<?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-32832829</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:04:19.392+08:00</updated><category term='SAVE SAVE SAVE'/><category term='sians'/><category term='damn it'/><category term='tired'/><category term='start of the 1 week holidays'/><category term='happpppy'/><category term='perfomance'/><category term='day out with cherilyn :D'/><category term='bored'/><category term='fun'/><category term='tution tution tution'/><category term='jamming'/><category term='new link'/><category term='happy'/><category term='i am going crazy'/><category term='stressed  emoness'/><category term='crap results'/><category term='happy fun laughing swensens'/><category term='laser quest'/><title type='text'>ALICIA :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4491062230047028826</id><published>2008-12-14T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:52:27.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new link'/><title type='text'>goodbye blogger</title><content type='html'>k, the long awaited post. haha. k, joking. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RELINK PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://impossiblereality.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://impossiblereality.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, all my post would be there. so yeah, RELINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: this blog would not be deleted! :D&lt;div 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blogger'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3974943471081874105</id><published>2008-12-10T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:17:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news</title><content type='html'>k, i think i'm exaggerating in my title.&lt;br /&gt;not much of a good news, just that..&lt;br /&gt;I've just created my wordpress account, &amp;amp; is able to use it soon!&lt;br /&gt;i think i get it already.but still, some things i havent found out yet.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not abandoning blogger. i'd still leave it as it is. &amp;amp; maybe someday when i still dont get wordpess then i'll come back here. its like a "back up" thing.  haha. &amp;amp; if wordpress is going well for me, i'll treat this site some memories storage thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;k, bye!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, the next time i came back here is to post my new link here. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3974943471081874105?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3974943471081874105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3974943471081874105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3974943471081874105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3974943471081874105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-news.html' title='good news'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2664089343920921837</id><published>2008-12-09T00:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:33:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMINISCENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyways, i found more peektures in the Suncheon Maeson Middle School's website.&lt;br /&gt;thanks joyce!&lt;br /&gt;peektures up first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1ME0ZFzDI/AAAAAAAAAys/gVav3k_C7TI/s1600-h/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457984015158322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1ME0ZFzDI/AAAAAAAAAys/gVav3k_C7TI/s320/022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, i dont know why. but from this peekture, it seems like lijing &amp;amp; cherilyn havent met for ages &amp;amp; they finally met. &amp;amp; got so excited. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1MDxMgkcI/AAAAAAAAAyc/X9SOA4OY4Hw/s1600-h/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457965977211330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1MDxMgkcI/AAAAAAAAAyc/X9SOA4OY4Hw/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;their super friendly principle who offered to help jing hold her luggage. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L5JR42II/AAAAAAAAAyU/4HnDHACiv4c/s1600-h/DSC_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457783463663746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L5JR42II/AAAAAAAAAyU/4HnDHACiv4c/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the picture says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L4zUXaYI/AAAAAAAAAyM/SphYaepziXc/s1600-h/DSC_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457777568475522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L4zUXaYI/AAAAAAAAAyM/SphYaepziXc/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L4-VbrdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/wCKuaBSZk_U/s1600-h/DSC_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457780525739474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L4-VbrdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/wCKuaBSZk_U/s320/DSC_0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;swear i didnt know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L4mky05I/AAAAAAAAAx8/figx85uEsCk/s1600-h/DSC_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457774147720082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L4mky05I/AAAAAAAAAx8/figx85uEsCk/s320/DSC_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, so do joyce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L4hcPc8I/AAAAAAAAAx0/rz7bjxgc_gU/s1600-h/DSC_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457772769670082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1L4hcPc8I/AAAAAAAAAx0/rz7bjxgc_gU/s320/DSC_0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I REMEMBER HER! daschund hotdogs or something. lol, their school's english cher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K8I5auAI/AAAAAAAAAxs/E7NWpDo2lUg/s1600-h/DSC_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456735389005826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K8I5auAI/AAAAAAAAAxs/E7NWpDo2lUg/s320/DSC_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K7sS719I/AAAAAAAAAxk/4nwmrfETV6c/s1600-h/DSC_0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456727711406034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K7sS719I/AAAAAAAAAxk/4nwmrfETV6c/s320/DSC_0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JIM JILL BANG!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K7sX8xzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/K6lay9beLlQ/s1600-h/DSC_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456727732438834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K7sX8xzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/K6lay9beLlQ/s320/DSC_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that ice place thingy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think the towel DAMN COOL OKAY, dont laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K7d3fKiI/AAAAAAAAAxU/bI9GWmo02K0/s1600-h/DSC_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456723838183970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K7d3fKiI/AAAAAAAAAxU/bI9GWmo02K0/s320/DSC_0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, some game thingy. i forgot how to play already. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K6_LeDHI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Tii12RDf3to/s1600-h/DSC_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456715600497778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1K6_LeDHI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Tii12RDf3to/s320/DSC_0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TELL ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omg, i freaking miss korea! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want to fly back you know. or, turn back time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;right, &amp;amp; joyce will say:" ya lah! i want to go there &amp;amp; see wondergirls. sohee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*ignores her totally*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;teehee, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for more peektures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://maesan.ms.kr/en/photo/2008/1/"&gt;http://maesan.ms.kr/en/photo/2008/1/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the peektures with most of us inside, all already posted. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2664089343920921837?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2664089343920921837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2664089343920921837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2664089343920921837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2664089343920921837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscence.html' title='REMINISCENCE'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/ST1ME0ZFzDI/AAAAAAAAAys/gVav3k_C7TI/s72-c/022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4725759811618934103</id><published>2008-12-07T19:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:24:51.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola people!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i might be changing to wordpress someday.&lt;br /&gt;wait till, i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;heard that twilight isnt that nice in movies. people say the book is way better. to think i wanna watch it. nevermind, shall borrow the book. anyone? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've got a video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-196addac38ce05fb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D196addac38ce05fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329969100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73AB5D1E96C7F8BC50F44BE56B646BE3E51D5F37.553EC0F8B1415497B0CD0933F2F2521220277A71%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D196addac38ce05fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DseK0omnZxDGT88m4V7p7pFkIIFo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D196addac38ce05fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329969100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73AB5D1E96C7F8BC50F44BE56B646BE3E51D5F37.553EC0F8B1415497B0CD0933F2F2521220277A71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D196addac38ce05fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DseK0omnZxDGT88m4V7p7pFkIIFo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title says "trains in china". but they dont seem to be speaking in mandarin. okay, i think its quite exaggerating huh. but still, i think its quite funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;its like squeezing them in like how you just push your books/clothes into you cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;imagine singapore's MRT also likedat. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4725759811618934103?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=196addac38ce05fb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4725759811618934103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4725759811618934103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4725759811618934103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4725759811618934103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/hola-people-anyways-i-might-be-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4449979165515974879</id><published>2008-12-06T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:39:20.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some random video</title><content type='html'>hola people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrlSkU0TFLs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrlSkU0TFLs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this video is uber funny! watch it watch it! people without facebook. probably dont know whats it about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm out of here.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4449979165515974879?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4449979165515974879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4449979165515974879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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seriously.&lt;br /&gt;not only is my co-form teacher Mrs Tay OL.&lt;br /&gt;MISS ALSOGOTH(however you spell her name) is coming back for guides.&lt;br /&gt;MIGHT be a good news, MIGHT be a bad news.&lt;br /&gt;good news is, the company wont have the chance to be oh-so-slack.&lt;br /&gt;bad news is, i think i'm gonna have a hard time. :/&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also its the most stressful year among my 3/4 years in KCP.&lt;br /&gt;okay, lets hope things wont go so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right enough of all those bad things.&lt;br /&gt;went out today again, with that retarded woman.&lt;br /&gt;met up with her at Dhoby Guat.&lt;br /&gt;then headed towards Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;then it started to rain like cats &amp;amp; dogs. xD&lt;br /&gt;but we still continue with our plans to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/STgDRVgv8lI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_bHYulCALuc/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970559831700050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/STgDRVgv8lI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_bHYulCALuc/s320/DSC02705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, we pactically missed this big sign over here. &amp;amp; walked one whole big round.&lt;br /&gt;because the sign was 1 sided luh. &amp;amp; our backs happen to face the board. -.-&lt;br /&gt;how i wish 1 of the shop was my house. damn cool please.&lt;br /&gt;then went out of here towards town.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i think fareast is a curse.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt feeling well again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i'm better now! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, guess its time i start on my holiday assignment.&lt;br /&gt;hope i wont get tempted by the computer so often. xD&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i wanna cut my hairrrr. but i dont know what to cut. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/STgDRVgv8lI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_bHYulCALuc/s72-c/DSC02705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3277304065077698688</id><published>2008-12-03T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:11:29.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 musketeers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dug out some photos again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/STap_uG2faI/AAAAAAAAAw8/aiNlkmdZWuM/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275590925684735394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/STap_uG2faI/AAAAAAAAAw8/aiNlkmdZWuM/s320/DSC02636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes thats me, my brother &amp;amp; my cousin. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;come to think about it, the games we used to play are so freaking retarded! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we kinda invented games, like crocodile. i bet you dont know whats that! lol, &amp;amp; i wont say either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;make a guess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we make full use of everything around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;especially the hula hoop! haha, its been use so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first time, we used it as a steering wheel. which everyone could think of right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then we used it as a net. then we shoot pillows into it. those small ones though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the last one, i bet you cant even think of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we imitated doreamon. the hula hoop has became an equipment. which when you go through it, you'll be invisible. then when you put things on it, everything becomes invisible. you know we can play those silly games for i dont know how long. &amp;amp; have super lots of fun! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then we would play police &amp;amp; thief. its not those type we play now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its more of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;those role play kind. we would grab the cards then stand &amp;amp; walk around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright, enough of all this childhood crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3277304065077698688?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3277304065077698688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3277304065077698688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3277304065077698688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3277304065077698688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-musketeers.html' title='3 musketeers'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/STap_uG2faI/AAAAAAAAAw8/aiNlkmdZWuM/s72-c/DSC02636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1076641040812611985</id><published>2008-12-02T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:49:48.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>yup, quiz. a different one though.&lt;br /&gt;right, its kinda long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN HOW'S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. How did you get one of your scars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;someone pulled me down from some super rough slope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went out with.. cherilyn?joyce?sandy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, i cant really remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. How are you feeling at this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;neutral~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. How did your night go last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fine? like normal lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. How did you do in high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think i improved. but still, could do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. How did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;some random shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. How much money did you spend last month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL, wthell. umm, i dont know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 8. How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after 25. if i even found someone i love. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. How old will you be at your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SIXTEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. How do you spell your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A-L-I-C-I-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINE WHAT'S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. What is your mother's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;give me nine reasons why i should tell you. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. What did you do last weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;umm, went out to get my brother's ipod repaired. :D then walked around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. What is the most important part of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friends, family, everybody. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. What would you rather be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my holiday homeworksssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. What did you last cry over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cant remember. it has been a long time since i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hearing super lame jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, more on character. a little on looks. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. What are you worried about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU'S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Have you ever been back-stabbed by a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if he/she is a real friend. she wont backstab me. if he/she does, he/she isnt my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so my answer is no. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Have you ever had sex on the beach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never had, Never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nope, &amp;amp; i wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOLOLOL, kids book? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Have you ever sang in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, kinda. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN​ WHO’S​:​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Who was the last person you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Who was the last person you texted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My Bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cherilyn, Joyce, Lijing, Sandy, Melissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;umm, cherilyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Who did you last hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SANDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not very sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lijing? tsk, i love all of them k. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Who made you smile today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the tevee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX WHERE’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Where does your best friend live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, i dont really have a best friend. I HAVE MANY BEST FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Where do you go to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Secondary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, umm. hmm, no particular favourite place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Where did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Where did you first kiss your boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nah, i dont have a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Where's your cellphone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eh? ohya, where's my phoneee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*searches for my phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh, its in my room. but now its infront of me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE DO’S/​DOES:​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Do you like someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Do you think anyone likes/loves you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Do you know all your friends' birthdays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL, closer ones. have you forgotten that i have serious problems of STM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nope, happy to be me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Does the future scare you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR WHY’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Why did you get a friendster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;actually i dont know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, cause its starts with an A?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not really sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Why are you doing this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i was tagged to, &amp;amp; i'm kinda bored too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Why are you crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL, since when am i crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE IF’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can i have 2 super powers? please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want to have healing powers, to heal all the sick with one touch. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want to turn back time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeahhhh. i hope i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring one thing, what would you bring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;areoplane/helicopter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so that i can leave. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol, are you mocking me? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont have one. but happy to be single. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah, i think i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesss. but sometimes life can be so sucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, doneeee!&lt;br /&gt;same thing, iwont tag anyone.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna do then do. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i bet no one would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1076641040812611985?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1076641040812611985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1076641040812611985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1076641040812611985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1076641040812611985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-9095264968567962075</id><published>2008-12-01T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:45:46.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow please</title><content type='html'>yes, mt title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;the weather has been horrible.&lt;br /&gt;so freaking hot.&lt;br /&gt;snow please, or at least rain please.&lt;br /&gt;rawrrr, its year end! isnt it supposed to be cooling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, whatever. its december already. how time flies. lol.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i dont know what to say anymore. i'll update alittle more tonight k?&lt;br /&gt;the weather is really killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-9095264968567962075?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/9095264968567962075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=9095264968567962075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/9095264968567962075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/9095264968567962075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-please.html' title='snow please'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8641457611612842109</id><published>2008-11-29T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:09:32.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fact quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so anyways, i've been tagged to this fact thingy. so yes, i'm gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;since it wont take up too much of my time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #1&lt;br /&gt;i've serious problems of STM. its has been deteriorating since i dont know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #2&lt;br /&gt;i get irritated easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #3&lt;br /&gt;i kick/slap/pinch/bash people when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ask my victims! cherilyn &amp;amp; joyce hor. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #4&lt;br /&gt;i dont like to board/get down the bus, it feels like everyone's staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #5&lt;br /&gt;i'm mentally less than 15 &amp;amp; physically older than 15.&lt;br /&gt;cause i get backaches &amp;amp; everything whenever i sit too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #6&lt;br /&gt;i used to be very fat. i mean very very.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that i'm not now, but i used to be fatter. like 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #7&lt;br /&gt;i'm very straightforward sometimes. &amp;amp; i regret being too straightforward at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #8&lt;br /&gt;people always thought i'm the elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;cause i look bigger than my brother. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #9&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm super aunty. but note: NOT KIASU OKAY. its just that i'm quite particular at somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT #10&lt;br /&gt;i cant take jokes. LOL, not really luh. i cant take it when people keeps joking about it.&lt;br /&gt;ONCE IS ENOUGH. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna tag anyone.&lt;br /&gt;just do it if you feel like it, bored.&lt;br /&gt;but i bet nobody will do it. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm like telling you guys my flaws. shiat, wonder what will happen. people might not wanna share bed with me anymoreeee. hahaha, okay luh. thats it. in fact, i have more flaws. 10 facts is just too little. HAHAHA. if you wanna know what are my flaws just ask me lah, k. i'm super willing to tell you all. :D cause nobody's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8641457611612842109?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8641457611612842109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8641457611612842109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8641457611612842109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8641457611612842109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/fact-quiz.html' title='the fact quiz'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-7397865173762534748</id><published>2008-11-28T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:50:20.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooolala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a little advertisement before i start off with my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mandoosohee.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.mandoosohee.wordpress.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, from the link you should know what it is about, WONDERGIRLS SOHEE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yeah, just entertain her luh, &amp;amp; if you're actually a wondergirls fan just go there often lor. she'll be updating! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, back to my normal posting. yup, so went on on 27th November 2008. Jing's BIG DAY!&lt;br /&gt;nope, she isnt getting married. its just a day where she's one step nearer to wrinkles!&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, all of us were late.&lt;br /&gt;so we settled for beverly hills chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/STANhGWTe0I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Bts916-c6Vg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273730025941859138" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/STANhGWTe0I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Bts916-c6Vg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rate it 9/10 stars. Great storyline, &amp;amp; most importantly i didnt think of other things other than watching the show. cause i always think of stuffs in the middle of a movie.&lt;br /&gt;sandy left after the movie&lt;br /&gt;while the rest of us went to shop around in heeren.&lt;br /&gt;then went to far east to grab a bite. which only me &amp;amp; cherilyn ate. then jing had to go. mel followed. oh wells, DONT FORGET YOUR BEAR HUG! xD&lt;br /&gt;then the 3 of us shopped aimlessly. freaking tired. i didnt buy anything though. i didnt see anything nice. :/&lt;br /&gt;so well, after shopping there for i dont know how long. we went over to wisma.&lt;br /&gt;then home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to collect books today.&lt;br /&gt;hah, the boy beside me had so many books! while i only have afew. xD&lt;br /&gt;alrightalright, i used to be like that too. but not anymoreeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;k, like whats there to be happy over. next year is the most important year of your 4 years in kcp. &amp;amp; look at me. damned, super pressurized now. :/&lt;br /&gt;i hope school holidays never end. or it would stop at the first month of school! cause i dont want Os to come so soon.&lt;br /&gt;then we'll soon be transferred over to a bigger place.&lt;br /&gt;like when we're in primary school, its like fishes in a pond.&lt;br /&gt;being protected.&lt;br /&gt;then we keep growing &amp;amp; need to have bigger space, so now we're being transferred to a lake!&lt;br /&gt;then after the Os, we ould be in a river. when everything is over, which means work. we would be swimming in an ocean. we have to support ourselves in order to survive. so many people fighting for a better "place" so they would have more food.&lt;br /&gt;right, i'm gettting out of point.&lt;br /&gt;so anwyays, its just that i dont want to leave this small yet heartwarming lake! noooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, freak. it feels like i'm some sec 4 now. waiting for my results to be out. but actually i'm only sec 3. teeheee. :D&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks. enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tried to be as selfish as you were, but i cant bring myself to do it. which makes me wonder, why am i putting into something which doesnt benefit me? Why am i always the one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-7397865173762534748?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7397865173762534748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=7397865173762534748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7397865173762534748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7397865173762534748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/woooolala.html' title='woooolala.'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/STANhGWTe0I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Bts916-c6Vg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-7210088194857463555</id><published>2008-11-27T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:05:09.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid interview</title><content type='html'>was supposed to post this on the 26th, but since it gonna be 12 soon, i'll wish jingggg here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIJING DARLINGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for that stupid job interview today.&lt;br /&gt;which practically wasted 2 hours of my precious life.&lt;br /&gt;the job is mainly using people's pity for us to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;they asked us to sell a freaking pen which i think only cost about $1 &amp;amp; sell it for $15.&lt;br /&gt;asked us to fake about our background. -.- the worst thing is approach stupid lao ah peks.&lt;br /&gt;so we've decided not to work for them. cheater. but their salary very tempting luh, 250/ week.&lt;br /&gt;k, so after that 2 hours of training us to cheat. we FINALLY left. went over to amk to meet cherilyn's blogshop owner. then over to town for joyce's jap food which she claims its good. okay, its not bad though, somemore its only 3.90. then walked around. over to heeren. shopped around. they were super poor thing. cause they saw things they liked but they dont have enough moneh. awwwwww. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, there's super lots of joke today.&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn called chinatown, LITTLE CHINA.&lt;br /&gt;so joyce said:" INDIATOWN!"&lt;br /&gt;we laughed like mad woman luh.&lt;br /&gt;then we started observing joyce in the train.&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn:" eh,( to joyce) your face looks damn oily luh! *touch* eh, its not lehhh!"&lt;br /&gt;alicia:" really? but it looks oily leh. * touch* ehhhh really leh. BUT why your face will shine?"&lt;br /&gt;joyce:" lol, cause i polish my faceeee!"&lt;br /&gt;okay its something likedat, but its super funnny. i know you dont think its funny. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, P-E-E-K-T-U-R-E-S.&lt;br /&gt;( its actually from below to top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vV0h1-5I/AAAAAAAAAwc/jgp0eLPygnw/s1600-h/DSC02624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272993159389248402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vV0h1-5I/AAAAAAAAAwc/jgp0eLPygnw/s320/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce just have to be &lt;s&gt;extra&lt;/s&gt; unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vV1xWvZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/5Gy8q8Ln1ss/s1600-h/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272993159722745234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vV1xWvZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/5Gy8q8Ln1ss/s320/DSC02622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vVkfOWcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Zamnj2FYaJU/s1600-h/DSC02621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272993155083295170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vVkfOWcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Zamnj2FYaJU/s320/DSC02621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands were shaking like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vVReE0tI/AAAAAAAAAwE/abTzkKSI4Tg/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272993149978202834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vVReE0tI/AAAAAAAAAwE/abTzkKSI4Tg/s320/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vVMTRmGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/obiH1U8pAJQ/s1600-h/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272993148590725218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vVMTRmGI/AAAAAAAAAv8/obiH1U8pAJQ/s320/DSC02619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA, joyceeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u-NhaK7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/kMy89LJfMq8/s1600-h/DSC02618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992753781451698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u-NhaK7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/kMy89LJfMq8/s320/DSC02618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u9igL7YI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TK7cHBB7rmo/s1600-h/DSC02617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992742233599362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u9igL7YI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TK7cHBB7rmo/s320/DSC02617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u9pDMzbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fppG84yDTfc/s1600-h/DSC02616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992743991070130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u9pDMzbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fppG84yDTfc/s320/DSC02616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherilyn: take picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alicia: orh, ehhhh but there's a random person behindddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alicia: *pause awhile* ohhhh, its joyceee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u9XYeC0I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Y5KCUTxRrUs/s1600-h/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992739248442178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u9XYeC0I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Y5KCUTxRrUs/s320/DSC02615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u9Vb_kKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/n35v48BBpEQ/s1600-h/DSC02614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992738726351010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1u9Vb_kKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/n35v48BBpEQ/s320/DSC02614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd attempt!(without ugly reflections)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1uqhBoAvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/qp7Jh_X2Zrk/s1600-h/DSC02613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992415419466482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1uqhBoAvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/qp7Jh_X2Zrk/s320/DSC02613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she looks pretty normal huh.&lt;br /&gt;alicia; omggg, i cant see your eyessss!( laughs like mad.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1uqGmzNwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/N_qNX9Xo5Uc/s1600-h/DSC02612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992408327632642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1uqGmzNwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/N_qNX9Xo5Uc/s320/DSC02612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1up6xMtvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Ea0eq_Dqm5U/s1600-h/DSC02611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992405150021362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1up6xMtvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Ea0eq_Dqm5U/s320/DSC02611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NERD.(compare with MSN's emoticon the one with the nerd smile!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1uoXoX77I/AAAAAAAAAu0/1GmbBfhRNbo/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992378537897906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1uoXoX77I/AAAAAAAAAu0/1GmbBfhRNbo/s320/DSC02608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry, there's something wrong with me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1unI2c03I/AAAAAAAAAus/7_fsZRIM1P4/s1600-h/DSC02605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272992357390537586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1unI2c03I/AAAAAAAAAus/7_fsZRIM1P4/s320/DSC02605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep cutting people off from the pictureee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t-rySiJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ufijBZ5kBH4/s1600-h/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272991662393690258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t-rySiJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ufijBZ5kBH4/s320/DSC02604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not it would be blurrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t-oMAT_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/_NAaQjKpxpg/s1600-h/DSC02603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272991661427806194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t-oMAT_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/_NAaQjKpxpg/s320/DSC02603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i look freaking weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t-dI6ipI/AAAAAAAAAuU/AoYgIA20ex0/s1600-h/DSC02602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272991658462055058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t-dI6ipI/AAAAAAAAAuU/AoYgIA20ex0/s320/DSC02602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHOSEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t93mdLaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/txEi77wTdko/s1600-h/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272991648385412514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t93mdLaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/txEi77wTdko/s320/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, GUESS GUESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no prizes for correct guess though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t9mZk08I/AAAAAAAAAuE/xmHJ-qUM5E8/s1600-h/DSC02599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272991643767985090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1t9mZk08I/AAAAAAAAAuE/xmHJ-qUM5E8/s320/DSC02599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i know you can only see 2 figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some pictures are still with joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i know you're happy cause i'm posting pictures right? cause you can see my cute face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha, OUT WIT JING TMRRR! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights, update soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-7210088194857463555?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7210088194857463555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=7210088194857463555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7210088194857463555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7210088194857463555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-interview.html' title='stupid interview'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS1vV0h1-5I/AAAAAAAAAwc/jgp0eLPygnw/s72-c/DSC02624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-6826150435970346166</id><published>2008-11-27T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:35:11.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFTEEN</title><content type='html'>yes, even though i wished you here in the previous post i still think i should dedicate a short post for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS4GDJ_IBBI/AAAAAAAAAwk/8kj0or_I0z8/s1600-h/DSC02405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273158864987489298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS4GDJ_IBBI/AAAAAAAAAwk/8kj0or_I0z8/s320/DSC02405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIJING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest lijing,&lt;br /&gt;even though we keep laughing at you for your small little cute eyes, you must know that we still love you. you're finallllly 15! gonna get your isee soon. ;D then you wont get left out. hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;alright, you know what? my mind suddenly went blank. so i forgot what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, SHALL HUG YOU LATER TO SHOW HOW MY LOVE FOR YOU! hahahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your dearest piggg,&lt;br /&gt;Alicia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-6826150435970346166?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6826150435970346166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=6826150435970346166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6826150435970346166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6826150435970346166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/fifteen.html' title='FIFTEEN'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SS4GDJ_IBBI/AAAAAAAAAwk/8kj0or_I0z8/s72-c/DSC02405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3057096729795559549</id><published>2008-11-25T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:24:34.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day out</title><content type='html'>went out yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn was being super retarded.&lt;br /&gt;she called river island. hai de dao. -.-&lt;br /&gt;direct translation for whatever shop that we pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i could only give her the -.- face.&lt;br /&gt;she did many retarded stuffs, but i cant remember them.&lt;br /&gt;i just know we kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;lol, right no pictures again.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're sad, cause you cant see my cute face. ;D&lt;br /&gt;omgosh, i cant stand myself. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm still desperately looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm looking for it now. but at the same time i'm also at online shops.&lt;br /&gt;lol, i thinking of earning monehhh so i can spend them. xD&lt;br /&gt;alright, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3057096729795559549?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3057096729795559549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3057096729795559549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3057096729795559549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3057096729795559549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-out.html' title='day out'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-7209139402225312628</id><published>2008-11-24T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:24:40.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>right, there's something wrong with my computer.&lt;br /&gt;i cant open more than 1 window. how cool, not.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so freaking frustrated, because of every single thing thats happening.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling ultra super pissed off, cause everything doesnt seem to go my way.&lt;br /&gt;right, its really time to get a diary. i'll get a name for my diary once i get it. then it wont sound so outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rants:&lt;br /&gt;please read, DO NOT.&lt;br /&gt;*startes typing, suddenly back spaced everything.*&lt;br /&gt;why? cause i know you'll still read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-7209139402225312628?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7209139402225312628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=7209139402225312628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7209139402225312628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7209139402225312628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-6496808948685034530</id><published>2008-11-21T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:21:27.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more peektures</title><content type='html'>alright, more peeektures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQa0Od32I/AAAAAAAAAts/80r7TzhAjGg/s1600-h/DSC01981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129572998242146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQa0Od32I/AAAAAAAAAts/80r7TzhAjGg/s320/DSC01981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQa-Nf8qI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fwEnxeWSLBQ/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129575678538402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQa-Nf8qI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fwEnxeWSLBQ/s320/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQa51aPZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/LzyRlHnABB8/s1600-h/DSC01979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129574503759250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQa51aPZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/LzyRlHnABB8/s320/DSC01979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unglam = need to coverrrr. :D dont you think i look so damn cute. omg, i realised i got &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;face. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQatFlY2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ENlqM9t77o4/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129571081937762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQatFlY2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ENlqM9t77o4/s320/DSC01978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQapAm17I/AAAAAAAAAtM/1tSnNbKLh24/s1600-h/DSC01977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129569987319730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQapAm17I/AAAAAAAAAtM/1tSnNbKLh24/s320/DSC01977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQr5haOAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/XOqyhVsgfSs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129866477647874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQr5haOAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/XOqyhVsgfSs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she looked super retarded so need to cover. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQsDKNmiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/grhw-sj0wYY/s1600-h/DSCN4689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271129869064706594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQsDKNmiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/grhw-sj0wYY/s320/DSCN4689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timo is being sooooo cooperativeee, NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been loooking for jobs online these few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause you know i'm broke. * shows wallet*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm desperately finding a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawrrrrrr, wish me luck. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-6496808948685034530?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6496808948685034530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=6496808948685034530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6496808948685034530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6496808948685034530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-peektures.html' title='more peektures'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSbQa0Od32I/AAAAAAAAAts/80r7TzhAjGg/s72-c/DSC01981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4363250176076977658</id><published>2008-11-21T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:16:47.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSWZc_hm_JI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xskzAWoy1HE/s1600-h/DSC02487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270787662274821266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSWZc_hm_JI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xskzAWoy1HE/s320/DSC02487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cause of me yawning the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, there's some stupid construction around my area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i woke up cause of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they were freaking drilling right outside my room. &amp;amp; i could no longer go back to lala land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9am in the morning please. i need my sleep you know. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so woke up used the computer. till after lunch. realised they stopped so went to visit lala. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so how weird are they? drilling in the morning &amp;amp; stop drilling in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i think its time for me to sleep ealier these days as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;firstly, because i would always get called up by their drillings in the morning &amp;amp; i need at least 8 hours of sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secondly, pimples are popping out due to lack of sleep/ sleep too late. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thirdly &amp;amp; most importantly, cause i'm a pig mah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, so bought a new school bag todayyyy. * smiles widely*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks mommy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided on backpack again cause i guess next year is gonna be horrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cousin introduced me to a show again, We Got Married.  so many episodes, rawrrrrrr. shall watch it when i've lots of time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, go watch some videos &amp;amp; off to bed. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4363250176076977658?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4363250176076977658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4363250176076977658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4363250176076977658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4363250176076977658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/lack-of-sleep.html' title='lack of sleep'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSWZc_hm_JI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xskzAWoy1HE/s72-c/DSC02487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-5886108846716115270</id><published>2008-11-19T23:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:06:18.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>success</title><content type='html'>so yes, gonna update about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;one fun &amp;amp; successful outing. :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone that turned up, helped to cook, told jokes, start the fire even though you were skill-less huh louis. lols, but well thanks! as long as you turned up &amp;amp; cooperated.&lt;br /&gt;met up with bird day girl for lunch first. then in a blink it was already 2.20. lucky everyone was late. rushed to buy the stuffs. then went to meet the rest. missed the first bus, we were like pointing &amp;amp; trying to ask if everybody's here. &amp;amp; their reaction was like -.- so the bus left. waited for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kinda got lost, so we cabbed there. even with taxi, the guys still lost their way. -.- haha, so we met up with those that were there. found junkang with dye-ed hair. :O super shocked. but he looked okay lah. then slowly everyone came. wanted to cycle but nobody was bothering us. cause they were all looking at the present kp bought for lijing.&lt;br /&gt;so joyce, sandy &amp;amp; me went cycling. enjoying the air &amp;amp; sceneries. cycled till we almost died found the food village which was superrrr far. then cycled back. we kept disturbing sandy cause we were infront. in the end,i was like last. cause my butt was superrr numb &amp;amp; i felt super uncomfortable. lol, went back they started the fire started bbq-ing. blahblahblah. celebrated cherilyn's bithday. SUPER TOUCHED RIGHT. you must be. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then soon everyone left. leaving joyce,sandy,cherilyn,jing,kp,timo,geraint &amp;amp; me. walked all the way to eat carrot cake. then kp, timo &amp;amp; jing left. so went over to the smelly water to sit. sudden;y joyce took out her phone &amp;amp; started playing those retarded voice clips of geraint. laughed like nobody's business. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" smelt like a fat pig, stink like a bee."&lt;/span&gt; suddenly, dont know what happen the phone was banged off my hand. *pong* in went for a swim. her phone super power when we took it up it could still work until joyce took everything out. then we couldnt start the phone anymore. super afraid that it might explode. hahaha. then daddy fetched all of us home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEEEKTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0mlaNfbI/AAAAAAAAAs0/K38wltBTzZQ/s1600-h/DSC02483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395301412044210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0mlaNfbI/AAAAAAAAAs0/K38wltBTzZQ/s320/DSC02483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-t1D6vI/AAAAAAAAArU/xUo3oa0F0hU/s1600-h/DSC02388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394616477379314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-t1D6vI/AAAAAAAAArU/xUo3oa0F0hU/s320/DSC02388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-x54L5I/AAAAAAAAArc/SJKjj9FwQO0/s1600-h/DSC02389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394617571323794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-x54L5I/AAAAAAAAArc/SJKjj9FwQO0/s320/DSC02389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, super big 2 peace came from this person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-2ql3LI/AAAAAAAAArk/XjrNCICIKtk/s1600-h/DSC02396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394618849385650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-2ql3LI/AAAAAAAAArk/XjrNCICIKtk/s320/DSC02396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0lyCno7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/6HUN7rhjWvI/s1600-h/DSC02406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395287622886322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0lyCno7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/6HUN7rhjWvI/s320/DSC02406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally a front view of him. why they dont to take peektures ah?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ1cjNgnWI/AAAAAAAAAs8/XsnYtCKuCP4/s1600-h/DSC02404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270396228534836578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ1cjNgnWI/AAAAAAAAAs8/XsnYtCKuCP4/s320/DSC02404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that skill-less person, joking lah. at least you started the fire but with the help of jing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0Vj8epLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8ePL6Z1r8ZY/s1600-h/DSC02405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395008961127602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0Vj8epLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8ePL6Z1r8ZY/s320/DSC02405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: " eh, why you close your eyes?"&lt;br /&gt;jing:" no?! i never!"&lt;br /&gt;me: *shows people around me*&lt;br /&gt;joyce:" ya lah, why you close your eyes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0mKQXVsI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ThSE5HQxmK4/s1600-h/DSC02407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395294122989250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0mKQXVsI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ThSE5HQxmK4/s320/DSC02407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you cant see anything. cause its not meant for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0mRyTs9I/AAAAAAAAAsk/oUew3u1a3qM/s1600-h/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395296144405458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0mRyTs9I/AAAAAAAAAsk/oUew3u1a3qM/s320/DSC02409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to cherilyn happy birthday to you~ ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0mkIveOI/AAAAAAAAAss/F3VV6hR3CP4/s1600-h/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395301070338274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0mkIveOI/AAAAAAAAAss/F3VV6hR3CP4/s320/DSC02410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its supposed to be a &lt;s&gt;barney&lt;/s&gt; bunny. but someone stepped on it. :/&lt;br /&gt;hah, that barney thing was started by junkang!&lt;br /&gt;gracia:" eh, ( i cant remember what she said, but i know it was something to do with the bunny.)&lt;br /&gt;junjang: huh? what bunny? that purple thingy?&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;me: *started laughing* not BARNEY, but BUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;super jokeeee. hahaha. but thanks ah, for fan-ing meee! :D&lt;br /&gt; some of the peektures are still not with me. when joyce post it on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,on monday i went all the way to bugis by myself to get some gifts. :)&lt;br /&gt;waited so long for it k? ;D&lt;br /&gt;didnt know where to go, cause i was alone. then went to get papers for the card. shopped around went back to the shop. not ready continue walking. finally it was done. :)&lt;br /&gt;joyce's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-g6hEPI/AAAAAAAAArM/yzaTQmA9B3U/s1600-h/DSC02372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394613010600178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-g6hEPI/AAAAAAAAArM/yzaTQmA9B3U/s320/DSC02372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-csDO-I/AAAAAAAAArE/WgYu0vKMO0o/s1600-h/DSC02370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270394611876183010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQz-csDO-I/AAAAAAAAArE/WgYu0vKMO0o/s320/DSC02370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to thank yizhen for telling me where to make. if not, i might not even get any present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks alot! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, i'm seriously damn broke nowww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got good job offers? best if there's IT show. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money keep going out, neh come in one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k,bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes its just damn saddening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-5886108846716115270?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5886108846716115270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=5886108846716115270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5886108846716115270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5886108846716115270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/success.html' title='success'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSQ0mlaNfbI/AAAAAAAAAs0/K38wltBTzZQ/s72-c/DSC02483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-733422741634575841</id><published>2008-11-19T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:37:24.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead beat</title><content type='html'>um, yesterday was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to say, but i guess my mind's too occupied that i cant remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can remember is that joyce phone felt that the weather was too hot or something &amp;amp; jump into the smelly pond. &amp;amp; now, look what happened? it died.&lt;br /&gt;right, we tried to save it but i dont know. just couldnt save it.&lt;br /&gt;alright, more detailed updates tmr! as well as peektures. :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm like super broke now.&lt;br /&gt;ka-ching ka-ching. ):&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrrrrr, stop spending lah alicia!&lt;br /&gt;okay thats it. i cant go on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;GRACIA &amp;amp; MELISSA.Z ENJOY YOUR COMBODIA TRIP K? DONT FORGET TO MISS ME! :)&lt;br /&gt;alright, not like she can see it. dont think i'll be able to call/text them later. shall do it now. *smiles super widely*&lt;br /&gt;hope they wont get disturbed by the message. :/&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-733422741634575841?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/733422741634575841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=733422741634575841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/733422741634575841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/733422741634575841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/dead-beat.html' title='dead beat'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3875063082450878309</id><published>2008-11-18T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:07:31.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally fifteeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSGjov6FaDI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ad3nQXIfCNk/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269672959450376242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSGjov6FaDI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ad3nQXIfCNk/s320/DSC01320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY, DARLING! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, its her birthday. since i cant be the first to wish her. i'll be the first to post a happy birthday wish on my blog! :D *looks at time*&lt;br /&gt;you're finally 15! yay, lets all leave lijing out. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shall dedicate this post to you. :D how sweet of me hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LIKE HOW I LOVE PIGS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your darling pig,&lt;br /&gt;Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn meaningful, i bet you're touched. cause you should know how much i adore pigs. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright update after the BBQ tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3875063082450878309?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3875063082450878309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3875063082450878309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3875063082450878309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3875063082450878309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-fifteeen.html' title='finally fifteeen'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSGjov6FaDI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ad3nQXIfCNk/s72-c/DSC01320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-5012427111287725390</id><published>2008-11-16T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:24:53.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSAs3AuJ5bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rDPWuGYbshk/s1600-h/DSC02295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269260887621494194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSAs3AuJ5bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rDPWuGYbshk/s320/DSC02295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored? nah, i'm just obsessed over my name. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i bet you know i'm super bored.&lt;br /&gt;the BBQ thing is making me go madddd.&lt;br /&gt;so well, my brain hasnt been functioning well these days.&lt;br /&gt;i cant think properly. maybe its just me, not concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;hah, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;the UK people are back.&lt;br /&gt;fine, i'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;i dont regret not going though. :]&lt;br /&gt;i also dont regret going to korea. *inserts super big smiley*&lt;br /&gt;but i cant host. :/&lt;br /&gt;nevermind though, i'll just go out with them. if they're going out alone. i mean without the school.&lt;br /&gt;actually i can host, if its not during the new year days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-5012427111287725390?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5012427111287725390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=5012427111287725390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5012427111287725390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5012427111287725390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/yet-again.html' title='yet again'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SSAs3AuJ5bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rDPWuGYbshk/s72-c/DSC02295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1581587836660333521</id><published>2008-11-16T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:18:53.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom kills.</title><content type='html'>dang, i freaking bored.&lt;br /&gt;changed blogskin, cause the previous got screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;update again later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1581587836660333521?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1581587836660333521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1581587836660333521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1581587836660333521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1581587836660333521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredom-kills.html' title='Boredom kills.'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-6795997926959307352</id><published>2008-11-14T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:46:39.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing down? not. :D</title><content type='html'>dont worry peeps.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna close down this space.&lt;br /&gt;cause it contains memories.&lt;br /&gt;you know, memories leh.&lt;br /&gt;they're like priceless. :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm still gonna continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;maybe personal stuffs, are going into that personal book of mine. i dont know, havent thought about it. but 100% gurantee + chop stamp. this site will be updated. :D&lt;br /&gt;right, so went out today again.&lt;br /&gt;yes, bugis &amp;amp; town. :D&lt;br /&gt;only to realise how freaking small singapore is.&lt;br /&gt;so despite the rain, we went ahead with our plans.&lt;br /&gt;shopping.&lt;br /&gt;bought stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;then walked around.&lt;br /&gt;starbucks. :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;gossiped, laughed, talked do our normal stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i'm damn lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;ohya, cherilyn called me a sua gu.&lt;br /&gt;because i didnt know that Novena got Cotton On.&lt;br /&gt;not my fault, k? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i realised when we go out without joyce, there will be no peektures!&lt;br /&gt;i want peeeekturessss. ):&lt;br /&gt;i wanna fly to taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrrrrrrr. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;sandy you better turn up uh, cause i want kitkats! xD&lt;br /&gt;okay, kidding about the kitkat part.&lt;br /&gt;sandy chua si hui, you better turn up. :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-6795997926959307352?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6795997926959307352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=6795997926959307352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6795997926959307352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6795997926959307352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/closing-down-not-d.html' title='closing down? not. :D'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2251137367204595988</id><published>2008-11-12T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:27:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i dont know why, isit just me or what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i thinking too much? or am i just afraid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope it wont happen. i hope it never happens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll try to prevent it from happening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short post before i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;i have so much on my mind, but i dont wanna say anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just make my own decisions, &amp;amp; carry on with life. :D&lt;br /&gt;this online journal thing is getting useless. i think to myself "should i type it here?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my decision will be no. i dont know, i just dont want people to comment on it or ask me question about things.&lt;br /&gt;maybe a diary might be a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;alright, its time i pop the pill &amp;amp; go to lala land.&lt;br /&gt;*sneezes*&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2251137367204595988?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2251137367204595988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2251137367204595988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2251137367204595988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2251137367204595988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/neglected.html' title='neglected'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-5917820625477445644</id><published>2008-11-10T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:46:48.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not-so-well</title><content type='html'>arghhh, i dont feel well.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid my brother would pass his sickness to me.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i dont wanna end up like him.&lt;br /&gt;visiting the toilet thousand times a day&lt;br /&gt;merlion-ing almost all that he had consumed.&lt;br /&gt;yes, even his medicine.&lt;br /&gt;i bet that feels terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been doing anything productive this few days.&lt;br /&gt;shopping online, but all blogshops are selling the freaking same stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;trying to think if activities for the upcoming BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling pressurize cause sandy said: "it better be a good one."&lt;br /&gt;cause she didnt want to come, but i forced her to. &amp;amp; she's giving me pressure! rawrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;doing some holiday assignments, guess what? i've yet to even complete anyone of those.&lt;br /&gt;my homeworks are snowballing, cause i still have tution homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to pack my books, its piling up like no one's business right now, i cant even stuff a small little thing it. yes, its time to pack. shall wait till i collect my books!&lt;br /&gt;just ordered my books.&lt;br /&gt;2 subjects, 4 books.&lt;br /&gt;plus, some optional stuffs blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i'm blogging is because i'm waiting for my DS to charge to at least half. so that i could walk around with it, i dont like to stay at a particular place to play it.&lt;br /&gt;alright, cherilyn's online.&lt;br /&gt;so while waiting, i shall talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;bye peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-5917820625477445644?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5917820625477445644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=5917820625477445644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5917820625477445644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5917820625477445644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-so-well.html' title='not-so-well'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8477433606124582641</id><published>2008-11-09T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:13:37.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, SHERMAINE &amp;amp; KRISTY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh, i forgot to wish them here yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;boohoo, update alittle more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8477433606124582641?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8477433606124582641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8477433606124582641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8477433606124582641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8477433606124582641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-belated-birthday-shermaine-kristy.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-6671776298806630992</id><published>2008-11-08T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:03:34.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yesterday met up with cherilyn,joyce &amp;amp; geraint.&lt;br /&gt;trained towards jurong east side for a change.&lt;br /&gt;sun plaza was super boring. spend like less than half an hour there.&lt;br /&gt;over to woodlands, causeway point.&lt;br /&gt;had lunched, &amp;amp; we laughed till we all almost died. xD&lt;br /&gt;walked around. joyce wanted to buy her archie comics. lol, must lend me ah. :D&lt;br /&gt;then walked &amp;amp; walked &amp;amp; walked, before heading towards our next destination.&lt;br /&gt;without joyce &amp;amp; geraint though. joyce went to do her WG stuff -.- while geraint wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;so me &amp;amp; cherilyn went over to chua chu kang.&lt;br /&gt;shopped around for an hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;then decided to go to the end. jurong east, imm.&lt;br /&gt;super cold, shopped.&lt;br /&gt;over to AMK hub afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;then bishan.&lt;br /&gt;alright, we've decided that marina bay side is soooo much better.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay. everybody's sick.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm the active one left.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-6671776298806630992?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6671776298806630992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=6671776298806630992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6671776298806630992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6671776298806630992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-yesterday-met-up-with-cherilynjoyce.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3022949615027456577</id><published>2008-11-07T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:28:58.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nooooooooo~ they're like freaking going out tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i cant gooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;cause i still have tution homwork not done &amp;amp; its due on sunday. i'm not free on saturday either.&lt;br /&gt;70% not going. rawrrrrrrrrr, homeworks i hate you! you keep me at home. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;ass, grrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;okay guess what? instead of ranting, i'll go do something productive. COMPLETE MY FREAKING HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED/CONTINUED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomg, i'm able to go out with them later. (cause i'm posting this on friday. :D)&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around screaming &amp;amp; shouting like mad.*&lt;br /&gt;i thought i will not be able to go out with them luh.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall post before i leave house to meet some of my girls as well as geraint &amp;amp; i dont know already. this thing is so freaking last minute, but luckily they even bothered to ask me or something.  so i'm not too sure who going. lijing cant gooo. :(&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrrrrr, conversation with sandy was *speecheless*. okay fine, super retarded.&lt;br /&gt;i was so damn bloody bored so sandy suggested that we'll quarrel. so we quarreled! haha, over kitkats? okay thats like super retarded. then talked about private stuffs. blahblah, then she went off cause she got shooting todayyyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i better go &amp;amp; bathe &amp;amp; prepare already. update again tonight/tmr! :D&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/32832829-3022949615027456577?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3022949615027456577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3022949615027456577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3022949615027456577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3022949615027456577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/nooooooooo-theyre-like-freaking-going.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-6099173667210962506</id><published>2008-11-05T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:49:41.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to watch HSM3.&lt;br /&gt;damn it, although i never watch 1 &amp;amp; 2 which seems boring.&lt;br /&gt;but i've been hearing lots of good comments about HSM3.&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo gonna watch it. :D&lt;br /&gt;i also wanna go shopping. *hints to the girls*&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so well, had a conversation with lijing yesterday. which made me laugh the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;but she isnt laughing. because i'm too imaginative? we were competing for the bhb queen award.&lt;br /&gt;which i got it, but she won the bhb empress award. *claps claps*&lt;br /&gt;but well, i still think that i'm a cute chubby(-.-) innocent loveable pig.&lt;br /&gt;dont deny, cause thats lying. &amp;amp; dont teachers teach that we have to be honest. i dont want you guys to have a super long nose just because you denied the fact that i'm a cute chubby(-.-) innocent loveable pig.&lt;br /&gt;hah! &amp;amp; the reason why i keep laughing is because we were somehow talking about one of post in her blog. about that dumb questions one. yeah, so i asked her " how's your guitar?' which is one of the MOST retarded &amp;amp; dumb question ever! like why in the hell are you asking me how's my guitar?! its not like i'm able to talk to it or something. that suddenly the image of lijing asking the guitar question just pop out of nowhere. damn retarded. well, yoou have to imagine it then you'll get what i mean. * cant stop laughing*&lt;br /&gt;okay, i want a job or something productive to do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i realised i haven complete my CIP hours yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;br /&gt;ps: joyce is totally mad over WG. *sighs* she's telling me her day today. how they stalked WG. HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-6099173667210962506?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6099173667210962506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=6099173667210962506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6099173667210962506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6099173667210962506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-watch-hsm3.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-6478808492937325036</id><published>2008-11-04T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:59:39.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sandy's back! :D&lt;br /&gt;which means i can start disturbing her in the afternoon cause i'm really really bored.&lt;br /&gt;well, i need a freaking haircut soon. but, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like using the super laggy &amp;amp; slow computer because my brother announced that his olevel can be said as over. although he still has 1 more paper. why am i telling you all this shit? because if his olevels are over, it means that i wont be able to use the faster &amp;amp; better computer. cause thats his. something likedat. which is totally sickening, cause this computer really gets on my nervessssssssss. rawrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm reallly really bored. &amp;amp; i dont know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;what can someone blog about if she's at home almost the whole day, 24 hours leh!&lt;br /&gt;someone, anyone get me out of this house can? umm, not this week. next week!&lt;br /&gt;okay crap, i just realised that the june holidays are like busier than this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;almost half of the june holidays i was out on courses, cca or school. whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;for once, i hate the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin: how many percent already?&lt;br /&gt;me umm, 25?&lt;br /&gt;hah! the percentage of my decomposition.&lt;br /&gt;she keep asking me to work, but the problem is i'm only 15!:/&lt;br /&gt;i want to work. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-6478808492937325036?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6478808492937325036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=6478808492937325036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6478808492937325036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6478808492937325036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/sandys-back-d-which-means-i-can-start.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-633832942540757326</id><published>2008-11-02T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:28:50.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tution resumed again today. after that short 2 weeks break.&lt;br /&gt;didnt felt like having tution today.&lt;br /&gt;survived that 2hours 15 minutes of math tution. she started all the way from indices again.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i was 16 then i will be able to go work instead of wasting my time at home rotting.&lt;br /&gt;imagine if we had shopping as a &lt;s&gt;class outing&lt;/s&gt;gathering.&lt;br /&gt;lol. *wonders how it'll be like*&lt;br /&gt;i realised we have never ending amount of homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;math itself is already the killer. still got so many others.&lt;br /&gt;ah well, go off first before i start ranting.&lt;br /&gt;*disappears*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-633832942540757326?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/633832942540757326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=633832942540757326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/633832942540757326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/633832942540757326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/tution-resumed-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1505236843817412637</id><published>2008-11-02T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:52:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA &amp; NIGHT SAFARI! :D</title><content type='html'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;why cant singapore celebrate halloween?life would be so much funner!&lt;br /&gt;okay anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY VITO! sorry couldnt join the rest to celebrate your birthday with you. :(&lt;br /&gt;so well yesterdays class outing, which doesnt really feel like a class outing turned out fine.&lt;br /&gt;met up with the people then we headed to vivo for giant.&lt;br /&gt;giant is so giant, we cant even find the freaking drinks section.&lt;br /&gt;lol, bought out drinks &amp;amp; went over to sentosa. \&lt;br /&gt;changed,went over to the water. too bad i cant get into the water, so dissapointing!:(&lt;br /&gt;chalet chalet!&lt;br /&gt;alright, then played all sort of games. blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;some of us got distracted by something.okay, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;the only joke is when shermaine hit roy's head. hahahaha. :X&lt;br /&gt;then we left sentosa at around 6? not really sure about the time though.&lt;br /&gt;headed to vivo for their superdog. which i didnt eat.&lt;br /&gt;roy &amp;amp; chinteck left first. cause roy didnt have enough money, and chinteck followed him?&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to night safari.&lt;br /&gt;went in, super crowded, noisy &amp;amp; creepy as said by joyce.&lt;br /&gt;collected the money for entrance fee, only then geraint realised that he lost his wallet with his IC in it.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, me &amp;amp; cherilyn remembered their cab's license plate.&lt;br /&gt;we continued with the trail. felt like camp.&lt;br /&gt;i got scare by that stupid bush man. lol. then everything else was fine.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh! &amp;amp; those bats. they scared us, we screamed end up the bats got scared by us instead. xD&lt;br /&gt;then walked &amp;amp; walked &amp;amp; walked.&lt;br /&gt;joyce who was hearing her mp3, was only looking for the entrance!&lt;br /&gt;but only the front part got people come out to scare us.&lt;br /&gt;then we finally got out. sweaty &amp;amp; smelly.&lt;br /&gt;we then decided to look for the vampires,zombies,mummy &amp;amp; bush man again. without joyce.&lt;br /&gt;saw that bah kai girl in red again. thats the only thing that i'm afraid. she is like so damn freaking scary!&lt;br /&gt;lijing got scare by the same vampire AGAIN. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;then we went out after that.&lt;br /&gt;so its kinda dissapointing lah, expected more.&lt;br /&gt;not really worth of our 22 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;bused to amk. then trained back to bishan &amp;amp; walking home with joyce. :D&lt;br /&gt;so peeektures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHpL2Os_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/xpRJhRDgPqA/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263731206113899506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHpL2Os_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/xpRJhRDgPqA/s320/DSC01955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop counting, 12 cards in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHo3xXZwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/i5wPwNjT2v4/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263731200724788994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHo3xXZwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/i5wPwNjT2v4/s320/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh? i forgot when we took this. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHoAShhNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/WIt7iO6DuE8/s1600-h/DSC02154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263731185831478482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHoAShhNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/WIt7iO6DuE8/s320/DSC02154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHnk0zPKI/AAAAAAAAAqM/cctaLw6Sdc4/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263731178459053218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHnk0zPKI/AAAAAAAAAqM/cctaLw6Sdc4/s320/DSC02153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reminds me of the ball that hit his head. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzipwzoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/0PsL39h5RE0/s1600-h/DSC01961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730284522688130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzipwzoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/0PsL39h5RE0/s320/DSC01961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GROUP SHOTTT! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzcPsJaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/uu7lyb_bvZs/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730282802718114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzcPsJaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/uu7lyb_bvZs/s320/DSC01962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tsk, cut lijing's head. poor photography skills, kidding. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzcKpcGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OVl20wD8Esw/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730282781569122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzcKpcGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OVl20wD8Esw/s320/DSC01963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait, lijing's face looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHok1HwsI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kTvFVs0D2qA/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263731195640267458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHok1HwsI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kTvFVs0D2qA/s320/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIJING'S HANKERCHEIF(sp?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzDarVdI/AAAAAAAAAps/ypoXZZqs6Xk/s1600-h/IMG_7845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730276137915858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzDarVdI/AAAAAAAAAps/ypoXZZqs6Xk/s320/IMG_7845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherilyn's supposed to be inside. *stares at timo* hahaha, the other one looked scarier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzByrYrI/AAAAAAAAApk/jrPxoGoksbM/s1600-h/IMG_7846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263730275701711538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyGzByrYrI/AAAAAAAAApk/jrPxoGoksbM/s320/IMG_7846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOWNSSSSS! i dont know why kp,joyce &amp;amp; lijing dont like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think they're okay leh! lol, looks pretty retarded what. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: about the wallet, the taxi driver drove it to geraint's house. great service! :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1505236843817412637?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1505236843817412637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1505236843817412637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1505236843817412637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1505236843817412637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/sentosa-night-safari-d.html' title='SENTOSA &amp; NIGHT SAFARI! :D'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQyHpL2Os_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/xpRJhRDgPqA/s72-c/DSC01955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1710794751176890323</id><published>2008-10-30T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:05:10.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;my life revolves about computer &amp;amp; teevee only&lt;br /&gt;thus, i'm really glad i'm able to leave the house tmr!&lt;br /&gt;like, finallly!&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrrrrr, why am i so free?&lt;br /&gt;lol, i'd rather there's things for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so useless right now, sitting infront of the computer/tevee everyday.&lt;br /&gt;trying to get some entertainment, but its just seem that i dont feel entertained at all.&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if i'm grounded huh, but no i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;it is just that i'm not allowed to go out too frequently.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i feel like a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;but if i think i tell them i'm going out to shop for clothes, i guess i'd be able to leave the house more often?&lt;br /&gt;i've the sudden urge to go to school. :/&lt;br /&gt;oh, call me mad.&lt;br /&gt;holidays, isnt it what i've been waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;but sigh.&lt;br /&gt;entertain me if you see me online during the afternoons, alright? cause that period of time is one of the most boring period of my day.&lt;br /&gt;so my cousin just entertained me just now. :D&lt;br /&gt;just what i needed. telling me how much she needed to pee just now, but she's having a practical which she cant miss. lol, joke. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been meddling with some peektures just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQlqT7VEFRI/AAAAAAAAApc/-XLaYz__IaM/s1600-h/we%27re+popular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262854530135233810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQlqT7VEFRI/AAAAAAAAApc/-XLaYz__IaM/s320/we%27re+popular.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQlqThotcwI/AAAAAAAAApU/akf2E5Kd0gY/s1600-h/they+love+me..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262854523238314754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQlqThotcwI/AAAAAAAAApU/akf2E5Kd0gY/s320/they+love+me..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt know i'm so well-liked. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQlqTH2uAmI/AAAAAAAAApM/kXoXrUljWe8/s1600-h/red,yellow,blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262854516317749858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQlqTH2uAmI/AAAAAAAAApM/kXoXrUljWe8/s320/red,yellow,blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody's doing it uh, so i tried too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1710794751176890323?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1710794751176890323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1710794751176890323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1710794751176890323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1710794751176890323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQlqT7VEFRI/AAAAAAAAApc/-XLaYz__IaM/s72-c/we%27re+popular.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8338775233543950269</id><published>2008-10-28T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:44:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so well, staying at home the entire day is the worst thing anyone could do during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm feeling pathetic these few days.&lt;br /&gt;guess all this staying at home had cause me to trigger some thoughts about my interest.&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking this few days.&lt;br /&gt;what are the things i'm actually interested in?&lt;br /&gt;what courses should i take after my Os?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fashion designing&lt;/strong&gt; was what i thought of at first. but i had to burst the bubble because i was enable to draw nicely. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;psychology &lt;/strong&gt;was next may it be child/adult. but didnt think much about it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tourism&lt;/strong&gt; was next. well, thinking that i might have lots of work opportunities because of the building of IR in singapore. but well, the cut-off-point is wayyyy tooo low. :/ but if i've a chance, this might be the course i'll be taking.&lt;br /&gt;then i was drawn back to &lt;strong&gt;psychology&lt;/strong&gt;. which now i think its actually pretty fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;although mummy have always wanted us to be lawyers &amp;amp; doctors. but nah, i dont like cutting of bodies. neither do i have that ability to talk so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i also want to take up new skills!&lt;br /&gt;photography&lt;br /&gt;hairstyling.&lt;br /&gt;languages.&lt;br /&gt;musical instruments.&lt;br /&gt;manicure/pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, its good to learn right? even though some people will go huh?! you want to learn e.g manicure?! are you in your right mind? but who knows maybe someday, i might need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to try new things as well.&lt;br /&gt;diving&lt;br /&gt;wakeboarding&lt;br /&gt;havent think much about this yet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, only now i realise there's so many things in life i've not tried!&lt;br /&gt;life isnt all about studies, playing or even shopping.&lt;br /&gt;holidays have pretty much let me know the path of life.&lt;br /&gt;with all these interest, i'll be able to work towards it. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;also, i've always wanted to step behind the scenes of concerts/variety shows/dramas/movies.&lt;br /&gt;i want to know how is it like behind the scenes. i dont know why, but i just want to experience it myself.&lt;br /&gt;like what people always say, experiencing it is better than just reading it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i've been super duper bored these few days.&lt;br /&gt;why does it seem like i'm the only one who is super freee?&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for friday, i need to get myself out of boredom. :D&lt;br /&gt;sentosa &amp;amp; night safari, so exciting! hahaha. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8338775233543950269?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8338775233543950269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8338775233543950269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8338775233543950269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8338775233543950269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-well-staying-at-home-entire-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4681572893151928029</id><published>2008-10-26T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:27:17.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot to blog. -.-&lt;br /&gt;until when we were all in a conversation &amp;amp; they were like " blogging." then only i remembered.&lt;br /&gt;ah, fine. i admit, my Short Term Memory has gone from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;so well, at least it isnt as bad that i cant remember what i wanted to blog. *stares at joyce*&lt;br /&gt;what did i want to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;haha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog about friday.(a day i can never forget.)&lt;br /&gt;it all started fine, went to school to submit the form.&lt;br /&gt;walked to jeight. meet joyce, went to bugis street.&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah. it all started at a place called sakae.&lt;br /&gt;we were happily eating our dont-know-how-many plates of salmon.&lt;br /&gt;until all of us felt like pregnant women, totally bloated.&lt;br /&gt;i started feeling alittle weird but thought that after digesting i would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;so we headed towards marina square &amp;amp; then to fareast.&lt;br /&gt;everything got worse when we were in far east.&lt;br /&gt;i felt really really uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; might merlion anytime.&lt;br /&gt;only to realise, it was due to indigestion. -.- (not pregnant lah)&lt;br /&gt;thenthenthen, i decided to go home first.&lt;br /&gt;so we trained back to bishan.&lt;br /&gt;haizzzzzzz, the journey home was totally unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;went home immediately went to the toilet to spit out excessive saliva.&lt;br /&gt;then off i went to lie on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;felt better soon after.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything, including the plastic bag~ which somehow made me feel better. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQNUaT3nOYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PcwCp61-K58/s1600-h/DSC01943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261141600685734274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQNUaT3nOYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PcwCp61-K58/s320/DSC01943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mastermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQNUaQyIdnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/w6BEdcd2oYI/s1600-h/DSC01944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261141599857440370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQNUaQyIdnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/w6BEdcd2oYI/s320/DSC01944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okto!we're not wasting chopsticks k? the last pair was dirty anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQNUav_CgzI/AAAAAAAAApE/eKdUW3sYeWQ/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261141608233075506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQNUav_CgzI/AAAAAAAAApE/eKdUW3sYeWQ/s320/DSC01947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww, i ps-ed cherilyn. hah, sorry! i couldnt control myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so well, i always have the nauseuos feeling. everytime i'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes i wonder why. i think its cause of the conceal operation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember the scene in the hospital, i didnt know what was happening you know. happily playing/sleeping &amp;amp; everything. then one day they suddenly push my whole bed out, i still didnt know what was happening. then the pushed me into the operation room. all i see was some stupid bright light shining onto my face, &amp;amp; the friendly doctor :D ( i cant remember if its a male or female doctor though,) &amp;amp; soon after i didnt know what was happening. &amp;amp; when i woke up, i was already in the ward. :O then brother brought along my super big minnie mouse to me. :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thenthenthen, the doctor gave me a super cute balloon with face somemore. :DDDD i forgot how it burst. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohwells, to think i still remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights. bye!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its time i go to bed already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;isit because i seem stronger, thats why people choose to hurt me more than those weaker looking ones who might be stronger than me?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4681572893151928029?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SQNUaT3nOYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PcwCp61-K58/s72-c/DSC01943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2143230650276336876</id><published>2008-10-23T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:42:25.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of school, i'm feeling neutral though.&lt;br /&gt;last year was so much better.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we got our results back yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;5/40, 60.0% L1R4: 16.&lt;br /&gt;sucked, i'm so gonna study harder.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm lazy to talk more.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry, my tummy's hurting so much.&lt;br /&gt;so, i neeeeed to go take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;k, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2143230650276336876?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2143230650276336876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2143230650276336876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2143230650276336876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2143230650276336876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-of-school-im-feeling-neutral.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-5696781027654694226</id><published>2008-10-19T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:26:08.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not really gonna talk about last few days.&lt;br /&gt;South Division Day was _______.&lt;br /&gt;frisbee was good yet bad.&lt;br /&gt;we came in third which we were not supposed to be in.&lt;br /&gt;we could have got a second or first.&lt;br /&gt;the reason for being third is because refree kayu.&lt;br /&gt;shall not elaborate about it because i dont wanna be pissed because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm afraid my words would hurt people unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i know, i may have done so.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, i dont know what i'm talking/saying/doing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; only to regret after talking whats on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i ponder too much, that i decide not to talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then people gets misuderstandings/ dont know whats on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really afraid because of my ignorance, i hurt people around me.&lt;br /&gt;i really suck at expressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thats why i'm less popular than everyone of you out there, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but, i have never think about being famous at all.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it great just to be not known to everybody?&lt;br /&gt;at least, you dont have to be oh-so-glam, just because you're afraid that people might talk behind your back about you being unglam which i dont see any wrong in being so.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, some unglamness is really too unglam that you just wish you didnt see any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i just realised i'm totally out of point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, sometimes i dont know if talking or not talking is a better way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2662408074456831847</id><published>2008-10-15T19:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:20:41.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i had natural smart brains.</title><content type='html'>results back.&lt;br /&gt;quite disappointed for some &amp;amp; quite happy for some.&lt;br /&gt;my combined humanities &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; jump to the next grade, B4.&lt;br /&gt;fyi, i'm always getting a C5 or C6.&lt;br /&gt;maths, i'm quite happy though.&lt;br /&gt;cause i finally get above 20. ah, whatever. To you, it might be like super duper uber easy.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it, i freaking freaking pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;i'm realllllly reallly exhuasted, tired, irritated, what every crappy mood you could think of.&lt;br /&gt;for goooodness sakeeee, i improved.&lt;br /&gt;(there's supposed to be a whole chunk of words here. but i made mistake so i cancelled the whole damn thing. ):)&lt;br /&gt;i broke down, i cried but i didnt hide.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt control those teardrops from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a feeling, i wont make it to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a feeling i'm gonna have a fever tmr.&lt;br /&gt;so, if i did not turn up for school tmr, tou know why. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;ps: its hurting so badly, that i couldnt breathe. &lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2662408074456831847?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2662408074456831847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2662408074456831847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2662408074456831847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2662408074456831847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-only-i-had-natural-smart-brains.html' title='if only i had natural smart brains.'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-6935024170677155471</id><published>2008-10-12T21:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:09:26.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh, my head's hurting for i dont know what reason.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i'm here to update about saturday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;supposed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to meet up with wonderboys &amp;amp; girls.&lt;br /&gt;but it was somewhat cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;but that didnt stop us from stepping out of the house to have a breather. :D&lt;br /&gt;went out with that small little girl only.&lt;br /&gt;cause the rest couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;didnt catch the movie, since there was just the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;so we didnt know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;wanted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to go mustafa, but we didnt know how to. so dropped the idea &amp;amp; that small girl gave a superrrr good suggestion, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Changi Airport!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;went Terminal 3 first to see airplanes. :D&lt;br /&gt;chatted,played and camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;who says we cant have fun even if it was just the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;we did some colouring thing.&lt;br /&gt;" we get A1 for our art leh!" - joyce.&lt;br /&gt;so after spending about 3 hours there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we only bought jelly beans from cocoa trees.&lt;br /&gt;veh fun to play with you know! xD&lt;br /&gt;then off we went to town.&lt;br /&gt;yes, again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;we missed cherilyn. ):&lt;br /&gt;because whenever she's with us, she'll drag us into shops and yesterday, without her we hardly go into shop. so didnt even buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;left orchard because it was wayyyyyyy to boring.&lt;br /&gt;train back to cityhall for marina square.&lt;br /&gt;bought my brother's gift. :D&lt;br /&gt;walked around, saw sleeveless jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lijingggg, got the sleeveless jacket &amp;amp; the pocket isnt weirdddd! go there someday to see k? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to novena for ljs. walked around etc.&lt;br /&gt;back to bishan.&lt;br /&gt;bought my polo tee. &amp;amp; i'm happpy.&lt;br /&gt;walked around &amp;amp; home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;had tution together. even though eoys just ended. how fun -.-&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i'm going to take 2 lessons break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'll go through with you maths during the holidays, &amp;amp; after you're quite okay with it. i'll start on sec4 maths, k?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;alrights peeektures &amp;amp; off i go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in random order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDrzjPa1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/xvzBNawCOpA/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256267766202067794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDrzjPa1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/xvzBNawCOpA/s320/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDsQ_XG2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ecGcMwIq-uE/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256267774104640354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDsQ_XG2I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ecGcMwIq-uE/s320/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDsmlMFxI/AAAAAAAAAms/EzNPKrEIsJI/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256267779900446482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDsmlMFxI/AAAAAAAAAms/EzNPKrEIsJI/s320/DSC01917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;manage to take this after a zillion years. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDsvYfGVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/aTrOH8qUwok/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256267782263085394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDsvYfGVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/aTrOH8qUwok/s320/DSC01918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mind my face. i'm giving you the true me, unglam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDsvdZceI/AAAAAAAAAm8/RkSfw52Fs6Y/s1600-h/DSC01919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256267782283686370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDsvdZceI/AAAAAAAAAm8/RkSfw52Fs6Y/s320/DSC01919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDzdOv3PI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ACBxrqyfJ3Q/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256267897649487090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDzdOv3PI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ACBxrqyfJ3Q/s320/DSC01924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last picture for the day. :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-6935024170677155471?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6935024170677155471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=6935024170677155471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6935024170677155471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6935024170677155471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosh-my-heads-hurting-for-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SPIDrzjPa1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/xvzBNawCOpA/s72-c/DSC01911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-5821282867067167991</id><published>2008-10-10T12:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:43:23.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE EXAMS ARE OH-VEE-EE-ARE! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;arent you happy?&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, yesterday's paper was no comments. just that all my accounts cannot balance. -.-&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo, after the exams. we were deciding where to go.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we went to far east. lol.&lt;br /&gt;realised there got some shop damn interesting. got sell polaroid camera! lol, but out of stock. -.- around 90 plus leh one. :/ save save. :D&lt;br /&gt;walked around then went offff to wisma.&lt;br /&gt;walked around also. then yeah lor.&lt;br /&gt;then over to takashimaya. bought my folders. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;then to kinokuniya. nothing reallllly caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go heeren, but went to paragon instead. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then dropby novena, for you know what. lol&lt;br /&gt;follow that small girl to her korean shop, but we went to eat ice cream instead. xD&lt;br /&gt;then that small little girl wanted to check out the cap that we last saw.&lt;br /&gt;then she finally bought it. :D&lt;br /&gt;decided to train home. started camwhoring like mad people over that.&lt;br /&gt;imagine 3 retarded students talking stupid pictures. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then train-ed to bishan.&lt;br /&gt;went to buy food for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; cherilyn wanted to rush home to watch the 9pm show.&lt;br /&gt;then that freaking bus pissed me off. i was just 1m away from it &amp;amp; it drove off! * inserts vulgarties* decided to breeze walk home istead. stupid ah pu nehneh.(i'm not being racist okay?)&lt;br /&gt;then the next thing to happen to me was that that dumb lift had to have a blinking light. i didnt dare to go in so walked up instead.&lt;br /&gt;went home, guess what? advertisement already.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. arghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, peeektures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7c7EOIo7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/ftNXtNe898w/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380722491368370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7c7EOIo7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/ftNXtNe898w/s320/DSC01892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7c7FzWxGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RIaZKyuLZm8/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380722915918946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7c7FzWxGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/RIaZKyuLZm8/s320/DSC01890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7ct8b99TI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8cS1DjinGSA/s1600-h/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380497063605554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7ct8b99TI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8cS1DjinGSA/s320/DSC01900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cuBsjOXI/AAAAAAAAAls/9oiabLMdoeQ/s1600-h/DSC01899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380498475334002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cuBsjOXI/AAAAAAAAAls/9oiabLMdoeQ/s320/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cuMz1guI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ygpfg_JELsE/s1600-h/DSC01896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380501458682594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cuMz1guI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ygpfg_JELsE/s320/DSC01896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cuCiC9LI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dlJYOHAc60g/s1600-h/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380498699711666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cuCiC9LI/AAAAAAAAAl8/dlJYOHAc60g/s320/DSC01895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told you were were being retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cuCJavtI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fil-CGaV3sk/s1600-h/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380498596413138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cuCJavtI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fil-CGaV3sk/s320/DSC01894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cUUnD2oI/AAAAAAAAAlc/i6yo2cFrTT4/s1600-h/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380056875981442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cUUnD2oI/AAAAAAAAAlc/i6yo2cFrTT4/s320/DSC01902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cTZaHx5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/G98iZFh_ny8/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380040984020882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cTZaHx5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/G98iZFh_ny8/s320/DSC01974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cUID6UiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1OkY1u4uEtw/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380053507330594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cUID6UiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1OkY1u4uEtw/s320/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cUAdUPrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Su7YbAi9TcQ/s1600-h/DSC01977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380051466403506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cUAdUPrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Su7YbAi9TcQ/s320/DSC01977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cUXbYVtI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4TKFdRbKLm0/s1600-h/DSC01905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255380057632298706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7cUXbYVtI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4TKFdRbKLm0/s320/DSC01905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;going out on saturday again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-5821282867067167991?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5821282867067167991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=5821282867067167991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5821282867067167991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5821282867067167991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-are-oh-vee-ee-are-ddddd-arent-you.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SO7c7EOIo7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/ftNXtNe898w/s72-c/DSC01892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-5044738015715586093</id><published>2008-10-08T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:32:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was on the verge of breaking down on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the more i look at the question the more i felt like crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i know i'm dead. its a day before &amp;amp; until now, i have problems answering one full question by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the first time, i was motivated to study maths. but i ended up crying, i ended up being frustrated with everything. venting my anger on whatever i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told myself, i have to pass this paper. i have to, i have to, i have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things got worser after a conversation with my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i knew she was saying all those for my own good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;aiyah, fail than fail lah. also not say never fail before."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those words just came out of my mouth. i didnt mean what i said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i mean it, i wouldnt have been studying till i almost cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, whatever. putting bad stuffs aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maths paper 1 was still manageable i guess? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was able to do those front questions as well as some of those at the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great achievement. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but paper 2 was a piece of crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not only was it difficult, we didnt have enough time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was left with 10 minutes to do my graph. &amp;amp; i skipped about 2-3 questions before coming to the graph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, i knew i tried my best, till the last minute i wasnt giving up. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's dnt paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was so-so. some terms i also never hear before they ask me to define. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm trying to dump all those dnt stuffs &amp;amp; start absorbing poa stuffs later. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, enough of exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, cherilyn showed me this jacket which i think its damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still considering if i should buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SOxhM0jPtjI/AAAAAAAAAkE/puo3ZJMdy8I/s1600-h/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254681738127324722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SOxhM0jPtjI/AAAAAAAAAkE/puo3ZJMdy8I/s320/white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i'm getting it, i think i'll get this green one. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SOxhTJFENiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VMgBZ9BuU0g/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254681846717101602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SOxhTJFENiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VMgBZ9BuU0g/s320/green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so help meeee! should i should i should i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its damn cool, it can be zipped all the way up to the tip of the hood. &amp;amp; its has double zip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawrrrrrrrrrrrrr. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay bye. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 more paper to gooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-5044738015715586093?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5044738015715586093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=5044738015715586093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5044738015715586093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5044738015715586093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-on-verge-of-breaking-down-on.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SOxhM0jPtjI/AAAAAAAAAkE/puo3ZJMdy8I/s72-c/white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4681826676232268427</id><published>2008-10-06T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:41:56.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3subjects to go, 3days to go.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry is finallllllly over. :D&lt;br /&gt;metals suck, so do you.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;made me study metals for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways,&lt;br /&gt;tmr is EMATHS.&lt;br /&gt;the subject that i've never passed for the whole year. not even once k?&lt;br /&gt;so tmr i'll be having the "just go in &amp;amp; do your best" mood.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll study. &amp;amp; i've finallly know how to do coordinate geometry after a million years. :D&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just afraid that i wont know which formula &amp;amp; how to apply them.&lt;br /&gt;after tmr, it would be more or less quite relaxing. cause i'm left with dnt &amp;amp; poa.&lt;br /&gt;which i'll be studying as well, but i'm not so afraid that i might fail or something.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to break down yesterday, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;because it was already 9pm at night. and, when i remember this i'll tend to forget another. :/&lt;br /&gt;its realllllly depressing you know, i wish i have 24 hours more to study.&lt;br /&gt;its 9pm, i've yet to study haha bird. end up,i didnt study as well.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that i was able to at least write something out for lit &amp;amp; chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i know i left a 1 mark question blank for chemistry. wanted to go back, but i didnt have the time. :/&lt;br /&gt;so after all those paper thats over, i've something to say to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least i did my best. pass or fail, its not up to me to worry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia,just do your best for the remaining papers &amp;amp; your job is done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well done Alicia. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, people do need encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;so if people dont encourage you. what are you gonna do? sit there whine &amp;amp; cry?&lt;br /&gt;of course not, be like me. encourage yourself. cause, you know yourself best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i'm feeling sleeepy. xD&lt;br /&gt;i'll go get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4681826676232268427?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4681826676232268427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4681826676232268427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4681826676232268427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4681826676232268427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/3subjects-to-go-3days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-161338972908027066</id><published>2008-10-03T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:49:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heylo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUIZ TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What have you been doing lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what abnormal people have been doing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you ever turn off your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cant remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Believe in fate or destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i believe in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you want in your life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everything to go smoothly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or put on a hood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;depends on which one i'm having?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What is your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pillows &amp;amp; bolsters. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont know, lazy to check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who would make a relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;make it happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everything that i've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What does the oldest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;why should i tell you? lol, its something that i dont wanna say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What was your last received text you receive say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;an empty message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What time did you go to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;twelve plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kinda? i'll be happier after 9 october.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my abnormal girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no? that will be damn fattening? i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Who last called you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24.Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.What was the last thing / person that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;joyce. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.When was the last time you missed a girl from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;woah woah, chim. dont understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What annoys you most in a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hippo-crates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;currently no. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;look at me, i'm sucha good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no. -.- i dont want to dirty my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you believe in the saying talk is cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes, actions speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Who was the last person to lie on your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lijing?cherilyn?sandy? cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37.Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;duh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Have you thought if someone died when they haven't died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cause i like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;40.Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i cant remember dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Last time you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah, changed alot. i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the wind blowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Are you talking to someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Is there a quote you live with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah, but it keeps changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47.Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is a recorder counted? hahahaha. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.What is the worst idea you ever had this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no such ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50.What are you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;at a wedding dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Are you happy with your love life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont have one. oh wait, yes i have. cause i love my abnormal girlfriends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.What song best describe your love life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;none?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.Does the person know you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ah, yes. iie lurrbe dhem worhhhss. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my abnormal girlfriends &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Do you speak other language other than english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Favourite websites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &amp;amp; youtube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dont have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.What are you doing tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;alicia ng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.Who will you choose to do with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lol, sounds super wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.What have you been doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tsk! writing, playing sleeping. aiyah, what abnormal people, like joyce, are doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; play games. dont pray pray hor. xD viwawa i guess? i use to play but i forgot whats my username already. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my abnormal girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.If you can choose between frens and love who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love= friends, friends=love. either one will do. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.Which primary school were you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kuochuan primary. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:DDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy, sad, stress, stupid, sleepy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;69.If you have something troubling you what will u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;blog it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the answer is simple, ALICIA NG LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;72.Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*jumps around*now, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.What kind of person do you think that tagged yo is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.What kind of colour you use to dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i love my hair too much, i cant bear to let them die. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.Why are you doing this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cause someone tagged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.What do you do when you are moody ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.At which age do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;late twenties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.Who is most important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tsk,my abnormal girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;81.If today is the last day of your life what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;buy everything i want to, do everything i've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;82.Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;most? me, myself &amp;amp; i. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.Do you believe in see-ing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.If you have a dream come true what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;be superwoman &amp;amp; safe the world. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;score well for end of year. change for the better. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes, yet no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;knowing that people care. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.What feelings do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;being nagged at, being accused of what i never do. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.Do you believe in god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.Do you cherish every single friendship you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;duh, priceless man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my abnormal girlfriends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.What do you think is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;family, friends, blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;myself. but i dont fight. * gives nerd look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.What have you regretted doing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;saying things that i dont mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.How would you feel when no one cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lonely. * goes to loner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pte ltd.* but this day will never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.What will you do if your boyf/girlf two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahaha, what will you do then? BREAK LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mixed feeling. happy yet worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 8 people to do this quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lazy to tag lah. so, whoever who wants to do it. go ahead. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i do the quiz until i super sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;so, i was finallllly able to complete my ss paper. FOR ONCE. :D&lt;br /&gt;bye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-161338972908027066?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/161338972908027066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=161338972908027066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/161338972908027066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/161338972908027066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/heylo.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-167118422692114118</id><published>2008-10-01T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:35:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUISIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna wish, even if i'm not a children for 3 years already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today feels like a sunday? lol, i dont know. whatever day it is, i'll still have to study. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preparing for ss because i'll not be home tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohwells, i've got no mood to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohkay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: i want a polariod camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-167118422692114118?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/167118422692114118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=167118422692114118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/167118422692114118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/167118422692114118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-huisim-selamat-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4758162235847095015</id><published>2008-09-30T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:28:54.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've edited the previous post. *backspace all that nonsense*&lt;br /&gt;so well, i'm fine! as happy as a pig should be.&lt;br /&gt;cause i've got friends who cares, thats the most important isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i trust every single one of you. &amp;amp; i wont walk away without my XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; without you guys, i would have probably have joined the loner pte ltd.&lt;br /&gt;so.. i apologise for making all of you sad/dissapointed/worried/concerned etc.&lt;br /&gt;just know, i dont mean what i say yesterday. it might be because of somethings that happen. recently, may it be studies or family.&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say. I'M FINE NOW! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the chinese paper today.&lt;br /&gt;i almost slept while reading one of the passage. seriously DAMN BORING. dont even know what its talking about. hah, completed it in the end.* prays that i'll pass my chinese.*&lt;br /&gt;i should start studying for ss soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i still dont quite get coordinate geometry :/&lt;br /&gt;alicia's a &lt;s&gt;computer&lt;/s&gt; maths idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having exams in the hall isnt that scary actually.&lt;br /&gt;like orh, hall. *walks up*&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'm still impatiently waiting for 9 october to come. :D&lt;br /&gt;goooodbye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: girlfriends, ily. *huggggsss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4758162235847095015?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4758162235847095015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4758162235847095015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4758162235847095015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4758162235847095015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-edited-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-303817725230824077</id><published>2008-09-29T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:14:24.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRSTLY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SOCToWj9osI/AAAAAAAAAjM/l97Fmf4B03M/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251359486974468802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SOCToWj9osI/AAAAAAAAAjM/l97Fmf4B03M/s320/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 70th BIRTHDAY STELLA AKA AHMA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm having mixed feelings. better not anger me, i might just scream at you.&lt;br /&gt;these few days, everyone's having sucky mood. ah fine, not everyone.&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time, &amp;amp; i wish i wasnt the one knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt home, i didnt know anything. even if i do, there's nothing i could do to help. can i?&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-303817725230824077?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/303817725230824077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=303817725230824077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/303817725230824077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/303817725230824077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-having-mixed-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SOCToWj9osI/AAAAAAAAAjM/l97Fmf4B03M/s72-c/DSC01449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8337015381654835119</id><published>2008-09-28T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:24:55.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr's the day.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a normal school day though.&lt;br /&gt;gonna study later. after lunch, i'm hungry can? :/&lt;br /&gt;lets talk alittle about friday.&lt;br /&gt;*rushrush* woah, i tell you. we were dilly dallying. until tang came in, which made the whole kitchen full of her voice. ordering people around. i'm totally pissed off with some of the guides. (inserts vulgarities) even non guides were helping, but the guides were missing.&lt;br /&gt;tang brought more food in to cook. -.- blah blah blah. went to change &amp;amp; stuffs then the ceremony began. &amp;amp; i was told that i was the emcee. blahblahblah, everything's over. peektures &amp;amp; off we went down. brought all the food, drinks &amp;amp; everything by ourselves. no one bothered coming up to help. (inserts vulgarities) except some of the sec3s &amp;amp; the sec 4s. brought everything down. then started eating. heard from, i forgot who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that tang said " later clear everything up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone: ask the sec2s to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tang: the sec 2s want/need to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she bloooodeh pissed me off you know. like we dont need to go home likedat.&lt;br /&gt;we've been in the kitchen for the whole afternoon &amp;amp; now she's making us clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she should be honoured that NON guides are helping her, while she is being bias &amp;amp; defending her "cute" little sec 1s &amp;amp; 2s guides. MISS TEOOOO! come back soon. she'll be back on the 13th october. *jumps around happily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we had like uber fun in the kitchen. damn joke seh.&lt;br /&gt;then took group picture before we went separate ways. :D&lt;br /&gt;went to eat &amp;amp; off we went home. :D&lt;br /&gt;ohya, my video couldnt work. woah, damn sad can? :/&lt;br /&gt;so now, thanks giving ceremony. muhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;firstly, thanking all the sec 4Ns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks for starting off first. telling us what to do &amp;amp; etc. :D thanks for helping to clear up tooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sec3s: thanks for helping to clear up,cook &amp;amp; yeah. everything. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks all the non guides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cherilyn,joyce,berlinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even though you guys were not involved in this. you guys helped us. THANKSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;graduating guides: thanks for waiting &amp;amp; coming. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;still got alot lah. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all of you are greatly appreciated! :D even liangyu! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;excluding some though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i wanna go eat already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOOODLUCK EVERYONE FOR YOUR EOYS TMR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8337015381654835119?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8337015381654835119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8337015381654835119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8337015381654835119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8337015381654835119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/tmrs-day.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-129049585425222448</id><published>2008-09-24T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:12:26.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to post before i go off to study.&lt;br /&gt;yes, study. you didnt see it wrongly. i typed S-T-U-D-Y.&lt;br /&gt;i'm deciding whether i should do a video for friday's guides graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's a rush man. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;tmr shall leave some time for cca stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go on hiatus. but somehow, the computer's irritatingly tempting. i dont know if there's such a word. but i'll still use it. :D&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn came over today to do dnt.&lt;br /&gt;then disturbed people awhile &amp;amp; off she went.&lt;br /&gt;today's remedial was postponed to tmr. great, now i have to buy all the guides stuff within 1 hour. crazeee. souveniers+ foooooood+ everything necessary.hope everything will be done by then. *sighs* chemistry remedial. where's my maths remedial? -.-&lt;br /&gt;okay. i should get going. :D&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-129049585425222448?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/129049585425222448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=129049585425222448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/129049585425222448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/129049585425222448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/decided-to-post-before-i-go-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-779828353897309494</id><published>2008-09-23T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:04:01.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhoooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to study. yes, note the word. SUPPOSED.&lt;br /&gt;finally started on my physics. :D&lt;br /&gt;coordinate geometry is still a stranger to me.&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to complete my d&amp;amp;t elearning. tmr perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;there's remedial tmr. *runs around* i love remedials. :D&lt;br /&gt;cause its able to help me. yes, i'm a nerd. wait, going remedials doesnt make you a nerd! stupid fool. *slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;this few days, every part of my body isnt behaving normally.&lt;br /&gt;okay guess what? i'm going off.&lt;br /&gt;bye. :D&lt;br /&gt;*mugging in progress*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-779828353897309494?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/779828353897309494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=779828353897309494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/779828353897309494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/779828353897309494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/heyhoooo-d-im-supposed-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1674601602983363737</id><published>2008-09-21T16:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:28:23.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUGGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today's tution was super productive. *jumps around*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally agree with geraint with the more you study the less stress you'll be. not so stress, but still stress. gosh, i've just started on maths, my weakest subject. revised on standard form, indices quadractic equation. blah blah blah. i still can do coordinate geometry as well as function graphs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inequality is pretty easy. :D used to think it was difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;studied physics aftermath. &amp;amp; alittle on maths as well. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNYDqxVJsJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/W3TMIOzQb58/s1600-h/DSC01601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248386449078333586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNYDqxVJsJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/W3TMIOzQb58/s320/DSC01601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get what i mean. i DID study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but today, my nose isnt letting me off during tution. &amp;amp; now my stomach's giving me problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope i dont fall sick. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please dont ever ask me out for group study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that i'm anti-social or anything, but group study = unproductive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i swear i cannot waste anymore time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;studying alone is better for me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school tmr, my weekends are ending. :/ 1 more weeeek to eoys &amp;amp; everything will be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at how time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, off i go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye peepos! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: mummy's a joke. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1674601602983363737?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1674601602983363737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1674601602983363737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1674601602983363737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1674601602983363737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/mugging.html' title='MUGGING'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNYDqxVJsJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/W3TMIOzQb58/s72-c/DSC01601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1972674051389127218</id><published>2008-09-20T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:28:15.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from grandma's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248124688560884898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUVmTahDKI/AAAAAAAAAic/JSOZZDUcH7c/s320/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;studied, maths &amp;amp; haha bird. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUVmn_6nmI/AAAAAAAAAik/PqATyH80bRw/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248124694086458978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUVmn_6nmI/AAAAAAAAAik/PqATyH80bRw/s320/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUVm_2gevI/AAAAAAAAAis/q8cJfbNhx78/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248124700489448178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUVm_2gevI/AAAAAAAAAis/q8cJfbNhx78/s320/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this sums ah what i did. i love playing with my cousin's soft toys. particularly, that banana! its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn nice to play with lah. even my nephew likes to play with it. &amp;amp; he calls it "nana" because he cannot say it in full. so fish he just pronounce it as "sh". hahaha, damn cute. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways, i wanna post some pictures from friday. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUWi_Kb0BI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZnRtv2Ril-w/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248125731096743954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUWi_Kb0BI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZnRtv2Ril-w/s320/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this siao char bo, she's trying to take picture of an ant. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reason: got nothing to post about. damn retarded. she even squad just to take picture of it. &amp;amp; then later she complain: woah damn tired. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUWjBTaaSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/DwCC7PvolC4/s1600-h/DSC01563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248125731671271714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUWjBTaaSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/DwCC7PvolC4/s320/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile somemore! lol. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interclass:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="768" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0156.jpg" width="852" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*kicks* hahahahaha. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0154.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="442" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0154.jpg" width="491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he didnt know we taking this because he thought uma taking with him. but we zoom into his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="487" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0152.jpg" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friendship first. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="505" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0151.jpg" width="451" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gracia! come to think of it. its the first time taking picture with her. i mean alone. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="530" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0150.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="494" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0147.jpg" width="511" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girls. count, we only have 9 girls. so, 2 reserves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0143.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="537" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0143.jpg" width="447" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proud of you girls! we're the calss with the highest point. *claps* even 3 peace has only 6. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0136.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="427" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0136.jpg" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the "cheer-ers" why are there 3 of us? cause the third one is lijing! if i'm not wrong. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="559" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0133.jpg" width="527" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherilyn:lets take that guy.*takes camera* snap! here goes. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="567" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0132.jpg" width="451" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIJING! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="415" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0116.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello char! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="452" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0113.jpg" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0114.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="482" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0114.jpg" width="478" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="547" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0115.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha, gracia's retarded! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="461" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0105.jpg" width="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi clara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="435" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0108.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="386" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0109.jpg" width="442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uncle. -.- he's finally smiling for the camera. rare shot. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="487" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0102.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first match refreee, desmond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0095.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="390" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0095.jpg" width="490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi kotaro! he say" i cant see any pictures of me during the soccer interclass." so here goes. one for you alone somemore k! be honoured. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="485" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSCN0092.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see i told you its hard to see him smile for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01556.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="277" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSC01556.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE ROCK BIG TIME! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01557.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="363" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp19/3truth/DSC01557.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we only have nine girls &amp;amp; we won second for the frisbee interclass. small yet strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont give less as an excuse, its irritating. cause we just proved you wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unlike you, we dont care what we got, even if didnt get anything. we may be disappointed. but not for long. cause whats inportant is that we bonded &amp;amp; its the process thats important. we've all known each other better. i'm just as happy without playing, &amp;amp; is able to join my class girls with that battle on the field. we play together, we sweat together. :D goood job girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but how could i leave the guys out? they've passed on many strategy to us, cheered for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i'm glad i've known every single one of you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 truth rocks. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so does 2 peace! i wont forget you guys. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i need to call ms ng now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goooodbye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1972674051389127218?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1972674051389127218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1972674051389127218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1972674051389127218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1972674051389127218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-from-grandmas-place-studied-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNUVmTahDKI/AAAAAAAAAic/JSOZZDUcH7c/s72-c/DSC01573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-7518343881253010803</id><published>2008-09-19T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:10:37.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to post before going over to grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;its a weekly routine you see. *sighs* i feel like staying at home to study. nevermind, i shall just bring my work over to study. ):&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i was forced to go to the wedding dinner which falls on october 2. &amp;amp; next day, i'm having my paper, social studies. they said i HAVE TO go because one of my close relative's getting married. &amp;amp; firstly, i dont know whether its a guy or girl. secondly, i dont know who the heck is he/her. thirdly, i need to study. damn, of all days october 2nd. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i shall post some peektures.&lt;br /&gt;overdue-ed peektures: :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSEGoanuoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dEPcdUoVjVI/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247964715256625794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSEGoanuoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dEPcdUoVjVI/s320/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSELc-uzCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/RAHGmpjQrCA/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247964798086204450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSELc-uzCI/AAAAAAAAAhk/RAHGmpjQrCA/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSEL_GbpBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iV7pFuKzbe8/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247964807245308946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSEL_GbpBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iV7pFuKzbe8/s320/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSEM5G4BXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/lRaMs_Ob0Ic/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247964822816425330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSEM5G4BXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/lRaMs_Ob0Ic/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSEN_4V56I/AAAAAAAAAh8/AY3MwuYx4E8/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247964841814386594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSEN_4V56I/AAAAAAAAAh8/AY3MwuYx4E8/s320/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSFdRIMxxI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nVnEqcqRLPE/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247966203653965586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSFdRIMxxI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nVnEqcqRLPE/s320/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSFcNjmT5I/AAAAAAAAAiE/VO3KaxK2SFc/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247966185515274130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSFcNjmT5I/AAAAAAAAAiE/VO3KaxK2SFc/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSFco9dg7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/244HHRbF5BA/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247966192871506866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSFco9dg7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/244HHRbF5BA/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/32832829-7518343881253010803?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7518343881253010803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=7518343881253010803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7518343881253010803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7518343881253010803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/decided-to-post-before-going-over-to.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNSEGoanuoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dEPcdUoVjVI/s72-c/DSC00620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-5243175928390865271</id><published>2008-09-19T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:20:13.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finalllleh, this stupid hectic week is over.&lt;br /&gt;but i still have work left undone. gonna finish them all during the weekends, before i start mugging. :D&lt;br /&gt;gosh, 1 week &amp;amp; 1 day to eoys.&lt;br /&gt;can eoys come &amp;amp; go please?&lt;br /&gt;then, can o levels come &amp;amp; go as well?&lt;br /&gt;all this work is like one word, never ending.&lt;br /&gt;so what if we're done with studies? we'll all still have to start working. all this would only stop after we retire. let me estimate, we'll only be free in about 50-60 years time. goodluck man. i dont know how many more sickening days we'll have to continue living.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, pe was being interupted by that stupid rain again!&lt;br /&gt;i think this whole year, we have at least skipped pe 15 times?! while the others only skipped it like less than 5 times. damn it lah! if we had pe, we might be stronger during the frisbee interclass leh. lol, whatever. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosh, i realllllllly feel like asking her to freaking shutup. she's pulling the whole group down, but she's acting like wihout her her group would not get that place. DAMNNNNNN. gosh, HATE HER MAN! i feel like tagging JUST SHUTUP LAH, BITCH!everyone hates you lah, so stop thinking everyone likes you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtheck, pisssssed. ah, nevermind. her face itself already shows it all. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i dont have peektures now. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;gooooodbye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've so much to say. i dont know where to start. but i was left with no choice because the only thing i could say was goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-5243175928390865271?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5243175928390865271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=5243175928390865271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5243175928390865271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5243175928390865271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/finalllleh-this-stupid-hectic-week-is.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3436321481211975663</id><published>2008-09-18T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:14:04.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOOOODJOB 3TRUTH GIRLS &amp;amp; GUYS FOR THE 2 SILVERS FOR OUR CLASSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its okay that we didnt get the gold. whats important is that we've bonded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who came &amp;amp; cheer, &amp;amp; played.&lt;br /&gt;WELLLDONE! love you all! :D&lt;br /&gt;to the rest of the class NO HARD FEELINGS K!:D&lt;br /&gt;but some people really irritated meeee. she's from other class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the so many test days are over. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, i feeeeeel gooood today! gooood for you, cause there wont be RANTINGS IN TODAY'S POST!&lt;br /&gt;so pictures &amp;amp; off i go for my precious teveee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJRxSeTixI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GmkHYqNyLng/s1600-h/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346423054437138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJRxSeTixI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GmkHYqNyLng/s320/DSC01550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twin. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJRxC-uh9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/8xIr8GmIHoU/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346418895456210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJRxC-uh9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/8xIr8GmIHoU/s320/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, we were hungry you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJRxc9cM_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/acDXncBbrxw/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346425869382642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJRxc9cM_I/AAAAAAAAAgc/acDXncBbrxw/s320/DSC01551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN NICE! I LIKE! leekuang, please? hahaha,joking lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSIj6Bq4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/96mC2QM1S8c/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346822871100290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSIj6Bq4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/96mC2QM1S8c/s320/DSC01553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSItUsr6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/k5yDFwQar8A/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346825398890402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSItUsr6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/k5yDFwQar8A/s320/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO 3TRUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJRxgKtcmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QQcUj9ZOqmI/s1600-h/DSC01552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346426730345058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJRxgKtcmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QQcUj9ZOqmI/s320/DSC01552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi joyce &amp;amp; gracia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSIwcvA2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/ThH644xhrco/s1600-h/DSC01556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346826237903714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSIwcvA2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/ThH644xhrco/s320/DSC01556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost all the team members! some left first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSIxntysI/AAAAAAAAAhM/mQb1oPLs1dE/s1600-h/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346826552396482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSIxntysI/AAAAAAAAAhM/mQb1oPLs1dE/s320/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSI0o5yKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7Qyd1-WM_k4/s1600-h/DSC01558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247346827362683042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJSI0o5yKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7Qyd1-WM_k4/s320/DSC01558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, left side: guys. first: 3praise. second 3TRUTH!third:3love.&lt;br /&gt;      right side: girls. first:3 peace. second 3 TRUTH! third: 3 faith.&lt;br /&gt;two seconds okay! good job peeps!&lt;br /&gt;goooooodbyeee! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3436321481211975663?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3436321481211975663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3436321481211975663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3436321481211975663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3436321481211975663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/firstly-gooooodjob-3truth-girls-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNJRxSeTixI/AAAAAAAAAgU/GmkHYqNyLng/s72-c/DSC01550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8513413831740465148</id><published>2008-09-17T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:01:21.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48 hours please</title><content type='html'>school's insane, teacher's are mad causing us students to be crazeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;just studied 3 subjects cause there's 3 tests tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; their all so "memory subjects". *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;everyone's rushing.&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to study for eoys. the tests are keeping me super duper uber busy.&lt;br /&gt;48 hours please. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;interclass tmr, jiayou people! :D&lt;br /&gt;no pictures meanwhile, bear with it yeah? ohya, i have some. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNEbSkJz4WI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xqxjSi-DHK0/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247005046619758946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNEbSkJz4WI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xqxjSi-DHK0/s320/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNEbTFSTOsI/AAAAAAAAAgE/F8rEvSi6L5E/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247005055513737922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNEbTFSTOsI/AAAAAAAAAgE/F8rEvSi6L5E/s320/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of this picture.&lt;br /&gt;me: got nothing to take leh.&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn; take the children. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;me: orh.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes. :D&lt;br /&gt;off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;goooooooodbye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8513413831740465148?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8513413831740465148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8513413831740465148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8513413831740465148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8513413831740465148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/48-hours-please.html' title='48 hours please'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SNEbSkJz4WI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xqxjSi-DHK0/s72-c/DSC01532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-703229737417017618</id><published>2008-09-16T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:18:42.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hectic week;bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a bad attitude now.&lt;br /&gt;thinking about the whole week's event.&lt;br /&gt;tests, remedials, study. &amp;amp; obviously other personal thing to be worried of.&lt;br /&gt;damned.&lt;br /&gt;oral today was kinda screwed.&lt;br /&gt;he laughed. -.- i think its linked okay!&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i've hated oral since i dont know when. since primary school i guess.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's getting the post oral depression before our turn.&lt;br /&gt;its either " shit, i feel like peeing." or " woah, i feel like shitting, like got worms inside the stomach likedat."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i realised english oral got picture. alicia just died.&lt;br /&gt;picture is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;please dont bother me with other things, other things can wait. after eoys perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;i thought cca's have stopped. until eoys? i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;studies first. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay till here.&lt;br /&gt;goooodbye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-703229737417017618?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/703229737417017618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=703229737417017618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/703229737417017618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/703229737417017618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/hectic-weekbad-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-865501911071216700</id><published>2008-09-14T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:29:02.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-can i not face reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-can i just slack my way through days,weeks,months, years and exams.&lt;br /&gt;-can i just not give a damn about my future.&lt;br /&gt;-can i do everything i want.&lt;br /&gt;-can i not do what people tell me to&lt;br /&gt;-can i just slap you &amp;amp; ask you to shutup?&lt;br /&gt;            can i can i can i?&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like bothering about anything. dont wanna know/think whats gonna happen to me in future. in fact, i just dont wanna admit the fact that there's still along way to go.&lt;br /&gt;everybody's pushing responsibility. they thought they thought they thought.&lt;br /&gt;you thought, i think then who do?&lt;br /&gt;a carefree life? who's going through a carefree life, nobody. can anybody be carefree? no. in fact its just so impossible. almost everyone i know is going through all that stupid stress &amp;amp; i guess the world has only about 0.0000000000000000000001% of humans going through a carefree life.&lt;br /&gt;if the world's really coming to an end when i'm 22.&lt;br /&gt;then i can say goodbye to studies. but too bad, i cant predict the future.&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant imagine the scene where everybody just faints &amp;amp; dies.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna just end things likedat, there's still plenty of things i've yet to try &amp;amp; just waiting for time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont read if you dont want, i'm not pointing a knife at you.&lt;br /&gt;just shutup &amp;amp; admit you're dying to be one, stop acting innocent cause everybody knows what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;no particular person i'm directing this at.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lastly nobody's perfect. stop boasting about things you can do while i cant.&lt;br /&gt;everybody's made different. we've different parents, different genes.&lt;br /&gt;if i can do what you can do, then whats the point of living in this world where everybody can do anything? then everybody will be perfect. everyone will look the same, dress the same, do things the same.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not as talented as all of you are, do you think i want it? if we can change our talents before being brought out to this ridiculous world, who wouldnt? everybody wants to be perfect, &amp;amp; i'm not different from anyone with 2 eyes, 1 nose, 2 ears &amp;amp; 1 mouth.&lt;br /&gt;so what if you're the richest person on earth?&lt;br /&gt;so what if you're drop dead sexy?&lt;br /&gt;so what if you're the world's prettiest/handsome person?&lt;br /&gt;money cant buy happiness, looks cant bring joy. dont judge a person by its cover, whats important is the inside. a fresh looking apple maybe rotten in the inside. while a most rotten apple you've ever seen is one of the freshest apple of all.&lt;br /&gt;maybe before judging people, you might want to do some soul searching. think about it, you might be worser than the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'm not having moodswings. just wanna voice them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-865501911071216700?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/865501911071216700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=865501911071216700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/865501911071216700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/865501911071216700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-can-i-not-face-reality-can-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4765165479090572238</id><published>2008-09-14T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:29:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to school early in the morning for the "making choice" seminar by singapore poly.&lt;br /&gt;they were obviously promoting their poly only.&lt;br /&gt;but this talk made me realised if i failed maths i'm nothing but a failure.&lt;br /&gt;cause failing maths = cannot even get into poly. :/&lt;br /&gt;so i aim to at least pass please. :/&lt;br /&gt;so after the talk headed to cherilyn's house to take the choclate.&lt;br /&gt;then over to jeight.&lt;br /&gt;met up with wilfred at 1 instead.&lt;br /&gt;he came, we started. :D&lt;br /&gt;i tell you his stories are *thumbs up*.&lt;br /&gt;last time KCP even worser than now. lots of ahbengs. i mean REAL ahbengs.&lt;br /&gt;told us grandfather stories about how they used to fight. one word, scary.&lt;br /&gt;he keep saying derrick lee last time not likedat. :O&lt;br /&gt;he's friendly after all.&lt;br /&gt;he rides a motorcycle which make loud noises.&lt;br /&gt;reason: "i've to go to malaysia for some competition. But dont worry its legal."&lt;br /&gt;its like cooler than normal motorcycle. but i wont ever wanna try that. i've known people who have motorcycle crashes before.&lt;br /&gt;didnt take a picture with him, cause he dont want? i guess.&lt;br /&gt;he have a total of about 4 ccas &amp;amp; he's a PEL. let me try to recall. shooting,NPCC, track &amp;amp; field &amp;amp; soccer.&lt;br /&gt;he used to get lots of yellow form,offence form when he's sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;NT in kcp, straight As in ITE, given a place in NYP.&lt;br /&gt;great motivation.&lt;br /&gt;he's the perfect person to be a part time counseller lah.&lt;br /&gt;then we headed home. :D&lt;br /&gt;i bet we're the first to start. might consider interviewing russell. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, peektures!:D&lt;br /&gt;friday's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoTuIrobI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nyALKUV6g4o/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541616502677938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoTuIrobI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nyALKUV6g4o/s320/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoT6fiRNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NCuiA4XS020/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541619819758802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoT6fiRNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/NCuiA4XS020/s320/DSC01527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoT4ZITBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/gHWVvaJ0CtI/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541619256019986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoT4ZITBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/gHWVvaJ0CtI/s320/DSC01528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoUHZeVJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ktzkPVJUZjY/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541623283995794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoUHZeVJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ktzkPVJUZjY/s320/DSC01529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the day we gave joyce a surprise. SURPRISE!xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoE7L0a0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/0LG7VymdCNo/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541362307459906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoE7L0a0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/0LG7VymdCNo/s320/DSC01507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyore has mohawk. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoE1EmgWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/mxpxAya3E3c/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541360666575202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoE1EmgWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/mxpxAya3E3c/s320/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrot cake cake in progress. xD&lt;br /&gt;the involvers!xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoFIUDQaI/AAAAAAAAAfE/m6jzjbv2piw/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541365831647650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoFIUDQaI/AAAAAAAAAfE/m6jzjbv2piw/s320/DSC01516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoFEBTfDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IIwArgUa89E/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541364679277618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoFEBTfDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IIwArgUa89E/s320/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoFRwsRrI/AAAAAAAAAfU/XsTx9omSYco/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541368367695538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoFRwsRrI/AAAAAAAAAfU/XsTx9omSYco/s320/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the day we went to buy kp's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnwGz5yxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lkZvp1GvxcA/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541004651121426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnwGz5yxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lkZvp1GvxcA/s320/DSC01495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnwHWhtyI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p_IfHvNMnJw/s1600-h/DSC01496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541004796344098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnwHWhtyI/AAAAAAAAAeU/p_IfHvNMnJw/s320/DSC01496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the retarded &lt;s&gt;duck&lt;/s&gt;chicken. :D&lt;br /&gt;from i forgot when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnweMTcFI/AAAAAAAAAec/9O8y4pimZ34/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541010927480914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnweMTcFI/AAAAAAAAAec/9O8y4pimZ34/s320/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me to joyce: she got buck tooth hor? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;how can they choose a model with buck tooth? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnwclECsI/AAAAAAAAAek/9cBVwjgk8PU/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541010494458562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnwclECsI/AAAAAAAAAek/9cBVwjgk8PU/s320/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi sandyyyy! :D icant see your eyes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnwn-bqcI/AAAAAAAAAes/KP97_nCy_10/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245541013553654210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvnwn-bqcI/AAAAAAAAAes/KP97_nCy_10/s320/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya, this stupid lizard. damn disgusting i tell you. sufang stepped on it &amp;amp; we can see its flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so done with it.&lt;br /&gt;gooooodbye people. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4765165479090572238?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4765165479090572238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4765165479090572238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4765165479090572238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4765165479090572238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-to-school-early-in-morning-for.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMvoTuIrobI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nyALKUV6g4o/s72-c/DSC01526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-6117071248257196439</id><published>2008-09-12T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:17:19.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyho people! :D&lt;br /&gt;pe was being disrupted again today. :/&lt;br /&gt;mr mark chua didnt come, so mr cyc took over.&lt;br /&gt;we went over to the MPR. :D&lt;br /&gt;played poison ball. okay luh, overall quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;then blah blah blah, boring lessons goes on.&lt;br /&gt;guides enrolment ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;congrats to those who got promoted.&lt;br /&gt;had pizza after that. :D&lt;br /&gt;met joyce, trained down to novena.&lt;br /&gt;just to call wilfred. xD JOKING. we arent that bored.&lt;br /&gt;went over to eat ice cream. they claim they're from korea. KOREA ICE CREAM. :D but its nice.&lt;br /&gt;then went walk around. &amp;amp; then the korea shop. wait, i remember the name. SOL MART. :D&lt;br /&gt;then on the way home with joyceee. we kena scare but this lady, somehow. we chionged away.&lt;br /&gt;lucky i saw my brother's friend if not woah,if not i sure walk super fast. xD&lt;br /&gt;then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;alone at home now. waiting for shows to start.&lt;br /&gt;tevee marathon. xD&lt;br /&gt;ohya, joyce has difficulty differentiating female &amp;amp; male.&lt;br /&gt;she called a guy a girl &amp;amp; a girl a guy.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i've got peektures. :D&lt;br /&gt;apparently, blogger doesnt allow me.&lt;br /&gt;TMR THEN :D&lt;br /&gt;gooodbye people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMqGePZyBKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/I2j3gj0WKcs/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMqGek0CYyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/74ZjXKVO1Jk/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMqGfFXqS5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/MJM-EPFEYh8/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-6117071248257196439?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6117071248257196439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=6117071248257196439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6117071248257196439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6117071248257196439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/heyho-people-d-pe-was-being-disrupted.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1027293777923274640</id><published>2008-09-10T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:29:03.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to come up with a timetable.&lt;br /&gt;just hope that i would follow it.&lt;br /&gt;now you know how much this eoy means to me.&lt;br /&gt;i better not fail any of them.&lt;br /&gt;i aim to get at least 3As &amp;amp; 2Bs &amp;amp; 2 Cs.&lt;br /&gt;if i can get that, i'll break down in tears, tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;i know its like easy for you, but look at me. NO WAY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we got to do some project for our english.&lt;br /&gt;its to interview ex kcpians who have done well for their studies.&lt;br /&gt;we chose one guy who used to be in the ite then he somehow got promoted to poly.&lt;br /&gt;i think this type the story more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;you choose those top students like very boring leh.&lt;br /&gt;no offence though. :D&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was a joke man.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;tmr perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;goooodbye people! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1027293777923274640?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1027293777923274640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1027293777923274640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1027293777923274640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1027293777923274640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-decided-to-come-up-with-timetable.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2690699022551508993</id><published>2008-09-09T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:59:44.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoooohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;just came home.  :D&lt;br /&gt;went to buy somethings from jeight, with jingjing  &amp;amp; &lt;s&gt;hua hua&lt;/s&gt; hui hui. :D&lt;br /&gt;super retarded luh. bought our things then went to find jing's mother. her mother went to buy mooncakes again. didnt manage to find her mother though. instead, saw ms tan meiqi! waved to her. :D&lt;br /&gt;then went over to kiddy palace which they claim that, that was my future shop. =.=&lt;br /&gt;super retarded. *stares at lijing.*&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* after viewing lijing's blog. i got reminded of the eoys in 3 weeks time thing again.&lt;br /&gt;i neeeeed to studyyyyy, someone help me. lol, actually nobody can help. i neeed motivation. i'm still in the "exams just over" mood. :/&lt;br /&gt;diedie. howwwwwwwww?&lt;br /&gt;better control myself.&lt;br /&gt;so anywaysssss,&lt;br /&gt;i've got peeeektures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMY6Mss3mqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/q3FC3CGKpKw/s1600-h/DSC00044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243942805951716002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMY6Mss3mqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/q3FC3CGKpKw/s320/DSC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMY6M-glS_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/YBOTTOxtngg/s1600-h/DSC00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243942810732022770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMY6M-glS_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/YBOTTOxtngg/s320/DSC00045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMY6Mx4zhcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-sug4Bz2FmQ/s1600-h/DSC00046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243942807343957442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMY6Mx4zhcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-sug4Bz2FmQ/s320/DSC00046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMY6NOqR9hI/AAAAAAAAAdk/qkP8siC6YtI/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243942815067665938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMY6NOqR9hI/AAAAAAAAAdk/qkP8siC6YtI/s320/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIIIIII! sandy: nononono! dont take me, i today bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats allll! :D&lt;br /&gt;super sleeeepy luh. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;bye peopleeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2690699022551508993?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2690699022551508993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2690699022551508993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2690699022551508993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2690699022551508993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/yoooohoooo-just-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMY6Mss3mqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/q3FC3CGKpKw/s72-c/DSC00044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1305769831762639647</id><published>2008-09-07T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:49:54.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARPAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as you can see all their birthdays all squeeze together. tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally completed most of my holiday homework. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;except maths. my head really couldnt tak eit anymore. it tells me to take a break. so yeah? :X&lt;br /&gt;school's reopening tmr.&lt;br /&gt;alicia, remember what you say.&lt;br /&gt;start serious muggging ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like all those works are never ending.&lt;br /&gt;now i've a pile of tution homework. &amp;amp; its supposed to be handed up next sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm super duper tired.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i gtg now. still got somethings left undone!&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEEEPOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1305769831762639647?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1305769831762639647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1305769831762639647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1305769831762639647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1305769831762639647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-karpak-as-you-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-648217011875361566</id><published>2008-09-06T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:26:42.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDITED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one short little post before i leave my house over to my grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;i swear it'll be super short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPPPPY BITHDAY JOYCE LEE MEI JUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMIaIhnZR4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/f34hKpMkXP4/s1600-h/IMG_7360.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMKgOrx08PI/AAAAAAAAAdE/KHWhRtZRyEQ/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242929090343006450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMKgOrx08PI/AAAAAAAAAdE/KHWhRtZRyEQ/s320/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i changed the picture. :D&lt;br /&gt;her birthday's gonna be over sooon. enjoy your last day of being 14! xD&lt;br /&gt;holidays are gonna be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;its time for serious mugging once sunday passed. :/&lt;br /&gt;you better pass your maths this time!&lt;br /&gt;i must pass, i must pass, i must pass.&lt;br /&gt;its not gonna be empty talks, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;so, i gotta finish my homeworks if not i might get chopped by some of the teeee-chers!&lt;br /&gt;see you people soon when school reopens!&lt;br /&gt;you know i miss you people so so so much, no doubts!:D&lt;br /&gt;gooodbye peepos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-648217011875361566?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/648217011875361566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=648217011875361566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/648217011875361566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/648217011875361566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-short-little-post-before-i-leave-my.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMKgOrx08PI/AAAAAAAAAdE/KHWhRtZRyEQ/s72-c/DSC01114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3300162208360130362</id><published>2008-09-05T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:48:33.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day out with wonder BG.</title><content type='html'>stepped out of the house again. :D&lt;br /&gt;had sa-kay~ for lunch again. *stares at joyce* haha, she ate the most salmon. stella &amp;amp; vito eat the most tofu. i just eat whatever i felt like eating. :D&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, watched "make it happen".&lt;br /&gt;haha, the show 's not bad. but the retarded things we do are the best!&lt;br /&gt;they were passing nonsense message like "later wanna eat dinner anot?"&lt;br /&gt;joyce was like " she forgot to take her iphone!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this couple super irritating, talk talk talk then kiss kiss kiss. their house ah?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; got one guy he was looking for his sit when the show almost ended.&lt;br /&gt;me: wah he super early seh.&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn: yeah lor yeah lor.&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn: eh! no lah he come wrong cinema.&lt;br /&gt;me: *laughs like mad*&lt;br /&gt;okay, seriously. they were super duper retarded.&lt;br /&gt;then cherilyn sneezed so loud that everyone turned. i was laughing like mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;lol, okay enough. then before that. went to made with love to buy paper.&lt;br /&gt;which cost me 17 bucks. made me broke. :/ i swear i'll never buy that damn sticker anymore. its half the amount i paid. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, went to novena after that to eat dinner. &amp;amp; something happened, my freaking pumps finally spoil. i knew its was gonna spoil cause it was on the verge of spoiling when i came out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;heck, i'm gonna throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;but i like that pumps. so damn comfortable can. :/&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, i wont bore you with the long speech anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so peektures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP60QNpUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/__RMxbDceCg/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559313113621826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP60QNpUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/__RMxbDceCg/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate like alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP7WyfnJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/h1zejWjlMtg/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559322384211090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP7WyfnJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/h1zejWjlMtg/s320/DSC01448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make you see it better, measure with the shoe box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP7hjdnXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yvB-E2bfPoI/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559325273955698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP7hjdnXI/AAAAAAAAAb8/yvB-E2bfPoI/s320/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can even see stella's lower head?! okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP72J5wMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/uNz8lignYyo/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559330803892418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP72J5wMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/uNz8lignYyo/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my spoilt pumps. xD (sorry for the bad quality, i realised my phone the camera dirty. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peektures on tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP8NxgxII/AAAAAAAAAcM/JD7KnQyFzl4/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559337144042626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP8NxgxII/AAAAAAAAAcM/JD7KnQyFzl4/s320/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention? this small boy was super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKP7B_zI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8-WNIWn0PX8/s1600-h/STARBUCKS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559578239008562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKP7B_zI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8-WNIWn0PX8/s320/STARBUCKS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARBUCK'S THE LOVE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKVxwJdI/AAAAAAAAAck/6aBz_N-_8D8/s1600-h/DUSTBIN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559579810702802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKVxwJdI/AAAAAAAAAck/6aBz_N-_8D8/s320/DUSTBIN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever, no comments. TYCO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKG-DzNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/00UcC6817r0/s1600-h/GROUP+PICTURE!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559575835790546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKG-DzNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/00UcC6817r0/s320/GROUP+PICTURE!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP PHOTO. ( we were on the way to sa-kay~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKRyfvBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TMDROkunyHs/s1600-h/SA-KAY~.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559578740079634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKRyfvBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TMDROkunyHs/s320/SA-KAY~.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got more okay, just that they cleared it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKhSsZEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/19GdpyKWbpU/s1600-h/UPWARDS+WATER.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242559582901658690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFQKhSsZEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/19GdpyKWbpU/s320/UPWARDS+WATER.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the water is shooting upwards! how we know? a small boy helped us with proving it. i kena-ed a bit of water. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goooodbye! peeps!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps: 12 minutes to 6 september!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYCE! ( in advanced)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3300162208360130362?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3300162208360130362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3300162208360130362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3300162208360130362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3300162208360130362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-out-with-wonder-bg.html' title='day out with wonder BG.'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SMFP60QNpUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/__RMxbDceCg/s72-c/DSC01446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4949811486686279810</id><published>2008-09-05T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:06:29.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to monday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SANDY'S BACK FROM JAPAN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just got nagged again.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall not get pissed off. i should be happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;cause tmr's the last day i'll be going out. then, all will have to wait till eoy's over.&lt;br /&gt;went for guides today. planned for the graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i realised i think they spelled ceremony wrongly. lol, i dont know. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;ended up at home at 4.&lt;br /&gt;didnt feel like going home.&lt;br /&gt;okay then i do some homework. &amp;amp; whats done? chemistry. whats left? physics maths &amp;amp; ss.&lt;br /&gt;goodluck. :D&lt;br /&gt;i need to chiong all of it on saturday/sunday.&lt;br /&gt;blame it on my laziness. :/&lt;br /&gt;going out with the dancers tmr.&lt;br /&gt;alright,its time i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye &amp;amp; goodnight people!&lt;br /&gt;ps: i count this a post on the fourth? lol, whatever. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4949811486686279810?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4949811486686279810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4949811486686279810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4949811486686279810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4949811486686279810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-more-days-to-monday-blues.html' title='2 more days to monday blues'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8242285455560685587</id><published>2008-09-03T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:12:45.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyho, peepos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday night before i went to bed, many things started streaming through my head.only then, i realised i shouldnt be complaining at all.yes, about mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remembered how she used to treat me when i was young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remembered how i cried when i thought she was dead &amp;amp; only to realise it was just a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember how she used to give me everything that i wanted last time when we were a little richer, but still not rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remembered how i missed her when she left to go overseas, even if its just a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember during the first day in kindergarden how i hugged her &amp;amp; cried. &amp;amp; refused to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shouldnt be complaining afterall. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was also reminded of how i was being &lt;s&gt;abused&lt;/s&gt;tortured by one of the maid, when i was a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so dumb to not tell mommy about it. &amp;amp; just let things go by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she used to cane me till i have blue-blacks on my legs. &amp;amp; then she started ice-ing it. hyprocrite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she used to force me to eat, even if i said i was damn full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she used to pinch me in the middle of the night. &amp;amp; i dont know how in the heck did she even pinch till there's a freaking hole &amp;amp; blood started to drip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she used to scold me for disturbing her sleep because i was having a flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she used to tie my hair &amp;amp; when it gets tangle she just pulled it &amp;amp; throw the rubber band out of the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell you she's a damn freaking bitch, because she treated me like a princess when my mommy's at home &amp;amp; when she's out she became a wicked witch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how she could fake my mother that her parents are going to get divorced &amp;amp; she needs to go back home. in the end, she went over to hong kong to work. she can just freaking curse her parents just because she wanted to go hong kong to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but she wasnt the worse, my last maid who came for like about 6 months? suddenly told my mother that her mother's dead &amp;amp; she had to go back. my mother allowed her to go back &amp;amp; asked her to come back once everything's settled. &amp;amp; guess what? she said she cant, because her family needs her blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to thought it was true that her mother died. only last week, my mother guessed why she left was because she didnt have off, unlike other maids. comeon! she said her mother died. these people are.. *speechless*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all these incidents, it only made me stronger. hah! i have to thank her man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i ever see her now,the maid that tortured me she's so damn dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i sound like some evil woman. i wont kill her lah, dont worry. i'll just make things &lt;u&gt;a little&lt;/u&gt; difficult for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've became more independent after mommy stop hiring maids.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, i've to do the household chores. (i just mopped the floor-.-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not saying this because i want people to pity me, like siao ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to say look how disgusting some maids can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel utterly digusted by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT not all maids are bad. there's one which i click along quite well. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she even gave me her no. but i've never once called to her anymore. because i dont know how to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha. okay enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so nobody's at home today, except me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so well, peaceful. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like staying at home alone. but sometimes having company isnt that bad either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flipped through all the photo albums &amp;amp; realised how cute i was last time.okay, fine. i'm just joking. i used to be fat &amp;amp; ugly. happy? ah, quite true luh. so that explains how i became today. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll try to scan it into my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never used the scanner before, its been here for ages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*blows dust*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, hopeless. i dont know how to use that damn alien. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall ask mommy tonight. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still wanna put it up. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soooooo, i used the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SL40hgnMLbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0ERDGv35w1Y/s1600-h/DSC01385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241684766600474034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SL40hgnMLbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0ERDGv35w1Y/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me(left) &amp;amp; brother(right)&lt;br /&gt;seesee, just admit that i'm cute lah! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i mentioned that children nowadays are so freaking pampered that they have phones better than mine! when i was their age, i played with barbie dolls! &amp;amp; now? they're playing with handphone?! wthell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; also yesterday, the NUM guy got so freaking tired after finding that slipper for cherilyn. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they carried more than 4 big boxes out. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohkay, shall end here. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goooodbye peepos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*runs to do homework.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8242285455560685587?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8242285455560685587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8242285455560685587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8242285455560685587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8242285455560685587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/heyho-peepos.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SL40hgnMLbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0ERDGv35w1Y/s72-c/DSC01385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-7777852551401989505</id><published>2008-09-02T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:21:53.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SA-KAY~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS ZEEEEEE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo people.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn pissed off just now that i can just get through that freaking door &amp;amp; never come back.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i feel like a tortured &lt;s&gt;pig&lt;/s&gt; kid, leaving in a torturous world like this &amp;amp; isnt given her own free time to relieve stress.&lt;br /&gt;comeon lah, its the holidays! can you just let me take my own sweet time to shop,play &amp;amp; eat?&lt;br /&gt;dont ever expect me to stay at home to study the whole day. i'm not sonja &amp;amp; i'll never be one. she practically have no life luh. study study study.&lt;br /&gt;after that like i dont know how many months of studying cant even let me have ONE day off to play. but i'm still better than lijing afterall. that poor girl. *sighs* &amp;amp; i guess i'm the only one(okay, maybe not ONLY) who understand whats she going through.&lt;br /&gt;but those retarded chats online made me happier. :D&lt;br /&gt;when out with JINGJING JIE, JUNJUN MEI?!&amp;amp; JINJIN JIE today. :D&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i dont want to elaborate about today because it would be ultra super duper long.&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo to sum up today.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sa-kay!&lt;/span&gt; yes, we went to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sa-kay&lt;/span&gt; to eat. the best meal ever. cause cherilyn was the joke.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;dont know whats wrong with her today. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;another one was, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"are you all eating dino?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but its because joyce talking to her then she replied no, without even finishing her question. she should have sad NER first before NO. made me &amp;amp; lijing laughed like mad. okay,i'm still laughing at it.&lt;br /&gt;actually that doesn sum everything up hor?&lt;br /&gt;so to really sum it up,&lt;br /&gt;marina square&gt;bugis&gt;fareast&gt;novena.&lt;br /&gt;call us pro, we went to so many places today luh.&lt;br /&gt;who bought the most? its guess-able huh.&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn of course.&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; joyce didnt buy much.&lt;br /&gt;same fate, both all broke already. xD&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna get a flipflop from NUM!&lt;br /&gt;wait, isit flipflops?&lt;br /&gt;okay i dont know what you call that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SL1jMg6r4gI/AAAAAAAAAas/r7C5zJ-Iqq4/s1600-h/Havaianas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241454607974785538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SL1jMg6r4gI/AAAAAAAAAas/r7C5zJ-Iqq4/s320/Havaianas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seesee, i go find picture just to show you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get one of those.i want i want. :/&lt;br /&gt;i want so many things can, want but cannot get. oh, how sad is that.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; a ^ that one. xD&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; a new pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;a new bag.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; a new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to buy jumpers&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to cut hair&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to buy vest&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;money.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to buy more clothes&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; a job during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to perform again&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to go study&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to go korea again.&lt;br /&gt;lol, i bet i missed out some.&lt;br /&gt;i definitely need to go study!&lt;br /&gt;so gooooodbye peepos.&lt;br /&gt;it shouldnt be this long.&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-7777852551401989505?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7777852551401989505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=7777852551401989505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7777852551401989505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7777852551401989505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-ms-zeeeeee-d-yo-people.html' title='SA-KAY~'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SL1jMg6r4gI/AAAAAAAAAas/r7C5zJ-Iqq4/s72-c/Havaianas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3477150859924309954</id><published>2008-09-01T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:44:16.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start of the 1 week holidays'/><title type='text'>motivation is nowhere to be seen.</title><content type='html'>holidays are boring i swear.&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing is that i'll be able to sleep in. :D&lt;br /&gt;thats what i can say for today only.&lt;br /&gt;why? because the rest of the days seemed to have something on.:/&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for tmr, because i'm going out.&lt;br /&gt;like finally. its really a bore to stay at home all day facing your tevee, your computer &amp;amp; four dull walls.&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering why everyone wants to go out tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i've got messages asking me to go out for shopping, movies as well as for cca.&lt;br /&gt;of all days tuesday. i can only go for one. &amp;amp; i chose shopping cause they asked me first, as simple as that. :D&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be putting CCA ahead of me. but seriously, my mind cant think these few days. its pointless for me to go sit there &amp;amp; stare at them. i dont have an idea what to do, then i think its no use going over.&lt;br /&gt;i'm practically rotting at home now.&lt;br /&gt;i think there shouldnt even be a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;they should shift the september holidays to the end. so we'll have 2 months &amp;amp; 1 week of holidays. it'll be alot shiok-er. :D&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* dont worry, i'm just dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dreams dont come true.&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts, that i feel like banging my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes itching, that i feel like digging them out .&lt;br /&gt;gosh, homeworks not done.&lt;br /&gt;alicia wants to study, alicia needs to study, alicia must study. So, alicia you better go study!&lt;br /&gt;cant believe its the holidays &amp;amp; i'm telling myself to study. but for the sake of getting rid of the ugly Fs &amp;amp; not so nice Cs, i have to do it even if i dont feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;stop being lazy &amp;amp; start working. thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of my future, for the sake of my future, for the sake of my future, for the sake of my future.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, future. why cant we seee our future?&lt;br /&gt;its getting stupid, maybe alicia has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;so, goooodbye peepos!&lt;br /&gt;videos some other time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3477150859924309954?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3477150859924309954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3477150859924309954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3477150859924309954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3477150859924309954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/09/motivation-is-nowhere-to-be-seen.html' title='motivation is nowhere to be seen.'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-7350116062768231555</id><published>2008-08-31T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:42:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;till now, there's no bad comments about the performance. :D&lt;br /&gt;so well, it isnt that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;many thought that the yoyo &amp;amp; jumpstyle performance is the best.&lt;br /&gt;haha, yeah damn cool luh! :D&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, went to grandma house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;best thing is that the 2 princes were there!&lt;br /&gt;both my nephews. geez, feel so old. but anyways, had fun playing with them. :D&lt;br /&gt;especially the older one. mainly because he could walk.&lt;br /&gt;he learns things damn fast. he imitated his grandma, my aunt talking over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he goes.. " wei, *starts talking his own language*."&lt;br /&gt;all of us laughed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* see the advantage of being a child?&lt;br /&gt;haha, damn cuteeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLof73TgDmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/eTsAkym46Uk/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240536229717479010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLof73TgDmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/eTsAkym46Uk/s320/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blur. :/ brother= photography skills = bad. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLof8I27wnI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zrfWml5LSa8/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240536234429497970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLof8I27wnI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zrfWml5LSa8/s320/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see, mine's better at least it isnt blur. but he's falling down. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next time round, i 'll take a better shot! i swearrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLog1EEkodI/AAAAAAAAAak/pzMQYriEbl8/s1600-h/IMG_7702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240537212397068754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLog1EEkodI/AAAAAAAAAak/pzMQYriEbl8/s320/IMG_7702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MISS FOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLof8XGZRZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HKRjyU-HyB8/s1600-h/DSC01783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240536238252443026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLof8XGZRZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HKRjyU-HyB8/s320/DSC01783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cue cards. kop-ed from joyce blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLof8IoneZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Pfx5u5esjuA/s1600-h/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240536234369448338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLof8IoneZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Pfx5u5esjuA/s320/DSC00167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what i have for now, the rest are with matthew or bjorn? LOL. i dont know.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLog05vxqTI/AAAAAAAAAac/xBoX7dW7E3g/s1600-h/08082008177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240537209625487666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLog05vxqTI/AAAAAAAAAac/xBoX7dW7E3g/s320/08082008177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; some realllly overdue-ed peekture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taken on national day! :DDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye peepos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-7350116062768231555?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7350116062768231555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=7350116062768231555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7350116062768231555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7350116062768231555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/till-now-theres-no-bad-comments-about.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLof73TgDmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/eTsAkym46Uk/s72-c/DSC01377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4032214068049884819</id><published>2008-08-29T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:11:56.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfomance'/><title type='text'>HAPPPPY TEACHER'S DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY TO ALL TEACHERS IN THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S PERFORMANCE WAS A SUCCESSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself! :D&lt;br /&gt;as well as the rest. &amp;amp; also stella the ahma who was downstairs. :D&lt;br /&gt;we all were nervous before the curtains were opened. lijing was shivering luh! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but later, everything was fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;although we all had mistakes, like forgetting some steps or doing it wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;overall its gooooood!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted into performing now,that i dont mind performing again. xD&lt;br /&gt;with the initial nervous-ness, which faded away later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TELL ME WAS NICE RIGHT! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, alicia was dumb that i almost had to say goodbye to my lovely phone.&lt;br /&gt;i lost it, &amp;amp; found out like years after.&lt;br /&gt;lucky it was a girl that picked it up or else, its reallly goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;so here, i wanna thank natazsha from sec 4 truth! :D&lt;br /&gt;although she cant see it, but still wanna thank her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also every single one who got concerned &amp;amp; asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks gracia/lijing/joyce/cherilyn/vito etc who helped me with the finding of my precious phone. of course, my brother who helped me call my phone. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt really celebrated with my class . :/&lt;br /&gt;awwwww, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;ohya, uma also lost her phone. :O&lt;br /&gt;2 phones lost in a day.&lt;br /&gt;but mine's back!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if she has found hers.&lt;br /&gt;after school went to eat with wonder girls/boys. excluding cherilyn.&lt;br /&gt;lol, then my chopsticks keep dropping. so on my table there's 5 chopsticks. then louis friends were like how many hands you have?! lol, its not my fault lah. the chopstick keep dropping mah.:X then went home &amp;amp; pigged for 3 hours before waking up for teveee. :D&lt;br /&gt;when will be the next time we will ever perform again?&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'll just post up the video. :D&lt;br /&gt;peektures another day, cause most of the peektures are not with me.&lt;br /&gt;-waiting for the video to be sent.-&lt;br /&gt;its moving like an old grandma walking, probably a tortise.&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhh, guess i wont be posting them up. its reallllly time consuming &amp;amp; my nose isnt letting me off either. i'm getting pissed off with my nose as well as the computer.&lt;br /&gt;so just to end this post.&lt;br /&gt;i've some overdued pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;all this are taken during the rehearsal while viewing the video. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgeveNRkXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l_k5AReI_as/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971967356998002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgeveNRkXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l_k5AReI_as/s320/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgevmyN3AI/AAAAAAAAAZM/peYr1MtYxkw/s1600-h/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971969659427842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgevmyN3AI/AAAAAAAAAZM/peYr1MtYxkw/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VITOOOO! :D the small boy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgevigoALI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PayOYirr1C0/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971968511901874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgevigoALI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PayOYirr1C0/s320/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma-ta-ew! the clown, his actions are hilarious! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgevpvvvdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/quavF5ZwXO4/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971970454371794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgevpvvvdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/quavF5ZwXO4/s320/DSC01360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken by stella. CANDID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgev-WZpaI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cindxojw2tc/s1600-h/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971975985210786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgev-WZpaI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cindxojw2tc/s320/DSC01361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! slack somemore! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLge9OBQKPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WdhaUSFd3Qw/s1600-h/DSC01376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239972203529775346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLge9OBQKPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/WdhaUSFd3Qw/s320/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1peace06! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye peepos! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4032214068049884819?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4032214068049884819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4032214068049884819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4032214068049884819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4032214068049884819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/happppy-teachers-day.html' title='HAPPPPY TEACHER&apos;S DAY!'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLgeveNRkXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l_k5AReI_as/s72-c/DSC01357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-5801395177767330884</id><published>2008-08-28T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:04:46.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm dead tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i can lie on my bed &amp;amp; sleep immediately.&lt;br /&gt;my legs ache-ing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my eyes can barely open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt so tiring during the korea presentation.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling more stress this time round. maybe because its a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, i'll give you guys my best. i dont want 3 days of effort down the drain like this.&lt;br /&gt;its for entertainment lah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;no fund walk tmr.&lt;br /&gt;happy or sad? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i swear its damn tiring. but i guess its the last time we'll be able to do this again. :/&lt;br /&gt;eh? no, we could do it when the korean comes! :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;haha, dont mind me i'm crazy yet at the same time tired.&lt;br /&gt;stella is out of the dance i guess.&lt;br /&gt;she's super duper uber busy. dont wanna tire her out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;stella! rest well worrrrr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to all the rest,&lt;br /&gt;i believe we can do it. lets give it our best shot.&lt;br /&gt;sleep early, sleep tight, see you guys tmr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i better go to bed. before i just fall asleep infront of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;bye peepos! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-5801395177767330884?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5801395177767330884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=5801395177767330884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5801395177767330884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5801395177767330884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired.html' title='tired~'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8169670787264044113</id><published>2008-08-27T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:05:19.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally broke the news to mum.&lt;br /&gt;she nagged at me.&lt;br /&gt;she nag as if i was being lazy &amp;amp; never study for the maths paper likedat.&lt;br /&gt;being the me, i argued back.&lt;br /&gt;me: its not like i never study right? you saw me studying as well. then not passing, was that my fault?&lt;br /&gt;mum: *stares* * walks away*&lt;br /&gt;you cant blame me, i've always been slower than others. to me its quite an achievement to be what i am today. she knows it, she knew i was always slower than everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;i studied, i tried my best &amp;amp; i didnt give up half way through the paper.&lt;br /&gt;i knew i couldnt do it, but i tried my best recalling every single thing that my tutor/mr haw taught. i told myself" never give up".&lt;br /&gt;i left a few blanks only. i almost wanted to leave the whole damn paper blank. but i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;passing my english by 1 mark was good for me. why? because the paper was damn damn difficult. &amp;amp; what she could say was all boderline passes only ah? comeone, put yourself into my shoes. imagine you were the one doing the paper. i bet you would feel the way i did.&lt;br /&gt;you have never praised me for getting As before. &amp;amp; only scolded me for my Fs.&lt;br /&gt;you didnt see my improvement for ss. i have been failing ss for all my class tests.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for the freaking first time i passed. but, you think it wasnt enough. :/&lt;br /&gt;you didnt give me freedom that i had always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i go out, their standard phrase is..&lt;br /&gt;dont come home too late.&lt;br /&gt;before 10pm strikes, i do get calls from them.&lt;br /&gt;how many times do i go out a year. maybe 3 hands could do the job. why cant you let me enjoy myself? i'm old enough to know whats right &amp;amp; whats wrong. i'm a kid no more. i hate smokers cause i think they stink. i wont take drugs, cause i hate medicines. i wont do something i wouldnt do, cause i think thats cheap. i'm your daughter, you guys should trust me.&lt;br /&gt;i know you aren't bias, you dont side anyone.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should be grateful for having parents like you, unlike people like maybe sonja, maybe matthew?&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i should be sad, why dont i have parents who knows that i tried?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i seriously dont know..&lt;br /&gt;but *sighs* typical parents.&lt;br /&gt;i knew this was gonna happen before i told my mother about the results.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, peektures as promised. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEBQ1ZoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/X2gwADtjOWw/s1600-h/IMG_7628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190567597205122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEBQ1ZoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/X2gwADtjOWw/s320/IMG_7628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEBtM2SI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZRK433imQMY/s1600-h/IMG_7627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190567716182306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEBtM2SI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ZRK433imQMY/s320/IMG_7627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frisbee face=timo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEfNC7VI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LJVApVgqz14/s1600-h/IMG_7626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190575634378066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEfNC7VI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LJVApVgqz14/s320/IMG_7626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEVDVrnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j4dWsGAU6gA/s1600-h/IMG_7625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190572909309554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEVDVrnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/j4dWsGAU6gA/s320/IMG_7625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEA~ -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEmGQOvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vX0kqYjArQE/s1600-h/IMG_7624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190577484937970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEmGQOvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vX0kqYjArQE/s320/IMG_7624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random shot. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX0jnD2GI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DDg6vxfCV3Y/s1600-h/IMG_7634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190301939325026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX0jnD2GI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DDg6vxfCV3Y/s320/IMG_7634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOILET = singapore song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX0mdmaAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/BgCzIzO9DRE/s1600-h/IMG_7633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190302704953346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX0mdmaAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/BgCzIzO9DRE/s320/IMG_7633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o GREEN &amp;amp; CLEAN with 3 rooms view. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX05z7ugI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QaVfZyAC65s/s1600-h/IMG_7632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190307898898946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX05z7ugI/AAAAAAAAAYE/QaVfZyAC65s/s320/IMG_7632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON! BESTIE! :D made me addicted to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX00JPL3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Zo1WuuzwBKg/s1600-h/IMG_7630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190306377641842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX00JPL3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Zo1WuuzwBKg/s320/IMG_7630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geraint -.- LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX0x9HPfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/HCWV52T1nIc/s1600-h/IMG_7629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190305789918706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVX0x9HPfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/HCWV52T1nIc/s320/IMG_7629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no~ i'm so not out of the picture. half headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXoxLhn9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/_a8KvZRedAc/s1600-h/IMG_7642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190099423502290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXoxLhn9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/_a8KvZRedAc/s320/IMG_7642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT HAVE A TUMOUR! i just lost balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXo3cowPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/aHB4boHXDds/s1600-h/IMG_7640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190101105885426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXo3cowPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/aHB4boHXDds/s320/IMG_7640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO WATER = STONES = PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXpM39JYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3cFCXdDcyC0/s1600-h/IMG_7639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190106857612674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXpM39JYI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3cFCXdDcyC0/s320/IMG_7639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSCLE MAN! he never stopped doing that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXpEbpm2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/YgDx0uBwRQM/s1600-h/IMG_7638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190104591407970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXpEbpm2I/AAAAAAAAAXk/YgDx0uBwRQM/s320/IMG_7638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starbucks;lijing &amp;amp; geraint; twist=PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXpV7gngI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IVESsZcWQaE/s1600-h/IMG_7636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190109288439298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVXpV7gngI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IVESsZcWQaE/s320/IMG_7636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARBUCKS = thumbs up! :D&lt;br /&gt;ALICIA = SHE ROCKS TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;lijing = good photographer SHE STONE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye humans. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i fake a smile so that you dont know that i'm sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8169670787264044113?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8169670787264044113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8169670787264044113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8169670787264044113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8169670787264044113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-broke-news-to-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SLVYEBQ1ZoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/X2gwADtjOWw/s72-c/IMG_7628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4634885168644823055</id><published>2008-08-26T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:05:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELSA &amp;amp; ELSY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was supposed to be the first! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, joking luh.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, a short post before i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really busy this few days. i know i promised about the peektures.&lt;br /&gt;but i've been staying back everyday after school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the peektures are in the other computer.&lt;br /&gt;so, i promise to fill this space with peektures as well as the 2peace07 class blog as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;results all back, &amp;amp; i have yet to break the news to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;s&gt;have to&lt;/s&gt; MUST tell my parents the news before the report book comes back.&lt;br /&gt;looking on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;i only failed one subject! :D&lt;br /&gt;on the dark side,&lt;br /&gt;its all boderline passes. damn it. i hate Cs.&lt;br /&gt;lol, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;gooodbye humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4634885168644823055?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4634885168644823055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4634885168644823055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4634885168644823055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4634885168644823055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-elsa-elsy-d-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8987300172892496672</id><published>2008-08-24T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:37:37.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLYMPICS CLOSING CEREMONY ):</title><content type='html'>heyho peepos!&lt;br /&gt;just watched the closing ceremony of the beijing olympics. :/&lt;br /&gt;its over. nooooo~&lt;br /&gt;watched the match in the afternoon. the basketball match. :D&lt;br /&gt;USA won! :D&lt;br /&gt;they're damn pro luh!&lt;br /&gt;so anyways,&lt;br /&gt;back to the closing ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;although i never watch the opening, i think its SOUNDS better.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &amp;amp; cherilyn just show me a video.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT if you're eating your lunch/dinner.&lt;br /&gt;dont risk your food.&lt;br /&gt;its pretty disgusting/scary.&lt;br /&gt;more of a scary. so watch at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="index" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://xml.truveo.com/eb/i/1228490536/a/4c86ff7dda1f7b769d520f50a4658f1d/p/1" width="425" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="autostart=false&amp;amp;token=33a_1218642189" scale="showall"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 14px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #315270; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: 100; FONT-SIZE: 9px; COLOR: #c7d8e7; LINE-HEIGHT: 14px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; LETTER-SPACING: 0.1em; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.truveo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Find more videos like this on www.truveo.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its true, i really went omgomg after seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; joyce reaction was.. "i wanna vomit already luh".&lt;br /&gt;scaryyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to people that got my freaking attitude ytd, sorry! i didnt mean it.&lt;br /&gt;the maths work was staring at me, &amp;amp; i got problems with it.&lt;br /&gt;not only that, i got really pissed off with some people. that i feel like slapping them.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY CHERILYN! :X&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to be like pissed off with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, pictures will be up soon. &lt;u&gt;i promise.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be up anytime next week. so stay tuned. :D&lt;br /&gt;please dont slap me if you puke or something. I DIDNT FORCE YOU TO WATCH. :D&lt;br /&gt;gooooodbye humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUIDES COOKIE SALE ENDS NEXT WEEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8987300172892496672?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8987300172892496672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8987300172892496672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8987300172892496672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8987300172892496672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/heyho-peepos-just-watched-closing.html' title='OLYMPICS CLOSING CEREMONY ):'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1654380359601213290</id><published>2008-08-22T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:21:55.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was looking forward to the most interesting period for the whole week, PE!&lt;br /&gt;then it just had to rain during that time. ):&lt;br /&gt;so today got back another part of the results. :D&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe i pass social studies. :O&lt;br /&gt;i didnt finish a 7 mark question you know?&lt;br /&gt;but i pass by 0.5 mark only -.-&lt;br /&gt;pass poa as well..&lt;br /&gt;the rest are still in the process.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt bring myself to tell my parents/tution teacher my maths results.&lt;br /&gt;they'll get the shock of their lives. its a freaking F9! for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna break this history of failing the whole year. :/&lt;br /&gt;*criesssss &amp;amp; whines*&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best, but its still not a C6.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt even hit a E or D.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, THE COOOKIES ARE ON SALE AGAINNN! :D&lt;br /&gt;JUST GIVE ME A CALLL &amp;amp; YOUR ORDER will be! or maybe MSN also can.or sms? hahaha. whatever luh. just try means &amp;amp; ways to tell me. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;so goooooodbye people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED!&lt;br /&gt;ohya, leekuang's ankle broke cause honseng landed on it so tell me how heavy is honseng? lol.&lt;br /&gt;poooor leekuang. peace to ears. :D okay, i shouldnt so bad. xD awwwww, &amp;amp; he misses 3 truth. how touching. hahahahahaha, takecare! :D&lt;br /&gt;HE FAKE ME! he never even break his leg. -.- he just got a swollen pig leg. CHEY! dont care him already. i thought really break luh!=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1654380359601213290?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1654380359601213290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1654380359601213290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1654380359601213290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1654380359601213290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-looking-forward-to-most.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2487937763166831545</id><published>2008-08-21T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:46:06.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap results'/><title type='text'>crappy results</title><content type='html'>i realised i've been blogging alittle too much.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care. cause i've nothing better to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUPPOSED TO POST THE PEEEEKTURES UP TODAY, BUT THE PEEKTURES ARE NOT WITH ME YET!&lt;br /&gt;so, what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry people.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too high today.&lt;br /&gt;yet at the same time i am dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;i almost didnt want to come to school today. but i drag myself out of bed, drag my feet &amp;amp; drag myself to school. but after school, i suddenly felt highhhh!&lt;br /&gt;some results came back today.&lt;br /&gt;which was totally crap.&lt;br /&gt;alicia hates herself again.&lt;br /&gt;maths as expected fail.&lt;br /&gt;F9. i just hate function graphs.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry A2, 2 more marks to A1. assss!&lt;br /&gt;physics A2, 1 more mark to A1. shytface.&lt;br /&gt;english C6, the paper is extremely difficult. :/&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i think its crap because i found a thousand CARELESS mistakes in my paper.&lt;br /&gt;MY A1~&lt;br /&gt;lol nevermind, alicia wants to study harder for eoy.&lt;br /&gt;so overall i'm still happy for the papers excluding maths.&lt;br /&gt;sitting with gracia during maths is damn good okay?&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;because she's better than me in maths actually everything.&lt;br /&gt;so when you ask her question she always knows the answer &amp;amp; she explains herself better than haw do. :) THANKS GRACIA! :D&lt;br /&gt;while POA, sitting with cherilyn's great. cause we'll discuss answer which is good. &amp;amp; we'll go MRS TANG~ together. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i totalllly agree with karpak. school's nothing without friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, gooooodbye people. :D&lt;br /&gt;i still need to prepare tmr's full u. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going guides tmr. :/&lt;br /&gt;but i shall go. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2487937763166831545?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2487937763166831545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2487937763166831545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2487937763166831545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2487937763166831545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/crappy-results.html' title='crappy results'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-6978706946740293994</id><published>2008-08-20T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:53:19.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAVE SAVE SAVE'/><title type='text'>SENTOSA cum SHOPPING!</title><content type='html'>YAY! back from sentosa cum alittle shopping. :D&lt;br /&gt;tan lines fading. *cheers* like finally. i hate tan lines. it makes you look wierd.&lt;br /&gt;after today's trip i discovered that:&lt;br /&gt;-seaweeds are fun to play. :D&lt;br /&gt;-its fun to bury legs under the sand. :D&lt;br /&gt;-i hate wet sands.&lt;br /&gt;-BLACK SAND ARE COOLER THAN WHITE ONES. :D&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes, too sandy is irritating. xD&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA IS FUN!&lt;br /&gt;we forgot to take picture with the siloso word! :/&lt;br /&gt;noooooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; some guys are like sisters. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep so damn soundly tonight.&lt;br /&gt;which is good.&lt;br /&gt;shopping was fun yet sad. CAUSE ALMOST ALL OF US ARE BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like buying so many things. :/&lt;br /&gt;but i've got no cash. neither do i've card. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so ALICIA ANNOUNCE THAT FROM TODAY ONWARDS SHE IS SOOOO GONNA SAVE MONEY FOR THE NEXT SHOPPING TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;i need cashhh!&lt;br /&gt;i want to save 100 bucks which is impossible. but hey, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE. i might be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;SO, PLEASE DONT TEMPT ME TO BUY STUFFS. THANKS! :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, shall end here. i need to sleeeep.&lt;br /&gt;goooodbye &amp;amp; goooodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-6978706946740293994?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6978706946740293994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=6978706946740293994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6978706946740293994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/6978706946740293994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/sentosa-cum-shopping.html' title='SENTOSA cum SHOPPING!'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8195068402561086344</id><published>2008-08-20T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:34:57.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn it. i'm still waiting for my father to wake up, so i can tell him i'm going out.&lt;br /&gt;so i HAVE to wait till he's awake before i can leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;its 5 more minutes! &amp;amp; i'll have to chiong my way down to MRT.&lt;br /&gt;so,dont ask me why i'm still here typing my time away.&lt;br /&gt;i haven pack a single thing. &lt;br /&gt;fuck man, i'm gonna be late.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i shall use my fastest speed to go all the way there. :D&lt;br /&gt;so i shall type a short post first till daddy's awake.&lt;br /&gt;today's dnt paper was no comments. all i knew that for the first time, i'm letting time pass me by. never one paper i could sit there &amp;amp; stone. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i got a birthday card from geraint.&lt;br /&gt;THANKSSSS! i love it.&lt;br /&gt;shall post when i come back. or maybe TMR. :D&lt;br /&gt;gooodbye humans.&lt;br /&gt;DADDDDY WAKE UPPPPP. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8195068402561086344?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8195068402561086344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8195068402561086344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8195068402561086344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8195068402561086344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2108227901849453059</id><published>2008-08-19T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:46:39.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i'm back from making my ic. :D&lt;br /&gt;lucky i didnt hear geraint &amp;amp; go to the immigration place at like 8.30? lols.&lt;br /&gt;i went at 11 +.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have to wait, immediately it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;then trained back to bishan saw huisim &amp;amp; yuteng.&lt;br /&gt;didnt know who at first. xD&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna watch money no enough 2 tmr. -.-&lt;br /&gt;we watched already luh. lols, nevermind. :D&lt;br /&gt;so, tmr's the end of our stressful lives. NOT REALLY. there's still so many exams/test coming up. :/&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i am damn damn lazy to study dnt. cause i think there isnt a need. but i'll still study.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm a good girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1kXuCGm1c4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1kXuCGm1c4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, this video reveals what joyce was doing in the video the other time. too bad if you didnt manage to see it. :D&lt;br /&gt;i think its pretty retarded. but i'm starting to like it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YESUNG! YESUNG! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, i like yesung. BUT i'm not one of those crazy fans. *stares at joyce*&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye humans. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2108227901849453059?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2108227901849453059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2108227901849453059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2108227901849453059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2108227901849453059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-im-back-from-making-my-ic.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-5701313038668406127</id><published>2008-08-18T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:10:55.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's chinese was okay, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;1 more paper &amp;amp; we're done! :D&lt;br /&gt;there's no school tmr, so i'm gonna make my ic.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;thats about all, i've got no mood to blog either.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess its time all this nonsense end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-5701313038668406127?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5701313038668406127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=5701313038668406127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5701313038668406127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/5701313038668406127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-chinese-was-okay-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8711574841414671496</id><published>2008-08-17T16:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:30:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;alicia is blogging again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the reason is .. you.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, okay thats stupid. xD&lt;br /&gt;so the reason is simple, cause alicia is bored?&lt;br /&gt;tution this morning &amp;amp; after that i've been hogging onto the computer all day long. :D&lt;br /&gt;she finally taught me function graphs which is obviously too late. :/&lt;br /&gt;but still i understand alittle.&lt;br /&gt;maths definetly a SUREEEE fail. BUT i dont want it to bother me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so what've i been doing for the past few hours?&lt;br /&gt;i've been blog hopping.&lt;br /&gt;then i hopped onto this website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.englishfailblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span &gt;http://www.englishfailblog.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i found something, something i find it hilarious. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKfnASD-YvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/48-kVU95KP4/s1600-h/watches3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235407083876016882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKfnASD-YvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/48-kVU95KP4/s320/watches3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GENUINE FAKE&lt;/strong&gt; WATCHES&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why but i think its damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;the owner is really seeking attention. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, i hopped onto xiaxue's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i think one of her post damn true.&lt;br /&gt;seriously applies to some people.&lt;br /&gt;its about Plagiarism, so whats that? in short, its copying.&lt;br /&gt;you take what people write as yours.&lt;br /&gt;they just simply COPY PASTE every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;tsk, so creative huh. NOTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;there's someone i know who does that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;you know its irritating.&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought, wow___ engrish so powderful wor.&lt;br /&gt;in the end,___ took it from i dont know where &amp;amp; just copied it down.&lt;br /&gt;a blog is to write what you think, not how smart are you at copying.&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i would talk about this is because&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i think its damn true.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, trying to tell them they suck.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i hate _____.&lt;br /&gt;end of comments.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i dont count this as my second post for today. because to me i blogged (the previous post) yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, goodbye people.&lt;br /&gt;mummy is random, she suddenly ask me about some leaving school certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; made me think of where i put. &amp;amp; looking up &amp;amp; down for it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what? there isnt one at allll! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8711574841414671496?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8711574841414671496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8711574841414671496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8711574841414671496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8711574841414671496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/alicias-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKfnASD-YvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/48-kVU95KP4/s72-c/watches3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3329147269776065019</id><published>2008-08-17T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:27:56.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today was nothing but grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, i have taken the video on joyce away. because i know many of you wont understand. &amp;amp; also, joyce was like "!!!" me so yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back into EHB-ing again. :D&lt;br /&gt;i havent finish watching the other time.&lt;br /&gt;i have been saying EHB, but i think you guys doesnt seem to know whats that. its Exploration of the Human Body.&lt;br /&gt;okay, to make things easier for me i'll post the first part of 1 chapter up here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNklR2wabuA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its episode 5, the episode which i laughed the hardest. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;so if you like want to continue watching other parts just go to youtube &amp;amp; search for Super Junior E.H.B ep.5 part _/6 (eng sub).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats it i think?&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what to say, because i'm feeling damn sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;aright, gooodnight peepos. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3329147269776065019?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3329147269776065019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3329147269776065019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3329147269776065019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3329147269776065019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-today-was-nothing-but-grandmas-house.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1771730537668567893</id><published>2008-08-15T21:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:10:22.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamming'/><title type='text'>jamming with tnkkb.</title><content type='html'>I AM DAMN HUNGRY PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have dinner &amp;amp; lunch at around 12? &amp;amp; my stomach's being such an asss.&lt;br /&gt;*digs for fooood*&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt come back yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah, i was too drained out then i headed to bed for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; woke up 2 hours later, forgetting that she hasnt done any revision.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; continue to watch her precious tevee. till evening. xD&lt;br /&gt;started chiong-ing from seven, all the way to 11. for physics &amp;amp; lit.&lt;br /&gt;pro? not really, cause lit is down the long gang(drain lah-.-).&lt;br /&gt;physics? no comments.&lt;br /&gt;so, are exams over?!&lt;br /&gt;not really though. its not over, although it feels like exams are over. it isnt. :/&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers &amp;amp; i'll go highhhh!:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;but not forgetting that end of years are afew months away. :/&lt;br /&gt;so went jamming today, with tnkkb,cherilyn,joyce &amp;amp; timo.&lt;br /&gt;roy sang till his voice become sexy.&lt;br /&gt;no, he was screaming like a fool. screaming &amp;amp; shouting like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;so, i've got peektures + videoooo!&lt;br /&gt;so peeektures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLtsUxNrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/018PFDJzUbI/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743758996715186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLtsUxNrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/018PFDJzUbI/s320/DSC01314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLt60v05I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZsvsOVSpoCs/s1600-h/DSC01317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743762888938386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLt60v05I/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZsvsOVSpoCs/s320/DSC01317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HAND NEH SHAKE OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLtwYcFiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/07wrtVcN9j0/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743760085849634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLtwYcFiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/07wrtVcN9j0/s320/DSC01320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is this retarded kid over here? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLuMIQGtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TxTSpP07DbE/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743767534148306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLuMIQGtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TxTSpP07DbE/s320/DSC01331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce got realllllly "BIG" handssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLuDc_FTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/waLguCiU-cU/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743765205194034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLuDc_FTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/waLguCiU-cU/s320/DSC01346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLHlApYcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/f-MZ7h-2t1E/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743104198238658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLHlApYcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/f-MZ7h-2t1E/s320/DSC01321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tnkkb, not really. i know its blur. cause my hands are being naughty. cant blame. over-exausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLH_KEOKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EHWkC0_Ow6Y/s1600-h/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743111217068194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLH_KEOKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EHWkC0_Ow6Y/s320/DSC01328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I OPEN MY EYES ALREADY LEH! WHY STILL SO SMALL?!" so, now you know. xD JOKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLIKMBTVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PpoPqlDOwLE/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743114178055506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLIKMBTVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PpoPqlDOwLE/s320/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLINa_czI/AAAAAAAAAWM/2f0rXU3AZTA/s1600-h/DSC01307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743115046155058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLINa_czI/AAAAAAAAAWM/2f0rXU3AZTA/s320/DSC01307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i had to try out the self timer. nobody wanted to take with me wor. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLIHIG3CI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1cF0YQEPdUg/s1600-h/DSC01308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234743113356336162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLIHIG3CI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1cF0YQEPdUg/s320/DSC01308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then joyce came to the rescueee! sorry, i'm too lazy to rotate. TILT YOUR HEADS INSTEAD!&lt;br /&gt;now VIDEOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;retarded videos ahead. watch at your own risk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a64501b351af5b36" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da64501b351af5b36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329969100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60DCE3140E674FB3B2B765CB849DCC13BB9E86B5.39FBAA8BDC432378688D90BC1716193A82B8053%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da64501b351af5b36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsWA8Fz1tEZ0DIStxeahjv09dO6Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da64501b351af5b36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329969100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60DCE3140E674FB3B2B765CB849DCC13BB9E86B5.39FBAA8BDC432378688D90BC1716193A82B8053%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da64501b351af5b36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsWA8Fz1tEZ0DIStxeahjv09dO6Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you may not wanna on your speakers too loudly. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4510cff2c8e49094" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4510cff2c8e49094%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329969100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D313FEF58686E4F1685FE6924E7DC523CB659DE37.767F8C769E5C9918B1C6DBC0451FC866005781DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4510cff2c8e49094%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De41d5Xpoz8gmgzbu_oPpNwlw9Lo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4510cff2c8e49094%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329969100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D313FEF58686E4F1685FE6924E7DC523CB659DE37.767F8C769E5C9918B1C6DBC0451FC866005781DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4510cff2c8e49094%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De41d5Xpoz8gmgzbu_oPpNwlw9Lo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you may need to on it louder! cause i was outside when i took this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(dont mind all that laughing!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i declare that exams are over, although they're not really over. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank me for uploading the videossss! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gooodbye humans. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1771730537668567893?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4510cff2c8e49094&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a64501b351af5b36&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1771730537668567893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1771730537668567893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1771730537668567893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1771730537668567893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/jamming-with-tnkkb.html' title='jamming with tnkkb.'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SKWLtsUxNrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/018PFDJzUbI/s72-c/DSC01314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3748875664121574034</id><published>2008-08-14T07:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:59:30.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yooooo!&lt;br /&gt;i like using internet in the morning. seems like theres lesser people. lol. so the internet's faster!&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to go &amp;amp; eat breakfast, i said it ytd.&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up earlier then they did, because i took a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 7, forgot to check my phone cause cherilyn messaged me at 705&lt;br /&gt;changed &amp;amp; everything. wanted to tie hair but went to check phone.&lt;br /&gt;"dont go eat already, running nose wanna sleep longer"&lt;br /&gt;*faints* i already changed. nevermind, i shall study &amp;amp; use the computer while they, stupid pigs, are still sleeping. :D&lt;br /&gt;lol, my nose also abit problem. but i am fine now. :D&lt;br /&gt;later poa paper, comeon wish me luck! xD&lt;br /&gt;to those history &amp;amp; geog elective people.&lt;br /&gt;they are taking their paper now. :D&lt;br /&gt;GOODLUCK! :D&lt;br /&gt;i shall go tie my hair at 845.&lt;br /&gt;lol, i shall blog later when i come back! :D&lt;br /&gt;bye people. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3748875664121574034?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3748875664121574034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3748875664121574034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3748875664121574034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3748875664121574034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/yooooo-i-like-using-internet-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1912708297828049680</id><published>2008-08-13T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:24:11.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn it'/><title type='text'>exams please end quickly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDITED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS MELISSA ZEEEEEE FOR THE PRESENT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really love it. once again thanks! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today's paper was so _____. (insert your own words)&lt;br /&gt;i've got no comments for ss.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i've got one comment. it should have beeeen longer! 1 hour is just niceee! i couldnt complete the whole paper. probably because i didnt know how to phrase for my first question. &amp;amp; i practically stoned at it. :/ just hope that i'll pass. i've tried my best. :D&lt;br /&gt;maths is *scolds vulgarities*&lt;br /&gt;today, i felt that i was the unluckiest/stupid-est person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i could even do the first question!&lt;br /&gt;first question should be the easiest right? but i couldnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, its the worst thing. my stomach hurted like mad, &amp;amp; i had to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;then no damn teacher walked pass, made me wait. :/ in the end, went alone. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanteed to give up &amp;amp; go to sleep. but, if i just gave up like this, i'll hate myself forever. so i continued doing. just anyhow crap in.&lt;br /&gt;maths = sure fail. i just hope its some double digit. dont give me single digit please! imagine a single digit in your report book.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that my mother doesnt ask me about today's paper. *crys*&lt;br /&gt;i should seriously put this behind me &amp;amp; move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;SS &amp;amp; maths are finalllly over! :D&lt;br /&gt;tmr's poa, gonna study later.&lt;br /&gt;hope everything would go smoothly. :D&lt;br /&gt;breakfast with joyce &amp;amp; cherilyn tmr. since our paper starts at 945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay shall end here then.&lt;br /&gt;gooodbye people. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1912708297828049680?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1912708297828049680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1912708297828049680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1912708297828049680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1912708297828049680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/exams-please-end-quickly.html' title='exams please end quickly!'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-1219585621381678659</id><published>2008-08-12T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:36:45.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two down seven to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yesterday's group study&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was such an unPRODUCTIVE day.&lt;br /&gt;we did not study much. pretty much because there was miscommunication.&lt;br /&gt;so nevermind. at least i studied at night.&lt;br /&gt;they headed home while we went to school for our dnt textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;then left with the two of us, so we went for a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;not in the park. but at random places. &amp;amp; then i headed home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today ended early. :D&lt;br /&gt;super early.&lt;br /&gt;you ask me, how was the paper.&lt;br /&gt;easy, yet difficult.&lt;br /&gt;MCQ preeeettty easy. especially the last question of it. xD&lt;br /&gt;section B. okay lah, got some dont really know.&lt;br /&gt;section c. kill me pleaseeee! i think i lost 5 marks for the whole of the last question.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, my damn equation couldnt balance.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, there wasnt enough time.&lt;br /&gt;went around asking people whether they could balance the equation for the last question. almost everyone said yes, but their answers are all different. okay, thats wierd.&lt;br /&gt;lol, whatever. gonna put that paper behind me &amp;amp; move on to the next.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's subjects are "shit luh".&lt;br /&gt;its Social Studies which i usually fail.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Maths which i've never pass before for the whole of this year.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i am gonna study. how could i give up when the war hasn't even started! :D&lt;br /&gt;gonna try my best to answer all the questions tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck people. :D&lt;br /&gt;so it seems to me that exams are gonna be over soon. maybe because next week's paper are "nevermind one lah" because its cheena &amp;amp; dnt. :D&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wish i had those brain that can ace all the exams without even studying. then i will not be sitting here using all my brain cells just to study for 2 subjects. :/&lt;br /&gt;alrights alrights, i should seriously stop daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;leave it to tonight. :D&lt;br /&gt;better go do something more practical, study.&lt;br /&gt;goooodbye humanssss! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes people should know their limits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-1219585621381678659?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1219585621381678659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=1219585621381678659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1219585621381678659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/1219585621381678659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-down-seven-to-go.html' title='two down seven to go!'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2207801462373571529</id><published>2008-08-11T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:32:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one post before i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;so everyone's talking about the beijing olympic 2008.&lt;br /&gt;i swear its addictive! once i start i cant stop watching. &amp;amp; why must it fall during this period of time? when everyone's so busy with studies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i support KOREA &amp;amp; JAP! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i curse &amp;amp; swear at&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; china&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make it small so that nobody feels  hurt? yeah, hurt by it.&lt;br /&gt;but still i dont particularly hate them, but yeah you know. :D&lt;br /&gt;i know you dont know. but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;so our dearest joyce is also addicted by it. &amp;amp; she's watching the basketball match because she claims that her friend is playing for china. i bet you know who he is. YAOMING! yes, her total opposite friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, whatever. xD&lt;br /&gt;so i watched it in the afternoon &amp;amp; i cant stop.&lt;br /&gt;i watched the gymnastic part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then they started talking about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah yes, i learn gymnastic when i was primary school i guess? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no impression of any of the lessons. but i quit after 2 lessons. thats what they said,i dont know why too. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT i swear i cant do split.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know you guys will be like :O or maybe *HAHAHAHAHA-ING*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the participants are like all damn flexible. it seems like they dont have a single bone in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was being dragged out of the house to visit my uncle who is living in tampiness.&lt;br /&gt;the reason is because he's sick.&lt;br /&gt;its really scary to see him in that state now. although i am not that close to him either but still he's my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw him, during new year. he seems so normal. but today, he seemed weak &amp;amp; he is like damn skinny. :/&lt;br /&gt;if i am not wrong, its cancer.&lt;br /&gt;why do cancer people all so skinny?&lt;br /&gt;my auntie also died of cancer, i was closer to her then.&lt;br /&gt;she was also damn skinny.&lt;br /&gt;to think she just left us likedat. but it's better for her because she seemed to be in so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;only then, i realised that life's so fragile. you might not know what will happen to you tmr, next week, next month or even next year. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so live life to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, thats so depressing. :/&lt;br /&gt;ah, i have been asking this question &amp;amp; its seems like nobody can answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;what are the symptoms of mad cow disease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me you'll moo like a cow or act like a cow or something. xD&lt;br /&gt;standard joyce answer lah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;so if you know the answer, can you like tell me. i am damn curious lahhhh! :D&lt;br /&gt;okay better go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;goooooodbye humansss! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2207801462373571529?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2207801462373571529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2207801462373571529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2207801462373571529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2207801462373571529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-post-before-i-go-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3786944216501028477</id><published>2008-08-09T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:37:44.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gooodbye fourteen.</title><content type='html'>HEY HOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;once again, HAPPY BITHDAY ALICIA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; also HAPPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some last minute thing, because its gonna end soooon. noooooo~&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;so, today i practically did nothing. since i was at my grandma's house the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;but its lucky that i didnt go out isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;why? because today i wasnt feel that well. my stomach hurted like maddd. :/&lt;br /&gt;but i am alright now, because i slept. xD&lt;br /&gt;received lots of messages last night + today morning/afternoon. :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks people.&lt;br /&gt;it warms me to see so many messages &amp;amp; friendster comments coming in. whether if its advanced or not. &amp;amp; even people who came over to me to say happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so damn touched. i felt like crying. okay, i didnt cry. xD but still i feel touch. serious!&lt;br /&gt;i even got a wake up call from my uncle this morning just because he wanted to say happy birthday.even though i was seeing him later in the afternoon. -.- lol, but yeah still glad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i ought to tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;alicia, please learn to grow up. :D&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i wonder, isnt it good this way? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;thats why, i dont know if i should even tell myself to grow up. xD&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind about that.xD&lt;br /&gt;alicia has to learn to be disciplined &amp;amp; independant. thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;i aim to get at least 3 As for my end of year.&lt;br /&gt;i better do so. :D&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any "15 year old resolution" or anything.&lt;br /&gt;but just wish i can continue life sweet &amp;amp; simple. :D&lt;br /&gt;my only resolution is to get As in my uglyyyy report book.&lt;br /&gt;so well, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be normal day again :/&lt;br /&gt;but nehmind! there's still next yearrr. :D&lt;br /&gt;so i shall just spend the next half an our of my birthday happily.&lt;br /&gt;gooodnight humans. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*blows kiss to everyone out there*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks alot people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you guys till there's no tmr. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but still, I ROCKKKK! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO SNATCHING OF MY ROCKKKKKK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*looks at lijing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3786944216501028477?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3786944216501028477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3786944216501028477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3786944216501028477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3786944216501028477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/gooodbye-fourteen.html' title='gooodbye fourteen.'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2220357474109288827</id><published>2008-08-08T23:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:57:38.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebration in school! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEWARE LONG POST AHEADDDD!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to type this on the 8th august! but somehow time past so quickly. i was busy uploading the pictures then suddenly so many say happy birthday, only then i realised it was already NINETHAUGUST! :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i am here to blog about national day celebration in schoool! :D&lt;br /&gt;was rather boring this year. had some quizzes first.&lt;br /&gt;then recess, when they started sing birthday song for meee!&lt;br /&gt;thanks a billion people! :D&lt;br /&gt;but i think the connect singapore thing was pretty alright. cause my class was standing under the shade. :D weeee rockkkk! the girls went high hours before the thing started. so well, yeah. we screamed at whoever teacher we knew &amp;amp; of course lijing &amp;amp; friends. lijing's group reaction was the funniest. they gave the (huh?) face.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chin was the bestttt! she screamed with us luh. i think she's the best teacher i knew, probably the best teacher on earth! :D&lt;br /&gt;then had the actual thing. which i think only we were reciting the pledge.&lt;br /&gt;so the whole thing ended went over to the staff room there to take pictures with some of the teacherssss! :D it feels like teacher's day for us luh. xD&lt;br /&gt;then went over to joyce house to eat carrot cake. BUTTTT the stall never open. :/&lt;br /&gt;ate others instead. :D&lt;br /&gt;then we went home to bathe &amp;amp; change before going out again.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch money no enough 2! :D&lt;br /&gt;tell you the show is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;but my stomach had to ache around the middle. i controlled until end of the show. :D&lt;br /&gt;but its damn nice! damn touching lah!&lt;br /&gt;all of us cried except joyce.&lt;br /&gt;joyce: wah feel like slapping them.&lt;br /&gt;the show lasted for about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;i rate the show 9/10! :D&lt;br /&gt;then joyce &amp;amp; sandy left. while me &amp;amp; cherilyn shopped awhile. :D&lt;br /&gt;shopped all the way back to bishan.&lt;br /&gt;ate takopachi. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; bubbletea before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;so the peeeektures!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtHDpD0lI/AAAAAAAAAT0/id0j5vPS5TA/s1600-h/DSC01705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176835101708882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtHDpD0lI/AAAAAAAAAT0/id0j5vPS5TA/s320/DSC01705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrchua; the mr same expression cher. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtG5_1OmI/AAAAAAAAATs/QPbtvkTbjvI/s1600-h/DSC01703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176832512866914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtG5_1OmI/AAAAAAAAATs/QPbtvkTbjvI/s320/DSC01703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHITIES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtcS8AgXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sAgXW8QeYtU/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232177199984968050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtcS8AgXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sAgXW8QeYtU/s320/DSC01249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sandyyyyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtcs_DzlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LSUcriQtpH4/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232177206977089106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtcs_DzlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LSUcriQtpH4/s320/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heading back to bishan. i was darn cold. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtHMLoaMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/E5JUOQrmCNI/s1600-h/DSC01706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176837394196674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtHMLoaMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/E5JUOQrmCNI/s320/DSC01706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, this stupid fly. flew right into my cup. retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtHaSln5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/t27fAMjOowo/s1600-h/DSC01707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176841181470610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtHaSln5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/t27fAMjOowo/s320/DSC01707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce just had to do some art. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtHdbMKUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_a7xwmFiCF8/s1600-h/DSC01708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176842022857026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtHdbMKUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_a7xwmFiCF8/s320/DSC01708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made it stuck there. *points to joyce*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsteIn9jI/AAAAAAAAATE/ubME1ips95c/s1600-h/DSC01687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176395536823858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsteIn9jI/AAAAAAAAATE/ubME1ips95c/s320/DSC01687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS PEOPLE! I LOVE THEM ALLLL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxstbGQOnI/AAAAAAAAATM/hjDdmQwkrxA/s1600-h/DSC01692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176394721573490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxstbGQOnI/AAAAAAAAATM/hjDdmQwkrxA/s320/DSC01692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i wasnt looking at joyce's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxstdxXIRI/AAAAAAAAATU/emFf4uMfS2Y/s1600-h/DSC01696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176395439251730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxstdxXIRI/AAAAAAAAATU/emFf4uMfS2Y/s320/DSC01696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS NGGGGGG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxstlNdwJI/AAAAAAAAATc/hIFY1tzl2vo/s1600-h/DSC01698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176397436174482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxstlNdwJI/AAAAAAAAATc/hIFY1tzl2vo/s320/DSC01698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyceeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxstrmiasI/AAAAAAAAATk/cT8P2u5zP4E/s1600-h/DSC01700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232176399151950530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxstrmiasI/AAAAAAAAATk/cT8P2u5zP4E/s320/DSC01700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR CHENNNNNNNN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsS_ABkUI/AAAAAAAAASc/zpSOK5BhSyg/s1600-h/DSC01245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175940502655298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsS_ABkUI/AAAAAAAAASc/zpSOK5BhSyg/s320/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yu tenggg! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsS5YZynI/AAAAAAAAASk/hvTBoNei5s8/s1600-h/DSC01683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175938994293362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsS5YZynI/AAAAAAAAASk/hvTBoNei5s8/s320/DSC01683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we didnt say that we wanted to wear the same socks. it was all coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsTKoBs9I/AAAAAAAAASs/balDWRW4M-k/s1600-h/DSC01684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175943623226322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsTKoBs9I/AAAAAAAAASs/balDWRW4M-k/s320/DSC01684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracia has SMALLLL water bottle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsTKcEuSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8Aa4Yxglrug/s1600-h/DSC01685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175943573092642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsTKcEuSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8Aa4Yxglrug/s320/DSC01685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photoooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsTAJHVrI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DfQI1j_2FZE/s1600-h/DSC01686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175940809217714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxsTAJHVrI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DfQI1j_2FZE/s320/DSC01686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were fighting for the "taller" place. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrwgzqHUI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fK8IAxE01e0/s1600-h/DSC01239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175348282170690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrwgzqHUI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fK8IAxE01e0/s320/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREYY-CIAAAA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrwo1GLzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2rInt1MhGIQ/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175350435688242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrwo1GLzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2rInt1MhGIQ/s320/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrwohGIyI/AAAAAAAAASE/afVDRleNieo/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175350351799074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrwohGIyI/AAAAAAAAASE/afVDRleNieo/s320/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was being retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrwh-qUJI/AAAAAAAAASM/Bu8rpxN4WbU/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175348596756626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrwh-qUJI/AAAAAAAAASM/Bu8rpxN4WbU/s320/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa. yanyan &amp;amp; raintraint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrw16_6KI/AAAAAAAAASU/PC_mjjLuP1Q/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175353950103714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrw16_6KI/AAAAAAAAASU/PC_mjjLuP1Q/s320/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiting! :D obviously my hair was screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYZK0GOI/AAAAAAAAARM/fpFld73gG14/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232174933914949858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYZK0GOI/AAAAAAAAARM/fpFld73gG14/s320/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASSANDRA MAK CHOR YEEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYSeeeEI/AAAAAAAAARU/FAr-iC5Tj6U/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232174932118370370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYSeeeEI/AAAAAAAAARU/FAr-iC5Tj6U/s320/DSC01235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNJUN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYnF_XjI/AAAAAAAAARc/hBXmfnNTQIg/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232174937652813362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYnF_XjI/AAAAAAAAARc/hBXmfnNTQIg/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYjN1E5I/AAAAAAAAARk/0-ZBulIvNCI/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232174936611951506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYjN1E5I/AAAAAAAAARk/0-ZBulIvNCI/s320/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! *stares at bryan*&lt;br /&gt;they were like using my phone to take pictures of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYmdKkZI/AAAAAAAAARs/j17CAZnevzk/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232174937481580946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxrYmdKkZI/AAAAAAAAARs/j17CAZnevzk/s320/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all white, 1 red. :D&lt;br /&gt;so i am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIFTEEEEN&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;yay or boo? i dont know. :D&lt;br /&gt;so,i've been living in this stressful place for fifteen years already. :D&lt;br /&gt;its now time to thank people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways, for today's present.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a million &amp;amp; billion thanks to those invoved. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to joyce: thanks for like spending your time for me! i feel so touched. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to sandy; heard that you were sick but because you wanna bring those things to give joyce. you drag your feet to school. :/ sorry &amp;amp; thank you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to every single one of you who wrote something for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you guys too! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; to those who actually remembered my birthday&amp;amp; wished me and those who wished me when 12 midnight strikes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks &amp;amp; more THANKS     S! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to those who sang birthday song for me. thanks! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i think i'm the world luckiest girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;why? you're asking me why?&lt;br /&gt;the answer is short &amp;amp; sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i have friends who cares &amp;amp; friends who are always there by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're always full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i knew they were making something. but i didnt know what they were making. :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks to karpak for your $2! :D haha, first time i'm getting $2 from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks &amp;amp; i love you people! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the end!&lt;br /&gt;might be thanking more people tmr or something. LOL. i dont know. see how things go first.&lt;br /&gt;i love mummmmmy! cause she's making foooood. xD hahahaha, okay fine whatever. i am a greeedy pig. xD yes, she's still up now making jellllllly for meeee! ah yes, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST FOR ME&lt;/span&gt;! actually not really. its like for anyone but its made because of me. xD&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, okay goooodbye then! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: blog more tmrrr! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2220357474109288827?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2220357474109288827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2220357474109288827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2220357474109288827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2220357474109288827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day-celebration-in-school-d.html' title='National Day Celebration in school! :D'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJxtHDpD0lI/AAAAAAAAAT0/id0j5vPS5TA/s72-c/DSC01705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8570642853674769380</id><published>2008-08-07T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:50:42.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am feeeeling alittle drowsy now. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleeep. i mean nap. :D&lt;br /&gt;school's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;exams are killing all the poor &amp;amp; innocent students &amp;amp; also the greeeeen treesssss! how could they!&lt;br /&gt;i want my english paper backkkkk! tsk, thanks to those who arent going. we cant take them back. hope she returns to those who go to school tmr. :D&lt;br /&gt;so i mentioned we'll be holding hands. &amp;amp; i so dont feel like going school tmr. but when i ask my mother she'll give me a super standard answer.&lt;br /&gt;me: can i not go to school tmr?&lt;br /&gt;mother: why?&lt;br /&gt;me: cause tmr also not studying.&lt;br /&gt;mother: cannot lah, tmr still a school day.&lt;br /&gt;i have been asking since dont know which year. &amp;amp; this is the answer she'll give me. :/&lt;br /&gt;so today's the inter class debate finals.&lt;br /&gt;3 peace wonnnn! :D&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy for them because i dont like 3 love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; 3 truth got 3rd. okay, how amazing is that? i think we didnt do really well, cause its our first time to debate FORMALLLY.&lt;br /&gt;but goood job to the debaters. excluding umar. he's a piece of useless shit. :D WAIT, i am not being racist okay?&lt;br /&gt;then physics test came back. not as bad as i expected.&lt;br /&gt;22/25. :D NOT BAD EH! okay thanks to that stupid elevator question. if not i could have got 1 more mark. i know you'll be like 1 more mark onlyyyy! it makes a difference okay! i had enough of all the fail by 1 mark test. you know how it feels like to fail by a freaking mark?&lt;br /&gt;so to sum up today, 3 peace debaters rocks &amp;amp; i rockkkk! :D&lt;br /&gt;chinese was -speechless-. because as i guessed. we'll be doing the workbook. then next lesson'll be compo. STANDARD.&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, i realised we left our d&amp;amp;t textbooks in the d&amp;amp;t roooom! then we need to study for the examssss. okay, i shall take it back one of the days. :D&lt;br /&gt;i think the textbooks are useless already. since the teachers gave us useful notes. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall go take my nap.&lt;br /&gt;goooooodbye! :D&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8570642853674769380?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8570642853674769380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8570642853674769380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8570642853674769380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8570642853674769380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-feeeeling-alittle-drowsy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-940517802932363674</id><published>2008-08-06T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:01:33.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H-O-T like you! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;firstly,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPPPPPY BIRTHDAY ROY BOEY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so its roy's birthday. how touched can he be to receive presents from us? hahaha, YOU BETTER USE IT! :D its as retarded as you. including 2 happy birthday songs from your precious 3 truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it felt like ages since i blogged. but i noticed, its only 3 days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably because time seemed to pass so quickly since i had so many things up my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finalllly finished doing ALL the OVERDUED homeworks and of course the given today homeworks. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally my book review is done. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have got additional friends for the pimples on my face. :/ MORE PIMPLES. yes, it suck big time. somehow today feels like a thursday. how i wish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally i am able to come to relieve some stress. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've planned a "wonderful" timetable for myself. but no way am i going to get myself tied down by studies, of course there are breaks in between.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i dont study like 7 hours a day, at least i studied 4-5 hours daily. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the person who planned this timetable sucked. its either she has no brains or she wants us to die from studying. thanks so much for putting all the memorising subjects first. all the sciences, the maths, the humanities &amp;amp; poa etc are all in ONE week. while chinese &amp;amp; dnt is in another week &amp;amp; there's one day which i do not need to go to school. so how sucky can that be. chiong for the past few weeeeks, then left with 2 super slack subjects behind. can they shift like some important subjects which needs like a thousand years to revise with cheena &amp;amp; dnt? the best is putting social studies back. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol, so the weather has been terribly warm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;humanities room is so humid. even the air that the fan blows is hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can feel the difference between outside &amp;amp; inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, friday we'll be holding hands. okay, how dumb can that be? we'll be holding hands to form a heart shape? i think. with other school. our school will be taking the canal part i think, outside school. i would rather stay at home to sleep &amp;amp; study than to waste my precious time holding hands. but for the cip points, i have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heard that lijing failed her english. now, i am worrying for myself. how much would i get then? 20? gosh, cant imagine. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so i shall end with one picture taken today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJmgMGRhX9I/AAAAAAAAARE/NJ_toUOeYu0/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231388571870519250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJmgMGRhX9I/AAAAAAAAARE/NJ_toUOeYu0/s320/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fyi, cherilyn was looking there cause the shop's alarm rang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, i got scared tooooo. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so goooodbye humannnnns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-940517802932363674?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/940517802932363674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=940517802932363674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/940517802932363674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/940517802932363674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/h-o-t-like-you-xd.html' title='H-O-T like you! xD'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJmgMGRhX9I/AAAAAAAAARE/NJ_toUOeYu0/s72-c/DSC01680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4984814034113089805</id><published>2008-08-03T15:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:43:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just logged in to sharepoint to do my chemistry OVERDUED assignment. :D&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to go check if mr lim posted the pictures from the korea trip.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; surprisingly, he did. :D&lt;br /&gt;so i came here to post the pictures up. some from mr lim some from shermaine some from jesmond etc.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;in random order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVfcrT-LRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iFxsYXHTIvQ/s1600-h/big+eyes;small+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230191488528166162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVfcrT-LRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iFxsYXHTIvQ/s320/big+eyes%3Bsmall+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, like whatever? edited by kengyee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVfc5SyBpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/rooe9QoTT8I/s1600-h/buddddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230191492281271954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVfc5SyBpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/rooe9QoTT8I/s320/buddddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow my buddy takes picture with everyone more than taking with me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVfc9XQoUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DhanoFGpL2M/s1600-h/BULLL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230191493373796674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVfc9XQoUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DhanoFGpL2M/s320/BULLL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no commmments. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVmNggGoLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/r09W5ztq1Ls/s1600-h/Korean+Air+Meal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230198924509618354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVmNggGoLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/r09W5ztq1Ls/s320/Korean+Air+Meal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korean airrrr foood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVlGWgZcFI/AAAAAAAAANE/ARInOBb9huM/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230197702055784530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVlGWgZcFI/AAAAAAAAANE/ARInOBb9huM/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVlGsoK0_I/AAAAAAAAANM/RqDg02_kROU/s1600-h/Blue+Sky+05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230197707993961458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVlGsoK0_I/AAAAAAAAANM/RqDg02_kROU/s320/Blue+Sky+05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air-lo-plane :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVlG_HEp-I/AAAAAAAAANU/zeq1R3BMgVY/s1600-h/changi+airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230197712955418594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVlG_HEp-I/AAAAAAAAANU/zeq1R3BMgVY/s320/changi+airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effect wierd wierd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVlHdzqQYI/AAAAAAAAANk/cKLvQri5_sE/s1600-h/Folk+Village+(Suncheon)+Inside+the+Court.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230197721195495810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVlHdzqQYI/AAAAAAAAANk/cKLvQri5_sE/s320/Folk+Village+(Suncheon)+Inside+the+Court.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kneeeels*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVnIIGyp1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/GjRgwua8DIY/s1600-h/with+alastair"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230199931573282642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVnIIGyp1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/GjRgwua8DIY/s320/with+alastair%27s+budddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with alastair's buddeeeehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVnBMdZRUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jwtSiVZ3ZAg/s1600-h/PIGS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230199812482745666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVnBMdZRUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jwtSiVZ3ZAg/s320/PIGS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTONGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVnBpCqrjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lNTpvXQkjBo/s1600-h/TELL+ME+DANCE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230199820155268658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVnBpCqrjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lNTpvXQkjBo/s320/TELL+ME+DANCE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iseeeee my buddeeehhhh! tell me dance. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVqeGgzFYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mcylk9x-qbk/s1600-h/AAAAA"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203607637497218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVqeGgzFYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Mcylk9x-qbk/s320/AAAAA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she screams:" AAAAAAAAAAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVqeS4gmVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/flArJ_FmMEo/s1600-h/attentive+worsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203610958174546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVqeS4gmVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/flArJ_FmMEo/s320/attentive+worsss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;attttentive worsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVqecEt88I/AAAAAAAAAPk/p-MtrobFlTs/s1600-h/english+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203613425300418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVqecEt88I/AAAAAAAAAPk/p-MtrobFlTs/s320/english+class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;english lesssson! daschund(?) hotdogs -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVqelMKr_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/w5HvRuHVYEQ/s1600-h/freedom+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203615872462834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVqelMKr_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/w5HvRuHVYEQ/s320/freedom+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230203616583169474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVqen1nNcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mJ9Xqzgobzg/s320/freedom+bridge+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; you can chooose, either bryan smiling &amp;amp; lijing scratching ORRRR lijing not scratching &amp;amp; bryan not smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVsYe83cXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fPbx65EKLoQ/s1600-h/pe-ing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230205710141714802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVsYe83cXI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fPbx65EKLoQ/s320/pe-ing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they look like they bullying vito. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVsYgeiCfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0XfE_e7t7fA/s1600-h/prinicpal!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230205710551353842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVsYgeiCfI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0XfE_e7t7fA/s320/prinicpal!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with the principal. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVsYgzMO_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vqS2BWBcaCE/s1600-h/seee+the+difference.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230205710638005234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVsYgzMO_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vqS2BWBcaCE/s320/seee+the+difference.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;looook at the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr-3TCbRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/b_kdOSM7N5o/s1600-h/girlssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230205270000561426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr-3TCbRI/AAAAAAAAAP8/b_kdOSM7N5o/s320/girlssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr-9FUIlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/btcswCaxQK8/s1600-h/imitating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230205271553614418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr-9FUIlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/btcswCaxQK8/s320/imitating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they imitating the statue. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr_GJM8LI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_EHxjzRsXdw/s1600-h/lee+ta+de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230205273985839282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr_GJM8LI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_EHxjzRsXdw/s320/lee+ta+de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr_PCiawI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0GXN137M4vw/s1600-h/LIJING!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230205276373805826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr_PCiawI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0GXN137M4vw/s320/LIJING!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJINGGGGG! only now then i realise we in different class. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr_C5WOwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yaWooc_v_3A/s1600-h/never+smile+-.-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230205273114032898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVr_C5WOwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yaWooc_v_3A/s320/never+smile+-.-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never smile, never smile, smile abit, smiles widelyyyyy! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay. done! like finallllllllehhhh! cause i took damn long to just post up all this peeekturesss. :D be gladddd i toooook my precious time out, okay? xD&lt;br /&gt;okay, i stillll miss korea hell loads!&lt;br /&gt;i am stilll considering whether to dance the tell me dance AGAIN. -.-  i think the people will be like AGAIN?! -.- lol. see how first. we are so gonnnnna pull more people up with us. like those lijing,shermaine etccccc. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay shalll end here.&lt;br /&gt;goooooodbye humanssss! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4984814034113089805?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4984814034113089805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4984814034113089805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4984814034113089805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4984814034113089805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-logged-in-to-sharepoint-to-do-my.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJVfcrT-LRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iFxsYXHTIvQ/s72-c/big+eyes%3Bsmall+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3755359418541497111</id><published>2008-08-01T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:31:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritating foools.</title><content type='html'>the weather this few days have beeeen reallly really terrible. imagine someone could sit &amp;amp; sweat at the same time. i want the raining weather back. :/&lt;br /&gt;today's english paper was no comments. :D&lt;br /&gt;at least i know the summary!&lt;br /&gt;so today's lesson seemed prettty short. we only had SS for today. :D&lt;br /&gt;got back SS marks which was totally crap, cause i failed by a freaking mark. i hate failing by 1 mark. cause it suck.&lt;br /&gt;so after school didnt have guides, so went over to jeight. bought sweets, then off i went HOME :D&lt;br /&gt;glad that i didnt follow joyce and sandy to their "malaysia" &amp;amp; "indonesia". -.- so, i decided to mugggg! :D&lt;br /&gt;studied on chemistry, not yet done. still left a few chapters.&lt;br /&gt;take one step at a time. from 2 hours to 3 &amp;amp; slowly increasing it. :D&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i get a sense of accomplishment after studying a chapter.&lt;br /&gt;alicia, finalllly took her first step out.&lt;br /&gt;*pats* gooodwork girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i am wierd to be 'talking" to myself always. but hey, it helps. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i've been checking my mails lately. but not a sight of yun wha. :/&lt;br /&gt;she havent been mailing me since the day she says she's having her exams. well, i shall wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;its either she's playing too hard or studying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;people nowadays seeeems to irritated me alot, every single thing they do.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm not the problem, its them. cause i'm not the only one feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop acting humble when inside you, you're thinking it the other way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more they irritated me, the more i shouldnt feel irritated.&lt;br /&gt;studies are more important to me now. other things, wait till everything's over first. :D&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;i've so damn many things i wanna buy. :/&lt;br /&gt;i neeeeeed a freaking pencil box.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a freaking new bag.&lt;br /&gt;please santa if you see this, fulfil my wish! xD&lt;br /&gt;okay, its dumb. by the time its christmas, i probably do not need them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;alicia the dumbass shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;gooooodbye!&lt;br /&gt;tell me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISCIPLINE &amp;amp; CONCENTRATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3755359418541497111?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3755359418541497111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3755359418541497111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3755359418541497111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3755359418541497111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/08/irritating-foools.html' title='irritating foools.'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-7070302357277322980</id><published>2008-07-31T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:07:46.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sighs* another week past again, just likedat.&lt;br /&gt;english paper tmr.  ALLLL THE BEST TO ME &amp;amp; EVERYONE. :D&lt;br /&gt;today had the inter class debate, as expected by everyone we lose, but with glory. :D&lt;br /&gt;i think 3 love's speech was super boring. at least our debaters werent so dry, they made people laugh okay!  ohwells, good job people. dont worry, we dont give a damn to that inter class anyways. :D we look forward to the frisbee one. xD hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i wanna say alicia is a stupid dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because we had a cheena test, &amp;amp; alicia the great forgot to write one of the section of answers into the answer sheet. &amp;amp; i lost 8 marks. if not i could have got 32, &amp;amp; now? i failed by one mark 24.&lt;br /&gt;alicia, you are a sucker. i swear you are.&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt, remember to check a thousand times before handing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the maths test is so easy that i would fail. he say that this paper will be easy because the previous paper was difficult. i think the previous paper was so much easier lah. i think it'll be a single digit again. nooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, nothing much also.&lt;br /&gt;alicia's having the worst cramp in her life. i swear it hurts like nobody's business. :/ its the worst cramp i ever had. hope it doesnt hurt likedat tmr. if not i'll not be able to do my paper properly. :/ BUT i am not having moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;cause, i think girls with moodswing's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;well, its okay to have moodswing. but some, just swing too quickly &amp;amp; its a daily routine to them. *shrugs* dont know whats on their mind.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, girls who flirts are the worst species ever!&lt;br /&gt;dont you think they dont have to study anymore? &amp;amp; just get themselves prepared to be a prostitute at geylang.thats like a perfect job for them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJG0dURreuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DGzNTeiX80g/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229159058105924322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJG0dURreuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DGzNTeiX80g/s320/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, sandy's an oily woman. she has 6 oil film in A bag. 4 different brands somemore. xD&lt;br /&gt;i think she's just prepared to lend reggie lim a few pieces. xD okayokay, enough. REGGIE LIM SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOODBYE! :D&lt;br /&gt;post again tmr! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-7070302357277322980?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7070302357277322980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=7070302357277322980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7070302357277322980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7070302357277322980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/07/sighs-another-week-past-again-just.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SJG0dURreuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DGzNTeiX80g/s72-c/DSC01225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-3317043352919119533</id><published>2008-07-29T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:17:38.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTIVATION PLEASEEEE COME TO ME!</title><content type='html'>quick post before i go off. :D&lt;br /&gt;so this weeeek, has been quite tough cause common test is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just tooooo lazy to start study. my brain tells me to, but my hands refuse to do it. :/&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna fail this common test, please. i'll start TOMORRROW! i swear. i cant start today, i've got homeworks to complete. as well as to study. i will start mass mugging tmr! 3-4 hours a day of mugging. :D MOTIVATION PLEASE COME TO MEEEEEE! i neeeeed you badly. :/&lt;br /&gt;my chinese have been deproving alot recently. i still prefer the old format. with all the zhao ju &amp;amp; stuffs. i better start practising. :/&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a failure. cant imagine what will happen to me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; sandy says she wanna take accounting for the sake of moneyyyyy! tsk, SANDY accounting is BORINGGGGG! dont just do it for the sake of money. she takes amaths &amp;amp; yet wants to do accounting. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;okay enough. i'd better go off. :D&lt;br /&gt;dont think i'll be coming on so frequent anymore. if i've got freeee time, then i'll come.&lt;br /&gt;but dont expect much, it will all be concerning STUDIES.&lt;br /&gt;okay goooodbye humans. :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking tooooo much. alicia, face reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-3317043352919119533?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3317043352919119533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=3317043352919119533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3317043352919119533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/3317043352919119533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/07/motivation-pleaseeee-come-to-me.html' title='MOTIVATION PLEASEEEE COME TO ME!'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-7010821775701264801</id><published>2008-07-25T20:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:00:27.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laser quest'/><title type='text'>LASER QUEST!</title><content type='html'>HEYHO people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letssss seee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today;&lt;br /&gt;today's pe wasnt as fun as last week. we learned something new which was super duper difficult to score. *sighs* i dont want backwards pass.&lt;br /&gt;then lessons as usual. which was boring. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guides after school. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LASERQUEST! :D&lt;/span&gt; i tell you its damn damn damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;excluding alll the aches &amp;amp; everything it was reallllly fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;it was all about shoooting your opponent in the dark. shooot the lights! :D&lt;br /&gt;huiting,shermaine,amanda &amp;amp; me formed one group. :D they damn pro luh.&lt;br /&gt;we were the first team. versus then malini's group. we were basically screaming &amp;amp; shouting inside. me &amp;amp; dakshayani made or guns kiss. xD&lt;br /&gt;so went out everyone was sweating. lol. &amp;amp; our team won. 710! :D while the other group was 400? hahahaha. i see everyone i also scream. like AHHHHHH! then shoot shoot shooot. xD even if its my own team xD but i think i didnt shoot my own team members?&lt;br /&gt;then second time we were competing against some of the sec2s &amp;amp; sec1. :D they damn smart luh! they hide then shoot from all the shapes,the holes i mean. but we still won! we got a total points of 1360? if i am not wrong. :D we were better at running? i guess. haha. but my point were only 75. cause my gun suddenly cannot shoot luh. LOL have to find my way out. then went back in again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wells, overall it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;lets have outing there someday?&lt;br /&gt;BUT its damn ex. like if 10 -20 people participating only. the price is like 3.50 per person.&lt;br /&gt;then we booked the area for 2 hours. 1 hour $15. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;but guides will be going again next year, &amp;amp; for the sake of  this year sec3s batch it will be during the beginning of the year. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay enough. PEEEEKTURES!&lt;br /&gt;from today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInMRI5QAFI/AAAAAAAAALE/zcKgYfCOhpo/s1600-h/DSC00259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226933437357621330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInMRI5QAFI/AAAAAAAAALE/zcKgYfCOhpo/s320/DSC00259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the better one. :D (first opponent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInMRXfSLCI/AAAAAAAAALU/QYfC7yTqzII/s1600-h/DSC00286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226933441275243554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInMRXfSLCI/AAAAAAAAALU/QYfC7yTqzII/s320/DSC00286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUIDESSSSSS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInMRkkQNSI/AAAAAAAAALc/s-JQ4sevwqU/s1600-h/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226933444785747234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInMRkkQNSI/AAAAAAAAALc/s-JQ4sevwqU/s320/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i left. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still lots of pictures not with me. AMANDAAAAA! i want. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some reallllly overdue-d peektures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM35oINLI/AAAAAAAAALk/nvr_QpOlFns/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226934103274173618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM35oINLI/AAAAAAAAALk/nvr_QpOlFns/s320/DSC01156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM37uKrjI/AAAAAAAAALs/FpFj2XRv41E/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226934103836372530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM37uKrjI/AAAAAAAAALs/FpFj2XRv41E/s320/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YASMINEEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM34vJiiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u6xZj5hHXT0/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226934103035185698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM34vJiiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u6xZj5hHXT0/s320/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM4L2Om4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LF_0e074oZc/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226934108165151618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM4L2Om4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LF_0e074oZc/s320/DSC01175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardworking? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM4BI0s7I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Vn1zeiC_Ak/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226934105290355634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInM4BI0s7I/AAAAAAAAAME/6Vn1zeiC_Ak/s320/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInNKjSsQAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uZlhpVq9IFA/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226934423696195586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInNKjSsQAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uZlhpVq9IFA/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still say i take candid peeekures. its not bad okay!&lt;br /&gt;yes, iam not in any of the photos for the OVERDUE-D ones. somehow, i'm the photographer. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. post more peektures when i get them from amanda. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, gooooodbye humans. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-7010821775701264801?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7010821775701264801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=7010821775701264801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7010821775701264801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/7010821775701264801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/07/laser-quest.html' title='LASER QUEST!'/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4Dm9uZanURo/SInMRI5QAFI/AAAAAAAAALE/zcKgYfCOhpo/s72-c/DSC00259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-8297787549067423001</id><published>2008-07-23T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:26:20.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i mentioned that i will not rant anymore. didnt i? LOL. so i'll keep to the promise &amp;amp; not rant. :D&lt;br /&gt;so summarising the last 3 days including today&amp;amp; the conclusion is that its damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;i only remember bits about the days, excluding today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday;&lt;br /&gt;school's as usual. just that i still had some weekend homeworks not done. tried doing them, but somehow i just dont feeeel like  doing :/&lt;br /&gt;tuesday;&lt;br /&gt;school was normal. just that since common test is coming all the teachers are like afraid that they will not be able to finish teaching all the topics that will be tested for common test 2. so again its a day of rushing.&lt;br /&gt;today;&lt;br /&gt;weather was damn shiok. felt like korea. :/ i wasnt caught in the rain. :D&lt;br /&gt;today was a blast, in the bad way. had three tests in  day. POA is 100% fail. the other 2 is only 50-50. so wells, whatever. whats done cannot be undone. skipped maths remedial.  since not much girls are going plus its damn sian. now i think actually mr haw's alright, if only you were willing to listen to him. you can at least learn afew things. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally agree with what gracia says discipline is something i lack. not in those case where i have coloured hair blah blah blah. but its discipline of how much time i take to study instead of using the damn com. i can stare at the book for 1 hour &amp;amp; call that study, or REALLy study &amp;amp; learn something from NOT staring at the book but understanding it. its also called study.&lt;br /&gt;my mugging period starts from tmr. shall start with chemistry first. since its one of the most things to remember subject.&lt;br /&gt;alicia you had better start studying for at least 3-4 hours per day! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sec 4s having mock exam, although it isnt really the Os. still, GOOODLUCK. :D&lt;br /&gt;gooooodbye humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: some blogs are so damn boring. one whole post on school, like how you go school, every single thing that happen in class, every single thing after school. its really dry &amp;amp; boring yeah? makes me feeeel like sleeping. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-8297787549067423001?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8297787549067423001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=8297787549067423001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8297787549067423001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/8297787549067423001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-i-mentioned-that-i-will-not-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-9059122842105052892</id><published>2008-07-21T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:00:08.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMGOD I FREAKING HATE BLOOOOOGGGGGER! damn it. i post finish everything + pictures then suddenly all gone. -.- so i've decided to not post anymore. waste time. i'll post the next time round.  :D sorry people, BLAME IT ON BLOGGGGGER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;goooooooodbye humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALICIA'S FEEEELING SO MUCH BETTTTTER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-9059122842105052892?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/9059122842105052892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=9059122842105052892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/9059122842105052892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/9059122842105052892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/07/omgod-i-freaking-hate-bloooooggggger.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-2183095584741978404</id><published>2008-07-20T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:56:35.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;after talking to joyceeee online i feel so much better. somehow she just makes people happy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;but that thing still applies to some people. but yes, i have thought it through &amp;amp; realised that maybe i shouldnt just get so pissed off with her after all. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&amp;amp; yes, did i mention that i decided to thrash things out on..friday? i think i stm, cannot remember. but i'll say it once more. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i decided to thrash things out that day. but i failed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ): *sobssobs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;does that mean i have to hide at a small little corner &amp;amp; cry? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! i've never cried because of this type of things. whats more, you. never will i. but hey, i say what i mean. if i found the the truth &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the person will have to bear the consequences&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  yes, i am so damn pissed off. but its not like i can do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;but i just wanna say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;dont just anyhow jump to conclusions about anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;keep your comments to yourself nobody wants to hear them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;know you yourself wants it, why push it to others? ADMIT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&amp;amp; lastly and the most importantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW EVERY SINGLE THING YOU SAY ABOUT ME OR MY FRIENDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;if you think its for you, then its for you. its up to you to admit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;this type of people are known as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dare to do, dare not admit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;-end of lesson-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;enough of lecturing. i think my previous post might be due to the amount of homeworks plus all that dumb stress i am going through. sorry people, no need to worry. i am fine now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alicia does not get defeated easily. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a million thanks to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; joyceee&lt;/span&gt;. for making me laugh. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; also&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lijing&lt;/span&gt; for caring. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&amp;amp; i just wanna hope the next post wont be on rantings anymore. i am tired of such things. But i still need to pour it out. :D so sorry people, bear it for awhile yeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;goooodbye humans. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-2183095584741978404?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2183095584741978404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=2183095584741978404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2183095584741978404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/2183095584741978404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-talking-to-joyceeee-online-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32832829.post-4107965299640528171</id><published>2008-07-20T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:23:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people just like to &lt;s&gt;flirt&lt;/s&gt; talk to guys.&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously, some will just die without talking to guys. irritating ass.&lt;br /&gt;i am getting so damn easily pissed off this few days. so please, when i talk to you nicely, dont give me your fucking attitude. i dont need it, keep it to yourself. i think its enough of all the tolerating, piss me off once more &amp;amp; see who has more attitude.&lt;br /&gt;like whats in the minds of this people? half of their brains are filled with shit or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've no mood these days to be that old me.  people these days just think about themselves and this bunch of people are called self centered people. come one think about people! dont just you you &amp;amp; more yous.&lt;br /&gt;nothing makes me happy like ever. i might put up with all this laughters. but hello, i've feelings too. what makes you think i am different from every single one of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this isnt moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;its called 'cannot tolerate anymore" swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures up next time.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32832829-4107965299640528171?l=impossible-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4107965299640528171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32832829&amp;postID=4107965299640528171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4107965299640528171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32832829/posts/default/4107965299640528171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impossible-reality.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-people-just-like-to-flirt-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>alicia_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999163435035935999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
