the girl... Then the girl pulled away  and slapped him hard on the face... Then the guy called someone uising his mobile... Some sort of blackmail? Not sure... Obviously the guy is too old for the girl... The girl's about Maia's age... The guy's about 35-50... Or was my eye playing tricks... Hm... Affairs of the adults... Better to be ignorant or at least act ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;We had competitions... I have stage fright and that caused me to stammer in my drama... K fine, it's maluating. And the whole play was affected by me. Dun wanna talk about that, feel like banging my head on the wall...&lt;br /&gt;The family dance was fine... We didn't win, but at least we weren't the worse... I hope... But the CHARITIANS had no right to be proud. Yes, they won, but there were other classes who won too and I don't see them go round flaunting... Not really bothered whether we win or not, but it's not as if CHARITY is the best. They may win once, twice but not forever, I dun expect DILIGENCE to win neither did we go round saying CHARITY WILL LOSE... So the person who tag boards saying CHARITY WON really is like so pathetic loz... Place herself as anonymous... As a . (dot) somemore... She really has got no face, she a CHARITIAN won and didn't even dare to be PROUD, didn't even dare to list her name... She must really be an idiot... Have something bad to say but yet dare not say and sank herself yet deeper into despise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feng shui lun liu zhuan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Congyi... I confronted her coz she's the only CHARITIAN who has access to my blog and I thought ONLY my board was tagged with this stupid CHARITY nonsense. Now I think it's not her... Though I'm not that sure... Well, she has always been the one one jeering at people... But I dun think she is that lame to go blog-hopping... Well, fine... I said sorry... Leave it at that... Don't wanna blow it up...&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of school... So sad... We will be seperated, I think... As a farewell gift, Zls sponsored us $120++ worth of pizza. Love her... She'll never be our teacher again... And I dun think we'll meet any teacher nicer than her... It's gonna be a long holiday, I'll miss you guys...&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I didn't even feel it was last day of school... Wasn't happy.... Wasn't sad either, it's just like any other day...&lt;br /&gt;Only something was missing... I didn't see &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; for the past few days... &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; didn't come... I didn't get to see &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; didn't say goodbye... &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; didn't let me have a chance to... And &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; left like that...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; left without saying goodbye... &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; left me waiting and waiting and waiting like that...&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109911136180718574?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109911136180718574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109911136180718574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109911136180718574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109911136180718574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/done-cip-on-wednesday-and-friday-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109868877104553390</id><published>2004-10-25T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T15:19:31.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyz... In school now... Someone seem to block my entry to the blog! Like what's the problem? I can't enter my blog through Tien's blog and I can't enter Tien's blog through my blog! Someone been tempering with the computers! This sucks!&lt;br /&gt;So funny now! Using the computer between Yi Xin and Tien... So was like sliding from Tien's computer to Xin... Then using Xin's computer to chat with Tien... Then slide back to Tien's computer to chat with Xin... So conclusion, I AM CHATTING WITH MYSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;K... Fine, I am lame~&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109868877104553390?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109868877104553390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109868877104553390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109868877104553390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109868877104553390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/heyz.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109861428116713700</id><published>2004-10-24T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T18:38:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got my violin results. Yeah, at least I obtained a pass... So surprised that I got higher than the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna post my results here, in case someone goes like, "Yay! I win you! See you play so badly! She so much better than you!"&lt;br /&gt;*treats her like a punching bag*&lt;br /&gt;Saw this guy, my father's friend... At the &lt;em&gt;si ma lu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;He is a DIRECT &lt;strong&gt;DESCENDANT&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;CONFUCIUS&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So cool!&lt;br /&gt;Borned in Australia...!&lt;br /&gt;Now this makes me look like &lt;em&gt;mountain turtle&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;:P&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/7126578-109861428116713700?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109861428116713700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109861428116713700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109861428116713700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109861428116713700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/got-my-violin-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109853445958136233</id><published>2004-10-23T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T20:27:39.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is like such a long dreary day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sitting here in a boring room.&lt;/strong&gt; (Damn boring mahz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just another rainy sunny afternoon.&lt;/strong&gt; (I've been sitting here for the whole day and my butt is numb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm wasting my time.&lt;/strong&gt; (Ya sure, have violin to practice, but feel very sicky...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got nothing to do.&lt;/strong&gt; (Staring at this computer screen, if you considere that's something to do, That isn't &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;, gurls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done some man-hunt on the net, searched for myself, searched for Mr Phee, Mr Vong, Mr Tan.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling super lame...&lt;br /&gt;How to survive the holiday?!&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be like two months.&lt;br /&gt;Before I ever see my friends again.&lt;br /&gt;S.O. meetings here and there... Not as if I will get a chance into the SYF...&lt;br /&gt;So there's no reason I should go...&lt;br /&gt;But haiz.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't start to hate string.&lt;br /&gt;I used to love it,&lt;br /&gt;but now...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of her?&lt;br /&gt;That stupid gurl...&lt;br /&gt;Not nice to put her name here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the www.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it under the influence of Tien changing CCAs?&lt;br /&gt;That my inner voice is telling me to change too.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;That gurl is simply too bad...&lt;br /&gt;I mean,&lt;br /&gt;she's in a better class.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally,&lt;br /&gt;she'll score better than me.&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't,&lt;br /&gt;she'll then lose her face.&lt;br /&gt;I've beat her during most of my common tests.&lt;br /&gt;EOYs I didn't score well&lt;br /&gt;and I can't possibly beat her in everything.&lt;br /&gt;She kows that.&lt;br /&gt;And yet,&lt;br /&gt;and yet,&lt;br /&gt;she laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;Like she has any authority to?&lt;br /&gt;Dun forget,&lt;br /&gt;I have beaten you in most of my tests.&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind...&lt;br /&gt;But have I ever laughed at you?&lt;br /&gt;Think!&lt;br /&gt;Like Ms Keh said,&lt;br /&gt;feng shui lun liu zhuan...&lt;br /&gt;Wait one day,&lt;br /&gt;when someone hits upon you...&lt;br /&gt;And laughed at you.&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll know...&lt;br /&gt;So now...&lt;br /&gt;It's either I go to a class better than yours,&lt;br /&gt;which is like impossible...&lt;br /&gt;Coz you are in the best,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the second.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;I go to your class,&lt;br /&gt;which will be the best class.&lt;br /&gt;Is that wishful thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure...&lt;br /&gt;Even if I go to the best class...&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure my good friends rise up too...&lt;br /&gt;If not...&lt;br /&gt;I'll prefer to remain with my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Will not forsake them&lt;br /&gt;just because of you.&lt;br /&gt;You are just a BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;No wrong!&lt;br /&gt;You don't even have what it takes to be a BIMBO.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't got looks&lt;br /&gt;nor '&lt;em&gt;books&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;You are just an 'a'-hole...&lt;br /&gt;Not an ass-hole&lt;br /&gt;but 'a'-hole.&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever chanced upon this blog...&lt;br /&gt;You will know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;She will know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna compete with you...&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let you know...&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LAUGH AT PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;FOR GETTING &lt;em&gt;SLIGHTLY LOWER&lt;/em&gt; MARKS THEN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it isn't Seth's fault&lt;br /&gt;when you get low for History.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it ain't Seth's fault&lt;br /&gt;when I get low for English.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Dun wanna bother.&lt;br /&gt;I'm convince it isn't Tien's fault.&lt;br /&gt;It's YOU!&lt;br /&gt;feng shui lun liu zhuan.&lt;br /&gt;When someone dies&lt;br /&gt;a curse is formed.&lt;br /&gt;When my &lt;em&gt;spirit&lt;/em&gt;(as in mood) dies,&lt;br /&gt;I curse upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109853445958136233?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109853445958136233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109853445958136233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109853445958136233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109853445958136233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-like-such-long-dreary-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109850016613651193</id><published>2004-10-23T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T10:56:06.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/1446/640/mermaid51.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/1446/320/mermaid51.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mermaid I told you about... Read the Genting post... Ya... So cool right? Now we know that mermaids DO exist... Cool!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109850016613651193?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109850016613651193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109850016613651193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109850016613651193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109850016613651193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-mermaid-i-told-you-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109849947561264429</id><published>2004-10-23T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T10:44:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/1446/640/chicken.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/1446/320/chicken.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken with horns... See the head... So cute right? Saw this in Ripley's... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109849947561264429?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109849947561264429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109849947561264429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109849947561264429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109849947561264429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/chicken-with-horns.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109845230762730606</id><published>2004-10-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:38:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S.O. today... Skived a little... Went out to toilet... Heard footsteps... Spooky footsteps... The school should be very quiet by now...&lt;br /&gt;Almost bumped into OM at the end of the stairs... So the footsteps actually belonged to Mr Chew... Gave us a fright...&lt;br /&gt;Toilet doors were locked, had to travel from the MEP to the canteen... Torture, man! Congyi started making bird sounds with her hands...&lt;br /&gt;Saw at a distance... Mr Phee, in his super outstanding shirt, playing soccer... Using only half the hockey pitch... Could only see him with my specs... He played with 4 other teachers... Couldn't really see...&lt;br /&gt;Congyi could even see fookit without wearing her specs... Pro ar... If Mr Wong is there... So his 'bro' might also be there... True enough... Seth was playing... Ha ha ha!... Another teacher... Indian guy... Fookit's good friend?&lt;br /&gt;Walked half the track... Then u-turned back... Lame... But it was during string... Ya so... Hmm... Ms Quek knew we were missing... But didn't scold... So cool ar... She so good, unlike some stupid person who started ACBC... Act Cool Buei Cool...&lt;br /&gt;Today broke record... Bowed the most times to teachers as we were walking across the link between Primary and Secondary block.&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;~Feel like punching ACBC... ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109845230762730606?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109845230762730606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109845230762730606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109845230762730606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109845230762730606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/s.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109836613742199917</id><published>2004-10-21T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:42:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speech rally... Not nice... Dun wanna empahsize on that...&lt;br /&gt;Went for man-hunt today again with Tien... During recess search for Ms Susan Lim in the PE Department but haiz, she's always so busy... So went to staff room to find MPR... For what... I'm not sure... But just find him... Maybe to ask him help get the form for the transfer of CCAs.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Where's your name tag, huh, I-Tien?"&lt;br /&gt;Tien went erm...&lt;br /&gt;"I will not entertain anyone without a name tag."&lt;br /&gt;Mei Kian and I was giggling...&lt;br /&gt;Why does he always face his butt to us when talking?... Hm...&lt;br /&gt;Phee said, "I'm not Ms Lim-"&lt;br /&gt;We went ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;"-so I can't do anything for you... I can't make the descision for you, I'm not the HOD..."&lt;br /&gt;I went o_0... Thought, "He will not make a good husband... Hae hae hae..."&lt;br /&gt;buahx. Coz I got nothing better to think... *acts innocent*&lt;br /&gt;So we siamed out of the staff room fast... He very irritated already... Sorry loz... Just a few visits since last month and he got somewhat irritated so fast... Thought, "He won't make a good boyfriend, either... o_0."&lt;br /&gt;Then we go family lounge... Sit on the chair like idiots waiting for Ms Lim the &lt;em&gt;chiobu&lt;/em&gt;... She was busy talking to Mrs Cheong... So sat there for almost an eternity...&lt;br /&gt;MPR walked past us... Then at least he was kind enough to tell us that Ms Lim is in the hall... We pointed to Ms Lim at the table, "There...", we said... Then he said "Oh... So you wait for her la... Wait..."&lt;br /&gt;Dotss... He wasn't going to help us abit... Hm... Thought he was THE KIND (holy/holey) SOUL...&lt;br /&gt;But but... At least he noticed us... If he ignored and walked past as if he didn't see us... Then he's really 'a'-hole loz... 4 big people sitting right in front of him... His two super large eyes if cannot see... Really qian bian... What's his two big BIG eyes for huh? Only for &lt;em&gt;chiobus&lt;/em&gt;... Small fries like us... He won't even bother... He bought toast! TOAST!&lt;br /&gt;Duh~ Big deal... But I buy toast! TOAST! So so... Argh... Big deal~!&lt;br /&gt;Dun mind me, I'm crapping!!! Wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bought his lovely toast... Then went back... Past us... This time didn't even bother to look at us... His big BIG eyes impotent already... Dead as Ripley's double-headed, double-bodied... Double-everything mouse-deer... Everytime walked past our class, don't even look inside... Busy looking for &lt;em&gt;chiobus&lt;/em&gt; up the skies... Dunno... But he's always looking &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; the sky... He wants to attain enlightenment?!... Peace/Piss for him...&lt;br /&gt;So ya... Didn't get to see Ms Lim... Haiz... Wasted one chance after another...&lt;br /&gt;Then after school... We went to PE room... Wow cool! Got air-con... Or was there?! Memory's failing me... Stood outside... For display... Took a peek in the room... Ms Lim and Colin Phee... One male , one female (respectively... You can mix them up if you want... Coz each person belongs to both of the cartegory... Ha ha ha... Ewil me!), what could they be doing?...  Air-con on, the door is closed... Hm... So secretive ar... &lt;em&gt;Service&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;happening&lt;/strong&gt; inside ar? GST excluded?&lt;br /&gt;---This is sooo CRAPPIE!&lt;br /&gt;Waited for another so many eras to past... Here, there, everywhere... Waiting for Ms Lim to come to our service... Erm ya... She said not to go in... See her later... So past the ice age to the sunny age... She came out! Cheers!!! The door to hope has opened!!! And she said, "THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT TIME TO SEE ME. I HAVE REHEARSALS." And she rushed off...&lt;br /&gt;What to say? You suck?!!! Argh... So actually we have been &lt;em&gt;seeing&lt;/em&gt; Phee during the past few weeks for nothing... And he always say can go see him... Now he says cannot go see him... We must go see Ms Lim... Sucky sucky! He was chasing us out during the past few days... Asked us "Do you have any last words?" So eeewil~!  The chance to see her flew flew flew away just like that! And recalling what Phee has told Tien about "make up your mind by the end of this week", we were like "DIE DIE DIE..."&lt;br /&gt;No choice... Have to see Phee for the extension of deadline... Barged in... Coz coz... Can't tolerate anymore... Despo... Desperate to change CCAs... Not me but Tien... Have I been very tin-te?&lt;br /&gt;He saw us and faced us with his butt and said, "You again, I-tien... Why you come to see me so many times?"&lt;br /&gt;Then I whispered, "Coz you very handsome..."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You like me ar?" at the same time... So ya... I didn't hear him and he didn't hear me... I could have said," No, I dun like you... I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;Hae hae hae... This is so lame...&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;But nice to see his expression for a change... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Heyz... See us very the bu-shuang mehz... He so ewil!!! So bad... Boo hoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;Finally after Y3K... He turned around and said, "Wow! You bring your whole gang here..."&lt;br /&gt;Dotss... And then,"Where's your name tag? I-Tien?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's at home mah... How to wear?", Tien said.&lt;br /&gt;His butt to us again!&lt;br /&gt;So yar... Talk talk talk with us at one point of time, then turned to someone else and talked about hard copy, soft copy... With his big butt... Mind he dun fart...&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, "When did Ms Lim said about opening windows?"&lt;br /&gt;Huh huh... What windows?!&lt;br /&gt;Then Tien said, "Huh? She said she will open the gate for these few weeks."&lt;br /&gt;HEY! WHAT WINDOWS?!!! WHAT GATES?!!! Is there locksmith as a CCA? This will be so cool! So cool!&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "When?"&lt;br /&gt;Tien said, "She didn't say."&lt;br /&gt;Shi Hui was somehow a backup throughtout the convo...&lt;br /&gt;People behind... MeiKian and Yixin laugh laugh laugh... Me too... Giggled throughtout the convo...&lt;br /&gt;Phee said, "She did."&lt;br /&gt;Tien said, "No~..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes~..."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Didn't~!"&lt;br /&gt;MPR, "Got~"&lt;br /&gt;Me again, "Didn't~!"&lt;br /&gt;Ohz oohz... Argument starting...&lt;br /&gt;"Got~!"&lt;br /&gt;"DIDN'T~!"&lt;br /&gt;"What if I go out and ask a Sec one huh? What if I asked and she say have."&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't la~..."&lt;br /&gt;"What if she say have? What are you going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Have... Then... Have lo..."&lt;br /&gt;So cool if I said, "If have, then I marry/kiss you loz..." But I didn't...!&lt;br /&gt;"What if I ask any sec ones outside?" What the~? He repeat the questions so many times...&lt;br /&gt;So I was like... Look look outside... "There's no one outside &lt;em&gt;wat&lt;/em&gt;..." Oh sh*t! Why must I say &lt;em&gt;wat&lt;/em&gt;? It's the way he talks and and I'm trying hard not to follow him... Coz coz... I dun usually have the &lt;em&gt;wat wat&lt;/em&gt; problem... Or do I?... But anyway, I seemed to be influenced by him so much...&lt;br /&gt;Then he shut for a while...&lt;br /&gt;"She got say &lt;em&gt;wat&lt;/em&gt;..." Then he smiled his cute cute smile... Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;I mumbled, "&lt;em&gt;wat... wat...&lt;/em&gt;" Turned a 360 degrees to face him again... So malu! Dunno what I was doing...&lt;br /&gt;"She said Wednesday &lt;em&gt;wat&lt;/em&gt;... Look for her tomorrow... " *Want to faint already...*&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;Ya so... The con/argument ended like that... Went out laughing like hell... Saw a cat... Shi Hui said so cute so cute... But when the cat looked at us... Shi Hui said not cute... So funnny ar...&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now Tien changed her impression of Colin Phee... Used to think he looked like a over-grown baby... *shrugs*... But now she said he was sweet... Got sour ar???&lt;br /&gt;Think he's sweet too... *nods vigorously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessions: I LOVE &lt;s&gt;FOOKIT&lt;/s&gt; PHEE aka MPR aka COLIN aka CIP aka :P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs people~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs MPR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---full of crapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109836613742199917?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109836613742199917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109836613742199917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109836613742199917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109836613742199917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/speech-rally.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109818433796947488</id><published>2004-10-19T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T19:12:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sexuality talk today... Dun think wai wai... They didn't talk about you-know-what... But just the usual IRC stuff... Ya ya... Mrs Kuek so funny... She's nice despite of her 's'... Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;Ewil me... Can't say too much... In case they somehow access my bloggie... May seem impossible... But whatever... Teachers have nothing better to do sometimes and go blog-hopping... Sweet... Now can't bad-mouth them... Ya... Anyway, 99.9% sure that MPR hasn't seen my blog... Coz he just admitted it... Ya... Not that we go up and ask him... Duh~&lt;br /&gt;Had family dance... Argh... Our last? Hopefully... Sorta &lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Hmmm... Coz 'paper' was there... Damn near me... Nervous breakdown...&lt;br /&gt;---i'm crapping&lt;br /&gt;---coz i'm so happie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Duh, lame...&lt;br /&gt;Tien wanna change CCA... Seen Colin Phee... He tell us to see Ms Susan Lim, Tien was like "Can we look for you?" Phee must be phee-ling so hounoured... Ha ha ha... Oohz... Was he jealous when we cheered for fookit (ya, right... They are guys... Yet... *shakes head*... Fookit was so malu... He walked in halfway... Then walked out... In the end it was Mohan who came in...) during the sexuality talk?&lt;br /&gt;Dottie... If anyone understands crapp. It was true anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy and I know, I crapp alot.&lt;br /&gt;-crapp-crapp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... Continue the whole song yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tien wanted Mits... Phee was supportive... Sort of... *Raise brows*... Ya... Sort of... Mits good idea too, I think, though it's two days a week... Gonna be a busy schedule for Tien. Ha...&lt;br /&gt;So I gonna introduce Geraint Wong to her tomorrow... Not those match-making sort of stuff... But just introduce, I dunno him myself, but seen his photo so many times... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Then must see Susan Lim... *shivers*... She said must have valid reason, must speak for yourself during the CCA talk today... Double pressure... Personally think Colin (Phee)'s a nice guy... *People out there don't roll eyes... Especially those who know what's 'paper'...Hm!*&lt;br /&gt;He smiled so sweetly, or rather shockingly funny at Tien...&lt;br /&gt;~Heyz, i jealous lehz!~ Er... dots...&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;He was asking Tien, what do you do at home? Erm... Like how does he expect Tien to answer... She will be doing what he does also &lt;s&gt;wat&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;mahz&lt;/s&gt;, right? So she just said watch tv... Too bad, no CCAs for couch potato... Ha ha... So Tien said besides tv, she also use the computer... Ya... That should almost settle his curiousity... But it didn't... He asked what does Tien do on the net... Erm... It's always MSN right?! I mean, that's what most people do... Then what does he want Tien to say? "I surf for porn!" Dots... But then, Tien said she go blogging... So I laughed and he said "Don't worry, I haven't visited yours." Which means he hasn't come across mine! Coz both our bloggies link together and contain pleasant/unpleasant thingy about him in previous posts... Blurgh. Imagine him typing Tang I-Tien in search engine! Argh... First thing that comes to my mind will be either he's a pervert, or he's in love with Tien... *Now I jealous again!*&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;Then Tien was so nicee to me... Muax... Love her... She sacrifice herself (not the body) for me... And and I'm so grateful... She dragged the time talking to her qian bian person because she wants me to be longer with the qian bian person (not that he look qian bian to me... He very cute laz... Argh... No one will understand this crappie paragraph except Tien...) Ha ha ha! So grateful to Tien!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs people~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs paper~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo Happie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Blog-hopping to any nothing-better-to-do teacher who comes across this blogg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lame~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs 'gain~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109818433796947488?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109818433796947488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109818433796947488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109818433796947488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109818433796947488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/sexuality-talk-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126578.post-109801289043668020</id><published>2004-10-17T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T18:14:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from Genting yesterday... Damn fun... The most memorable... Unforgettable trip with friends... Sort of adult-free... Yeah... Everything seemed so unreal... It was once my dream... But it came true... In just a few years... It's gonna be the one and only happy memory plastered in my mind unless we could once again travel abroad... Or rather venture further... And like this trip... No adult hindrances... Though we had lotsa obstacles to achieve this dream, which was once a long-term goal.&lt;br /&gt;First day... Woke up in the wee hours of early morning. Had a chance to be an alarm clock for my aunt... Yes! Ha ha... Rang my aunt 5.30 am...&lt;br /&gt;Reached Golden Mile at about 6.30 am... Xin was there already, I walked from one end of Golden Mile to the other to search for here... Led her to meet my dad... My aunt came at the same time... I was a second late, thus missed Button, a silky terrier... Boo hoo hoo... Was feeling more than excited... Xin handed me an amulet, which her mother went to the temple and pray for a safe journey. Kind mom... Then she advised us to cover the mirror with a cloth when sleeping of not you'll see things...er... Won't you be frightened if you see something so large draped in white cloth... And must sleep with the amulet... Tien was at the Causeway... Causeway?! Erm... That's the bridge across the Straits of Johor... What's she doing there?! Maybe she meant Expressway...&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;Tien made it in time... That's the last obstacle passed... So ya... Had no more worries... Coz we can board the bus!!! Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;We had odd number... So one of the trio... Excluding the adults I mean... Had to be isolated... Ya... So we switched places at every stopover. Can't sleep... Ya... So exhausted... But can't sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Reached the customs, Tien had waited long for her passport to be assessed... The police at the custom was weird... He was some sort relunctant to stamp Tien's visa... Dunno what's the matter... He can't be corrupted, can he?&lt;br /&gt;Reached a stopover in Muar... Tien wanted to buy this S.H.E concert dvd... It wasn't ex... But Tien bargain for a two dollar discount... In the end she didn't buy it... It's pirated... Afraid that we won't be allowed through the custom...&lt;br /&gt;Along the way up the highlands... The road was so curvy... Bumped here and there... So funny... So afraid that we dropped into a drain... Xin asked me whether got big drains or not... Ha ha... Saw pagoda... Elephant and monkeys... Fake one, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached the highlands... We didn't take cable car... So sad... But will have a chance... Will have...&lt;br /&gt;Strolled into Resort Hotel... So cool... So cool!!! Muackerz! I love Genting!!! Stayed in the same hotel as my aunt and her friend... But they were okay... Didn't really bother about them... I guarded the hotel key... Hm... Sort of a heavy responsibility... What if I lose the key? We'll be trapped outside overnight... Coz my aunt and her friend will be in casino. all day long... Loitered in the hotel room for about 30 minutes... Went to Mc... I didn't eat anything... But Tien and Xin did... Malaysian's Mc is a cheater... They make people pay extra , then say GST excluded... This is so stupid... And Evil... After that we walked past the arcade... Saw a guy on the... You know, those car racing arcade game... He was motionless... Thought he was died... Tien aimed the water bottle at him and sprayed but too bad... Missed by a few centimetres... We told a cleaner... So couldn't understand... In the end, Tien pointed to the guy and the cleaner saw, so she asked, ''why?" Tien tried to ask whether he is dead or just sleeping... She couldn't understand... So I said, "Mati"... The police came after that and the guy was actually sleeping... Dots!... Then went to First World shopping... Ya... So cool! So cool!!! Ha ha... We went to Sky Venture... Didn't go for it... Coz later fly fly fly, then stuck up there... How? Ha ha... It was fun watching people fly fly fly, then got stuck onto the ground... Weird... But so cool! So cool!!! I wanted to go to the Haunted Adventure... Thought I would overcome my fear about getting several shocks... But haiz... What a disappointment... I went there... The people wore those masks and went round scaring people... So scared... I knew it was fake... But... But... Just didn't have the guts to venture in... Hesitated so long... Then decided to go Snow World... I bought the child ticket... But I wasn't... Xin and Tien bought the adult one... It was -9 degree celcius inside... Super super freezing cold... I love it!!! My one and only experience in snow... It was so cool!!! Slide down the freezing cold slide... The ice was rough... And I was wearing a 3/4 shorts... Ya... My legs were scratched by the rough ice... Then there was this... Extra long slide... Dunno what it is called... It was bumpy... Was sliding down with my back facing the front... Was sort of dangerous... Scared I'll bump my head... Ya... So scary but so cool! So cool!!! Xin didn't try it out... There wasn't enough 'tubes'... 'Tubes' are for cushioning our butts while sliding down... Tien enjoyed lying on the ice block, which resembled a tombstone... Or was it a The opening of an igloo... Whatever... Tien looked like a frozen corpse there... Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;After that had dinner... Ya... Ate KennyRogers's half chicken... Sorta okay... The restaurant was behind the booth of the Haunted Adventure... The staff of Haunted Adventure had taken off their mask, they seemed sorta friendly... Ya... And so funny... Was sort of okay with them... Ya...&lt;br /&gt;Spent much time hesitating about Ripley's &lt;em&gt;Believe It or Not&lt;/em&gt; and Haunted Adventure... Sorry Tien and Xin... I am so indecisive... Hmm... Went past this wax-making thingy, then the person ask us try... We didn't want... Then he pulled my hand!!! So pervertic!!! As pervertic as Peter Tay or rather Peter Tay much better... Eek!!! So I just told him I tried before and quickly stalked off with Tien and Xin... Argh... So frustrated!!!&lt;br /&gt;Went back to hotel room... Then passed this souvenir shop and then wanted to buy the sand art and do... We bullied Xin into saying either a yes or a no, instead of anything... Ha ha ha!!! Decided not to buy... I wanna sleep...&lt;br /&gt;I bathed first... Then Tien and Xin...&lt;br /&gt;They watched tv... I slept already...&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the middle of the night when my aunt and her friend came back from casino... I wanted to go toilet and my saunt asked me whether I'm sleepwalking... Like how I answer?! Yes... I'm sleepwalking ar?&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, it's school day... But we were still in Genting... My aunt smuggled food from the buffet for us... So kind right... Then left one coupon... I paid for the child price yet again... And went in with Tien to help smuggle more food for Xin... Ha ha ha!!! Acted so innocently... Thought someone saw through our plan and wanted to complain... But actually it was a kind soul who gave us free coupons... Ha ha ha! Then she said I have a Singapore face... Ooh... Is it honourable? Or did she mean I'm ugly?! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Bought the ticket for Haunted Adventure and Ripley's Believe It or Not... Wanted to follow the crowd... But the staff didn't understand us... So too bad... We went to the theme park first while waiting for a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Theme park was so cool! So cool!!! Took lotsa rides... I love space shot but I swear never to take it again... It's damn scary when it comes down... Your but will be lifted off the chair and your heart will be you know... That kind of feeling for a long while coz the ride drops a long distance down... Scary!... It's fun anyway... Took Corkscrew.... The upside-down roller coaster... Took it twice... Was shouting names of teachers... Thought it's lame... It helped a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tien and I were stranded while paddling the erm... Boat?.... Not boat la... But some sort of paddling thingy... So maluating...&lt;br /&gt;Tien had a go at go-kart... Then so many other rides... Too lazy to list out...&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;Played till 4 something... I think... Then went to Haunted Adventure with a group of people...&lt;br /&gt;The person didn't belive I was a child... So he asked for I.C... Iput on a very fake expression and said, "twelve years old no I.C."...Ha ha ha! It worked! Yi Xin thought she had lost the glowing stick... Given free... Ya... If don't have that thing then cannot go in... The ghost so kind... Help us and waited for Xin to find her stick... Ha ha... In love with the ghost... Coz he's so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;It was super dark... And spooky... Were greeted by a coffin... Ha ha... Someone keep hitting the coffin, thinking that they will be someting lying inside... Ha ha ha... Everything was too dark... The glowing stick didn't help abit... :(... The staff were inside booing people! Argh... Was shocked so many times... Wanted so much to run out... Was screaming like hell... Almost had a heart attack! There's a time when a gjost popped up and boo boo here boo boo there... Then his black clothes were all around my face... Was screaming like hell! Tien and Xin... I'm surprised that you aren't deaf!...&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;There were knocks and gases as we walked down the haunted stairway... What the~?! So shocking, you know!!! Keep screaming and screaming for nothing... Haiz... When we almost reach the end of the stairs... There was somehting hanging above the steps... A human-bat... Fake one lahz... The couple in front of us very scared the human-bat drop on top of them... So they squatted down and walked down the stairs... So cute! They successfully headed down the stairs... But little did they know that something scarier awaits them... There was this wrapped thing... Dunno what it was... Didn't bother to observe swang itself at anyone who passed it... Luckily I saw it attack the first couple so I waited for the swinging to subside... Then ran down the stairs... Did it hit Yixin.. I dunno... But sorry if it did... Coz I was pulling Tien and muttering something stupid... Ha ha ha... I'm crapping...&lt;br /&gt;Exited alive and unharmed... But a little mentally unstable... Proceeded to Ripley with shaking legs... Ha ha ha... Rip is so cool!!! So cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;There's this African male and female naked statue which sort of makes people pregnant when you touch it. Think it works on women only! Ha ha... Maybe it's just crap... But women who touched has been successfully pregnant. While I was observing the statues, suddenly a guy came out from nowhere and go like, 'Hee hee hee!' Oh my... Was so shocked, he was actually one of the staff there... He challenged us to touch the statues... And was grinning and looking at us... Oooh... Spooky... What's he thinking ar?&lt;br /&gt;buahx. Better not think anyhow... Ha ha... Anyway, stomach felt pretty weird after touching the statues, must be hallucinating... How cool to be pregnant like that, the DNA results will show no father... Ha ha ha... Choi choi choi... Dun be pregnant... Will be expelled from school!&lt;br /&gt;The exhibits super nice... And unbelievable... Really... A guy with 2 pupils... Yuck... Imagine having a boyfriend like that and having to look into 2 pupils... So ugly. He had an affair with the Emperess Dowager and his son was the apparent heir... Look for a king surnamed Liu, that's his son... Then there's a guy with blue face... Wow! It will be like... Vampire... Like my 'paper' as Tien said... Ha ha... The tallest guy in the world had a chair that are able to fit two of our butts, a chicken had horns on its leg... Duck had triple horns, guy who saved American sailors by inserting candle into his hand, guy who had unicorn horns growing from his head... A mermaid fossil... Really true, a orang head and half fish body but it was only the size of a sea bass... Ya... Not the human-size, will get the picture for you all to see... Monk used to drink from real human skulls, decorated with gems. A temple made purely by matchsticks... Wonder how it was supported... Cool! A guy designed so many many ties, each one for each day he lived... Really too many to count. Superb artist painted 40 scenes from the bible on just a grain of rice... The scenes were clear... Only that it was too small... Pro man! And he says he painted them standing to prevent the aching of backs! Wow! Then there's this lopsided billard room... Can't even walk properly in there...&lt;br /&gt;A cook who went into the oven and would only ccome out till the mutton he was holding was cooked! Argh... Got lotsa lotsa lotsa! Very nice to see one!&lt;br /&gt;There's this incident which is so funny!!! I'd love to rub it in to ka chiao Xin... She walked past this very very old couple... Tourists, I suppose... Like duh~! Then at that time the old man was taking photo of his wife... Ya... Xin walked past ignorantly... So perhaps she was caught in the photo... o_0... She quickly bent down and muttered Sorry so many times upon seeing the flash... Guess what? They were all statues!!! HA HA HA HA!!! She was looking quite blur and confused before realizing she had been apologizing to statues! So dottie...&lt;br /&gt;We were inside for about 2-3 hours... Wow! Long!&lt;br /&gt;There's this very cute thing... Maybe you all tried it before... But I'll just post it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)    Choose any number.&lt;br /&gt;ii)   Double it.&lt;br /&gt;iii)  Add 10 to your answer.&lt;br /&gt;iv)  Divide it by 2.&lt;br /&gt;v)   Then subtract the number you had chosen from the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get? 5 right?... See! I can read your mind! Call me pro! Adapted from Rip.&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to say more more more... Coz I'm getting &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep around twelve. Had Kimchi Ramen for dinner... Full! Tien wanted cup noodles... But was full... Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day... It's a Saturday... Our last day there... Had breakfast in Resort cafe... Free of charge... Ya... Had to smuggle food for my aunt and her friend... Partially successful... Didn't wrapped the food properly... This is called &lt;strong&gt;retardation&lt;/strong&gt;... Heard this conversation between two boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy A: Go and take bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Boy B *looking for bananas* : Don't have already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin said, "don't worry... They have." Coverstion continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy A: Eat bananas then can go &lt;em&gt;bangsai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like giggling... Ha ha ha!... So funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smuggled food... Bathed... Then off we go!!! Ya... The rest of the journey not much to mention... We slept and ya... Irritated Yi Xin by singing, "Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping, Chua Yi Xin, Chua Yi Xin, Nightie bells are ringing, Nightie bells are ringing, Ding dong biao, Ding dong biao..."&lt;br /&gt;ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;Then sang the school song... Aww... Was a disgrace to our school! Sorry schoolmates...&lt;br /&gt;buahx.&lt;br /&gt;That's all, I think...&lt;br /&gt;If got miss something, Tien and Xin will fill you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alyssa for paperpet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7126578-109801289043668020?l=the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/feeds/109801289043668020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7126578&amp;postID=109801289043668020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109801289043668020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7126578/posts/default/109801289043668020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the_stories_unfold.blogspot.com/2004/10/came-back-from-genting-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06684759787374162140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
