<?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-26395298</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:21:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whooo!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115426708589947523</id><published>2006-07-30T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T06:44:45.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tears keep coming; is it time to leave?</title><content type='html'>caught &lt;em&gt;nacho libre&lt;/em&gt; with tabi on friday after tuition. it wasn't as funny as i expected.. but it still was nice going out with her again. absence makes the heart grow fonder, haha. but too much absence makes it difficult to communicate with the person again. no? whatever, she's still a great pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess the past night was quite quite rough, and so was this morning. i've never felt that way in quite a long time and i'm not sure why i did, why it hit me so hard. i was lost for words and i still am. i think it's mostly my fault and i can't leave things as it is, so i guess i'm the one who really has to change. to val, nat and tofu, i'm sorry i cause so much.. fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i MIGHT be going on a hiatus. so.. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have you ever been alone in a crowded room?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115426708589947523?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115426708589947523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115426708589947523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115426708589947523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115426708589947523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/tears-keep-coming-is-it-time-to-leave.html' title='the tears keep coming; is it time to leave?'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115405417746352452</id><published>2006-07-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:36:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but i'm not listening</title><content type='html'>( lyn, i'm blogging partly because of you asked me to [: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to bio now, but mrs ngin didn't come. p;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ang made us play matches for training yesterday. i didn't put much effort into the doubles match, so i guess it's okay to have lost. but the singles matches he made me play with alina was damn disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played first to reach 3 games and i was up 2-0 but i don't know what came over me! so she won 3-2 in the end. ): i think i have no sense of determination at all! god. hwee ting's match was alright i guess. she would've beaten me if she didn't care so much about power S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, i guess i faired quite okay. considering i haven't played for a week, and i had such a short warm up because i was late due to remedial, and i had blur vision! hahaha. i think i do better when i'm not prepared, because then, i won't worry so much and get paranoid. hahahaaa what a stupid theory but i think it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you ask me whether i'm okay, do you realise you're the one who's causing everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefects' investiture later! hope it won't be too boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115405417746352452?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115405417746352452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115405417746352452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115405417746352452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115405417746352452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/but-im-not-listening.html' title='but i&apos;m not listening'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115384046986489399</id><published>2006-07-25T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:17:14.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>listen well, will you marry me?</title><content type='html'>school's been pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the same sense of dread, the same lethargy as each teacher steps in to class, the same feeling of being alone. i don't know whether it's because of where i sit, but sometimes i feel so detached that i come up with so many reasons why our teachers bothered to put just two tables at that corner, and why it was syikin and i that had to occupy those two seats. i thought things would change but i guess, nothing much has. forget it, i don't know how to say this. i never know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad brought me to accident and emergency at CGH this morning to have an eye check up! thank god there's nothing serious. but i guess i'll be walking around with that red blood clot in my eye for the next few days, which also means no contacts. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you see me around without my glasses, i apologise if i don't say hi, smile at you, or give you a frown (because i'm straining my eyes, haha) because i really can't see you! man this totaaaally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i told you i like outings with my dad? him bringing me out today really brought back alot of memories; the times where he would bring my brother and i out for lunch at places like pizza hut haha. and i still remembered, pizza hut offered lunch buffets at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things seem so different when everyone gets older. people're not so innocent or carefree anymore, they have more things to worry about, more things to account to. it always makes me wonder how i'm gonna be when i become and adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now sometimes i feel that i think too much about everything. it's bad, i think i'll get retribution! i'll have to marry an ugly and poor man and we'll have fugly kids and they'll all have to hear me talking about my worries and whether we've got enough food for tomorrow. but then again, will that ever happen? judgement day's coming soon, mofos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahazzzzZZZZxxxxxzzzz this shit is papayas&lt;br /&gt;b-y b-y b-y eeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 374px" height="484" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/SP_A0278.jpg" width="621" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115384046986489399?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115384046986489399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115384046986489399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115384046986489399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115384046986489399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/listen-well-will-you-marry-me.html' title='listen well, will you marry me?'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115357733345245874</id><published>2006-07-22T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T07:08:53.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mrs. lonely</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry i'm like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you'll stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't come and go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sway my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, i need to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time i get an aunt agony to pour out my feelings to. haaahaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115357733345245874?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115357733345245874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115357733345245874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115357733345245874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115357733345245874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/mrs-lonely.html' title='mrs. lonely'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115350193292181288</id><published>2006-07-22T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:43:47.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer the same now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy racial harmony day! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm about an hour late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carnival day was okay i guess, the things sold at the stalls're basically the same. and i like the kindergarten kids!! though we didn't manage to interact with them much. and we didn't even know our exhibits were meant for kids! so i guess there was a bit of confusion.. but i guess it's still not that bad, considering the fact that we only started work yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch pirates after school today but no one was free. man i feel so out of touch haha. so i followed josiah the idiot monkey to laselle to change his class schedule! and before that i had to search high and low for liquid paper because of the stupid edits he had to make. (!!?!?) grr. ): went over to bugis after that to eat. and i saw vanessa! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jannah&lt;/strong&gt; (with moustache on her face)&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; hello kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy 1:&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you, she is not a man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jannah explains stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy 1 and 2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;giggle giggle&lt;/em&gt; you're not a man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jannah:&lt;/strong&gt; i am i am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy 1 and 2:&lt;/strong&gt; prooooff (prove) it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we start joking among ourselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy 1:&lt;/strong&gt; you lie!! liar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jannah:&lt;/strong&gt; no no i never lie. you see ah.. &lt;em&gt;moustache drops off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy 1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;giggle giggle&lt;/em&gt; SEE, i told you she's not a real man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAAH make a guess, who's the terrorist?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0261.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0261.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i think this museum thingy at at the school's very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wanna watch the lake house! and nacho libre! hohohoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115350193292181288?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115350193292181288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115350193292181288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115350193292181288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115350193292181288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-longer-same-now.html' title='no longer the same now'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115323728812619885</id><published>2006-07-18T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:41:28.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me the song and i'll sing it like i mean it</title><content type='html'>I SERIOUSLY NEED &lt;strong&gt;YOMEISHU, &lt;/strong&gt;I NEED THE ENERGY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I THOUGHT J KONG WAS BEING VERY NAGGY DURING TSC TODAY ): GARRRH.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess most of the things she said made alot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO UNLEASH MY POTENTIAL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wanna say, but.. i guess it all sums up to:&lt;br /&gt;afveriohvwe5298r57&amp;#*(%&amp;amp;( HDFUIHESUV AETF4oi OH MY GOOODDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115323728812619885?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115323728812619885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115323728812619885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115323728812619885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115323728812619885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/give-me-song-and-ill-sing-it-like-i.html' title='give me the song and i&apos;ll sing it like i mean it'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115305854653703035</id><published>2006-07-16T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T07:02:26.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing with a water bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know this boogie is for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to buy my faith in worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then my chance to get to heaven slipped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to worry about the future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then i throw my caution into the wind;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOT CANNED HEAT IN MY HEALS TO NIGHT, BABY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite a good day!&lt;br /&gt;i hope the rest of the week will be even better, which i highly doubt so ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guess what I JUST REALISED THERE'S ENGLISH AND ORAL THIS WEEK!!!!!! AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHEN'S CHEENA ORAL!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man this has gotta stop i've been living the weeks and months blindly. no planning or purpose. i haven't even printed term 3's time-table out. ): well it's the same as term 2's.. but the thing is, i don't even have term 2's time-table! garrrrhhhh i really don't know whether to be angry at myself or just laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make thing's worse, there's the chem ca (VHWREOFGIHWEUORFHEWUHAWEFIOUHEWOIH!!!!!!!) and bio spa (!!!!!!!!EHDGIUVHERUIGHI@!!!!!!). and i'm gonna just die if my friends tell me that the cheena listening and oral's this week too. that's what i've been relying on! friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to fish out my organiser!!!! which should be.. somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TIME TO GO IS NOW&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE SUCKERS!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YAO ZHONG! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115305854653703035?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115305854653703035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115305854653703035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115305854653703035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115305854653703035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/dancing-with-water-bottle.html' title='dancing with a water bottle'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115298131514684628</id><published>2006-07-16T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:39:31.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haheeehohahaheeehohoho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I OFFICIALLY DISLIKE SYIKIN AND QURAISHAAAAA!!!! GRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL HAPPY FOR THEM BUT AT THE SAME TIME I DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahhhh okay i'm kidding about the first line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYY WENT TO SOUP RESTAURANT TODAY FOR DINNER WITH THE FAMILY AND I SAW HIAP LUH!!!!! HE LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER WITH HIS NEW HAIRCUT HOHOHOHHHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND I SAW THE IDOLS AGAIN AT TM TODAY!!!!!!! BUT I ONLY MANAGED TO SEE THEM WHEN THEY WERE IN THE BUS COS OF BALLET ): BUTBUTBUT AT LEAST THEY WAVED TO HANNAH AND I WHEN WE SAW THEM FROM OUTSIDE!!!!!!!! SHIT THEY'RE SO NICE. but maybe it's just because they have to have a good image. hhhooowelllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SCARED AND AT THE SAME TIME EXCITED FOR THE AUDITIONS TOMORRRRRRROW!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE I WON'T SCREW UP LIKE I ALWAYS DO. i always get so nervous!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEWWWW YOU DUMB BITCH I HATE YOU!!! I BET YOU WERE LYING!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;can't you just tell the truth WHY WHY WHY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH YAY I'M HAPPY AT THE SAME TIME ANGRY HOHOHAHWAWTHUERAHHOWHOAWHAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore idol photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaayyyyyzzzzzzxxzzzzzzzZXZZxxxxxxxxzZZZZZZZZZXxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/IMG_3919.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/IMG_3919.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't this look familiar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/IMG_3932.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/IMG_3932.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the carpark waiting to enter the tv theatre (that's dian's poster! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/group%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/group%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah okay then while waiting to get into the theatre we started posing with the sgi sign! damn lame really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"singapore idol only whaaaat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/IMG_3941.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/IMG_3941.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/IMG_3939.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/IMG_3939.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/group%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/group%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEBYEEEEEEZXXZXXXXXXZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY AH LIANZZZZZZZXXXXX ROX WORHHHHXZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115298131514684628?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115298131514684628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115298131514684628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115298131514684628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115298131514684628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/haheeehohahaheeehohoho.html' title='haheeehohahaheeehohoho'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115289728968893505</id><published>2006-07-15T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:31:52.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singapore idol - results show</title><content type='html'>OGAY SO&lt;br /&gt;school sucked on thursday. odd week thursdays suck! BUT, i got a nice surprise from syikin! surprises i like! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seeeee, i was sleeping during english and then the period ended so miss ang left. then suddenly syikin woke me up (she always does) and i could've sworn i drooled again (go on, tell me how disgusting you think i am) and then she showed me the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;singapore idol ticket&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so i started jumping and squealing with her. I DON'T KNOW WHY i mean come on it's uhm, onlyyy singapore idol.. HAHAHAHAHAAA. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo the hype died down after that. and i was even quite lazy to go for the show! cos it was quite rush. but i still went anyway cos we already made plans. so we cabbed down to school to meet nat's (3/7) dad and her two juniors to go to the tv theatre! and gosh we were seriously squashed in the car.. but anyhow, THANKS NATASHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queued up and then this photo/videographer kept following poor dian cos she had this hady poster! he filmed almost all of the tkgians in the end, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fast forward&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the lady said she couldn't guarantee us seats in the auditorium so we were sent to the mosh pit (sp)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man we were like less than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1m away from the finalists&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! when i saw them i was just DDDDD: like i didn't expect to feel that way because.. yeah, they're not even that big.. yet!!! but when i saw them come on stage i was just like, "whoa i can't believe it i'm actually so close to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because we were SO NEAR, we touched like all of them!!!! hahaha like while they were singing and stuff. damn i think the finalists're very well-trained. they're all so composed and friendly haha. on stage that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joakim's hot man. but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jonathan's&lt;/span&gt; like hotttter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD LIKE LIKE LIKE HE SAW ME SMILING AT HIM THEN HE SMILED BACK verrrry hottttlly. but i think he practically smiled at everyone down there lah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay SO SO AFTER LIKE A WHILE&lt;br /&gt;I SHOUTED HIS NAME AND HE HEARD ME CALL HIM AND THEN HE LOOKED AT ME AND THEN I SAID "YOU SING REALLY WELL - thumbs up sign" AND THEN THEN THEN HE SQUATTTEDDDDD DOWN AND SHOOK MY HAND AND my heart just melted i felt like jumping on stage at that time!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so mesmerised. AND ahem I STILL AM!!!!!! shit lah but i'm only like one stupid small fan of his he probably won't remember me this is damn sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;okay i really should shut up it's only jonathan!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think paul's pretty cute and unique but, very unhygenic?! he was digging his nose on stage! and some of his fans around us just went "SO CUTE!!!!!" while people who're not fans of his &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; just stared in disgust. and he has sweaty palms!!! hohoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked down the hill after that and admired all the gigantic over-sized houses and cabbed back for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i think the contestants sound much better real life than on teeeveeeee! honestly. i feel sad for norman, you could tell he looked so worried. and i can't believe jonathan was in the bottom 3. maybe i should start voting. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN BABY SING TO MEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'LL GO WHEREVER YOU WILL GOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOD I SOUND SO CORNY!!!!!!!!!!wwhhurrwhuerqwuarhuhwr &lt;/span&gt;STOP IT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos up soon because photobucket's not working, sorry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115289728968893505?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115289728968893505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115289728968893505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115289728968893505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115289728968893505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapore-idol-results-show.html' title='singapore idol - results show'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115245410840895545</id><published>2006-07-09T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T07:08:28.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how the pieces fall into place</title><content type='html'>world cup finals tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;too bad there's amath ca tomorrow so we have to go to school. ):&lt;br /&gt;and there's ss on tuesday too! garrrrhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't read my mind so please just shut your damn mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stars shining bright above you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;birds singing in the sycamore tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream a little dream of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say "nightie night" and kiss me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while i'm alone and blue as can be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream a little dream of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stars fading but i linger on, dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still craving your kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm longing to linger til dawn, dear  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just saying this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but in your dreams whatever they be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream a little dream of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dream a little dream of me / michael buble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115245410840895545?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115245410840895545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115245410840895545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115245410840895545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115245410840895545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-pieces-fall-into-place.html' title='how the pieces fall into place'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115238136776309031</id><published>2006-07-09T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:56:07.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream a little dream of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/butterfly.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/butterfly.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; if time could be captured like photographs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115238136776309031?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115238136776309031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115238136776309031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115238136776309031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115238136776309031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/dream-little-dream-of-me.html' title='dream a little dream of me'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115229304094584093</id><published>2006-07-08T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:24:00.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's that up in the sky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/brandan%20routh%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/brandan%20routh%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/brandon%20routh%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/brandon%20routh%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught superman with tabi today! i miss going out with her. maybe it's because i can get as lame as i want to and she doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think brandon routh looks hot in the show. apart from the fact that those few strands in the center of his forehead's never out of place, his butt-chin, and that his eyebrows' like a dense forest, i think he looks good.&lt;br /&gt;i also like jason (the small boy)!!!! man, he's like mini superman; SO CUTE. and i think kate bosworth look's better blonde.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess the show's not bad, just a bitttt draggy! but worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i want a superman in singapore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can be lois lane.&lt;br /&gt;huarrrahurhurawerrrhurhurhawrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand you and you.&lt;br /&gt;haahaaa&lt;br /&gt;ogay this blog's as superficial as it can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115229304094584093?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115229304094584093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115229304094584093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115229304094584093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115229304094584093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-that-up-in-sky.html' title='what&apos;s that up in the sky?'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115219693600091023</id><published>2006-07-06T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:42:16.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>count your blessings now</title><content type='html'>did i tell you that we got into a car accident on tuesday haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i knew was that i was reaching for the radio remote control at the front and the next moment i flew all the way to the other end of the car and hit my head and then there was this PIAAANNNGGG sound and i couldn't believe that we actually hit a car 'cos my dad seldom hits cars haha. mom says that if dad hadn't swerved the collision would've been harder and i could've got badly injured! (?????!!) hahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bro's finally back and got stuffs from DFS hohoho cos he said brunei's a boring place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0232.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0232.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i managed to snap a photo of tofu my &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; PRETTY LAB PARTNER during chem yesterday with her funny coloured solutions!!! we were doing titration haha and started mixing all the different shit together huarwhaehawhawhr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0217.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0217.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we performed our save the environment thing for the upper-sec assembly today and it was definitely much better than the one last week at the lower sec assembly!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0218.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0218.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaaha i have no idea who wrote this but i like it ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0222.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0222.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm too lazy to upload the pics we took while beaching that day cos we cam-whored quite a bit so ya haha okay whatever now byebyee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/IMG_3847.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/IMG_3847.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's FRIDDAAAAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115219693600091023?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115219693600091023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115219693600091023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115219693600091023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115219693600091023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/count-your-blessings-now.html' title='count your blessings now'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115193845428381903</id><published>2006-07-03T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:54:14.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you still the same</title><content type='html'>i'm tired and i haven't studied for tomorrow's math test, which basically means i'm SCREWED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun came up after the dull morning so headed for sentosa with nat today after tuition. man everything's just so nice and relaxed when you're at the beach. photos  up another time because i gotta run but you can check out &lt;a href="http://elaboratedskies-.blogspot.com"&gt;nat's&lt;/a&gt; in the meantime if you're bored hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dickchan.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://dickchan.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his other links.&lt;br /&gt;you might get turned on if you have a wild imagination, don't say you haven't been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115193845428381903?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115193845428381903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115193845428381903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115193845428381903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115193845428381903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-you-still-same.html' title='are you still the same'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115186173329541882</id><published>2006-07-03T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:35:33.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shi jie zhi you fu mu hao</title><content type='html'>i guess it's nice to spend weekends with your parents when you haven't been spending much time with them because everyone's just been so busy and stressed out with their own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had dim sum at chinatown after church!&lt;br /&gt;i just discovered my love for dim sum :9 maybe it's because i'm cantonese.. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;OGAY WHATVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around chinatown for a while and i figured it's actually not that bad a place (somehow i always had a bad impression of it), other than the fact that the shop owners treat the &lt;s&gt;ang mohs&lt;/s&gt; tourists &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; nicer.&lt;br /&gt;then we headed down to zouk because daddy knew some guy who organised the milkrun and he was so friendly! got some free stuff haha. went down to holland v after that cos he had to look for some chinese scroll!!? we took so long but still didn't manage to get it in the end hooha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of family, i can't wait till my brother gets back from brunei! not like it'll be much of a difference at home because he spends most of the time in his room but, still. we all miss him and it'll be one thing off our minds to worry off. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tuition early in the morning tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;but hopefully i'll be able to tan with nat if the weather permits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should be off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;p.s. happy youth day!!! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115186173329541882?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115186173329541882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115186173329541882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115186173329541882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115186173329541882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/shi-jie-zhi-you-fu-mu-hao.html' title='shi jie zhi you fu mu hao'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115185446486277264</id><published>2006-07-02T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T08:34:24.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taste the rainbow</title><content type='html'>came back not too long ago cos i met mom after ballet! (: haven't gone out with her in a long time man. we had dinner at din tai fung and the food's not bad, but all the people there don't communicate in english and it was quite difficult to figure out what they were saying cos their accents were quite strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like those dumpling things, though it burnt my tongue! my mom didn't wanna warn me about the hot juice inside it before i ate it because she said that virgin dumpling eaters had to experience the hot juice coming out and burning their tongue, so they'd always remember the taste of the dumplings haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to zara cos there's the sale and i got quite a few things! (: and mango too, though there's not much good stuff left anymore. i really hate the crowds at these kinds of sales but it's just satisfying to find stuff you actually like at pretty good prices and at sizes that fit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday's a holiday&lt;br /&gt;SAY YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115185446486277264?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115185446486277264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115185446486277264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115185446486277264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115185446486277264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/taste-rainbow.html' title='taste the rainbow'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115173428363739151</id><published>2006-07-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:13:08.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high school musical</title><content type='html'>i finally caught high school musical!&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's not bad, but not too good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think zachary efron's actually not that fantastic looking but i think it's his character in the show that stands out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/zac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/zac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that portions, and sometimes all (in the case of "get'cha head in the game"), of troy's (zac efron) singing voice was actually dubbed by composer 'andrew seeley'? :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's quite a lot of goofs in this show. like when sharpay (ashley tisdale) and ryan (lucas grabeel) are talking about the "rules" of the drama club, ryan is about to drink milk out of a carton but in the next shot, the straw is nowhere near his mouth, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. the songs're stuck in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i gotta get my get my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;head in the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you gotta getcha getcha getcha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;getcha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;head in the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;oooooohhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115173428363739151?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115173428363739151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115173428363739151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115173428363739151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115173428363739151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/high-school-musical.html' title='high school musical'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115169280738287873</id><published>2006-07-01T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:40:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so hold me till the sun burns out</title><content type='html'>the first week of school's OUT!!! finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week's been so packed, i'm surprised i actually managed to survive it. it's like i have two or more activities after school almost everyday and i'm always rushing from one place to another. i've to stay up really late to complete my homework and most of the times i don't because i'm just too shagged. ): sigh i really cannot afford to neglect my studies anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs ngin gave us some quiet time to think during legacy today and i felt really scared because time is running out!! couldn't really think because my mind was in a mess and i felt so stressed so i just decided to uhm, sleep. now that i've mentioned the word sleeping, i think i'm sleeping too much in class! even val told me that today. ): arghhhh i don't even know what's the cause of it! maybe i should really start drinking more chicken essence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, sent my brother off to brunei on tuesday morning and I LOST MY WALLET. (i'm so sorry chermaine ): )i know this's gonna sound wierd but i miss my movie ticket stubs! and yeah, not forgetting the discount cards. ):&lt;br /&gt;mom's doing everything for me and i feel so sorry for troubling her 'cos she's she's already busy with her work and still has to do this shit because of my carelessness. ): worse still, i just got my ic like 3 months ago and now we've to pay 100 bucks to make a new one. man, isn't it just a freaking pink card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training yesterday and it was coach qing's birthday (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy belated birthday coach qing!&lt;/span&gt;) so he bought us drinks, hur.&lt;br /&gt;training hasn't been exactly what i thought it would be. shan't be bothered to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half a year is gone and almost nothing has changed since the first day of school. which very much includes the fact that i'm still not focused on my studies. remain this way and ite's gonna be the school for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. bye bye denise lim, everyone in tk will miss you now that you've transferred to sports school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like nothing ever happened&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/26395298-115169280738287873?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115169280738287873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115169280738287873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115169280738287873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115169280738287873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-hold-me-till-sun-burns-out.html' title='so hold me till the sun burns out'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115169349466382893</id><published>2006-07-01T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:51:34.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estherix:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY! how're you?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zara:&lt;/strong&gt; hey! i thought i would only inform you if i was going S: anyway, sorry. ): i hope everything went fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt; oh! haha sorry! i'll go link you soon. by the way, advance work's so hard!! :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;annabel:&lt;/strong&gt; hello you! don't be sad about denise anymore okay, smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meryl:&lt;/strong&gt; hhaha yeah. when's it not boring! S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syikin:&lt;/strong&gt; kindergarten?! hahaha. oh man, next time must wake me up okay.. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chermain:&lt;/strong&gt; haha uhm, okay hello! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrlameist:&lt;/strong&gt; no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geri:&lt;/strong&gt; I WANNA GOOO! WE SHOULD START SAVING &lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desmond:&lt;/strong&gt; blah. i'll try. ): thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clare:&lt;/strong&gt; yes i saw you too! haha you were? COULDN'T TELL!!! hawhwawhawww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyra:&lt;/strong&gt; hey kyra!!! i hope your leg gets better soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faye:&lt;/strong&gt; hhaha yeah. oh just go watch it! it's quite funny. and we didn't go out during june hols in the end. ): expected huh. pooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mag:&lt;/strong&gt; HEYYY!!! oh man don't remind me it was so embarrassing i think we screwed up!!!! S: HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daphne:&lt;/strong&gt; hey! i think you were off already when i came on! haha. and oh my parents say there's no point going if i don't get to watch the award S: cos miss pang says she only has 2 tix right? gaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raechel:&lt;/strong&gt; oh hey. uhm, yeah i'll pass it to viv or meryl or something when i see them! sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaoxuan:&lt;/strong&gt; hey xiaoxuan! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay dad's got my comp working again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115169349466382893?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115169349466382893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115169349466382893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115169349466382893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115169349466382893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/07/estherix-hey-howre-you-zara-hey-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115124308657944093</id><published>2006-06-25T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:44:46.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate chip cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/beau%20mirchoff.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/beau%20mirchoff.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;met up with val, tofu and nat today. and i keep bumping into fredda when i go to town! haha i think i sounded so dumb when i saw her on friday. but i bumped into her today again in the train! so we managed to talk a bit, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we managed to catch scary movie 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beau mirchoff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as &lt;em&gt;robbie &lt;/em&gt;in the show (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/beau%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/beau%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cindy:&lt;/strong&gt; last night I saw a face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tom:&lt;/strong&gt; did it have a nose?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cindy:&lt;/strong&gt; well.. yeah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tom:&lt;/strong&gt; hmm that &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; sound like a face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, but i think the previous ones were better. anywho, i had fun! guess it was a pretty good way to end the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL REOPENS TOMORROW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't finished all my homework, but i'm glad to say that at least i attempted it!&lt;br /&gt;and it's gonna be a long day for me S: not looking forward to it at alllllllll. ):&lt;br /&gt;urgghhhhh just suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time to go off is now.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be able to fall asleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115124308657944093?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115124308657944093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115124308657944093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115124308657944093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115124308657944093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title='chocolate chip cookies'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115116780882093842</id><published>2006-06-25T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T09:50:08.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you really want the sugar pill?</title><content type='html'>managed to finish our english project today and i'm so thankful we didn't waste our time away. (: val came over and then khai, vic, yaya and syik left, so we decided to make jellyyyyy. don't ask why haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get down on your knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whisper what i need;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel that when i'm old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll look at you and know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world was beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daphne:&lt;/strong&gt; thursday was fun! we really should do it again haha. and i've got more photos! i'll send it to you the next time i see you online ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tofu:&lt;/strong&gt; SEEXXXYYYYY! i'm always observant ;D see you monday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zahidah:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU DIDDD! haha. i think they're not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estel:&lt;/strong&gt; haha you no need to thank me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dahlia:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha shut up you, as if your name's much more popular than mine!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;germ:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah i think it's true. ): haha and you're serious? everyone's trying to like it? hrmmm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zara:&lt;/strong&gt; aww thanks. and i'll let you know. yup. man, haven't seen you for so long. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; IT'S OGAY. ): i shall start saving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tab:&lt;/strong&gt; hahahah yes i saw. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geri:&lt;/strong&gt; YES and you managed to take a picture with that hot guy who looks like adam brody if you just take a glance. LUCKY PIG! and yup that's joannnna haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;isabella:&lt;/strong&gt; hey! but uhm. SIGH I DUNNO I DUNNOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meryl:&lt;/strong&gt; yes i see it too! haha. bet you had loadsa fun that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nadirah:&lt;/strong&gt; yes that's her! she says she knows you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valencia:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY VAL! KONNYAKU! (sp.) hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;annabel:&lt;/strong&gt; BANANANANA!! HOW ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nat:&lt;/strong&gt; TODAY? HAHAHAHA okay i don't know why i said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stefanie:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY YOU!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is stopping me! argh i think i don't have a mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115116780882093842?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115116780882093842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115116780882093842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115116780882093842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115116780882093842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-you-really-want-sugar-pill.html' title='do you really want the sugar pill?'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115116223947485185</id><published>2006-06-23T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:17:19.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my plug in baby</title><content type='html'>today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met tabi after everything and it was sooo nice because it has seriously been eons since i last went out with her. the rain really spoilt our plans though. and the women at the mango sale are barbaric. i hate it. but at least we managed to get good stuff (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so pissed because the cinemas at orchard suddenly became so strict overnight, so we couldn't get in to scary movie. darrrn. ended up watching &lt;em&gt;just my luck&lt;/em&gt;, it really reminded me of &lt;em&gt;confessions of a teenage drama queen&lt;/em&gt; and i didn't like that film! so yeah i didn't like this one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued shopping after that and we did other cool shit. ;D i don't know why but i haven't had this much fun while shopping, for a long time haha.&lt;br /&gt;maann tab you're so hot i love you. (: and i just wanted to let you know that although new friends come along, you'll never be forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha ogay that was so cheesy bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115116223947485185?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115116223947485185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115116223947485185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115116223947485185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115116223947485185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-plug-in-baby.html' title='my plug in baby'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115099258416518648</id><published>2006-06-22T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T09:09:44.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so happy together</title><content type='html'>ballet girls went over to miss pang's for a get together today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because miss pang and daphne stays in the same estate, we headed to daphne's house first and watched &lt;em&gt;In her shoes&lt;/em&gt; over pizza heh. then we headed down to the bbq pit! food was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitching time by the pool after that and we learnt.. quite a few things about other people haha. went back to eat some more, and then we went up to the roof (because miss pang's house had a roof access) but there were no stars! ): and most of us had to leave already so we didn't spend as much time there as we did in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo i had fun!! we should have more of these gatherings man. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really liked the view from the roof top haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20012.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20012.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to this wading area and the rocks are so cool, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20022.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20022.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jungle freaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the typical "look anywhere but the camera" picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20034.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got err, muscles? this was so embarrassing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss pang's kids, clyde and claudia! they're the cutest things!!! reaaaaally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20008.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20008.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20015.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20015.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to go for vertigo at dxo for a while last night 'cos andrea had extra tickets. didn't stay for long though cos dad came early ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE TOMORROW'S A FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL REOPENS ON MONDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a wave the ocean just can't control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S HAPPY BIRTHDAY MERYL CHEN! (:&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/26395298-115099258416518648?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115099258416518648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115099258416518648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115099258416518648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115099258416518648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-happy-together.html' title='so happy together'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115089309835327148</id><published>2006-06-21T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T05:31:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a complicated web</title><content type='html'>i actually had quite a few things to say but i forgot. always happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i was reading daph's blog and i just remembered that only FOUR people came for class on monday! when i walked to the changing rooms i only saw daph, so it was only the 2 of us then. after a while xueying came!! then bernita. well at least 4's better than 2. hahahaha you should've heard us talking man, we were.. shocked.&lt;br /&gt;and the girls're back from nz! i wanna go for the next one. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne and xueying, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this pianist called yi heng played for us today. maaan, it was.. funny.  either too fast or too slow. S: but his improvisation's not bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this post's very weird&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;there're parties tonight and my brother's back&lt;br /&gt;byebyeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she got my letter. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115089309835327148?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115089309835327148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115089309835327148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115089309835327148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115089309835327148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-complicated-web.html' title='it&apos;s a complicated web'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115082769470568811</id><published>2006-06-21T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:21:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check it out man there's a band called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;downtown singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the members're not singaporeans!&lt;br /&gt;cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna have the same last dream again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one where i wake up and i'm alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just as the four walls close me within &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my eyes are open up with pure sunlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm the first to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dearest friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115082769470568811?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115082769470568811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115082769470568811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115082769470568811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115082769470568811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/check-it-out-man-theres-band-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115082010111496176</id><published>2006-06-21T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:15:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzz</title><content type='html'>NAT ASKED ME TO DO THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Complete these sentences:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My teacher once said that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 + 1 = 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never in my life have i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not told a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking back sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they produce good emo shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i'm nervous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grab people and shake them so that they know i'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last time i laughed was when&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ng made fun of me at tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hair is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My feet are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really dared to stand under the mistletoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i turn my head left, i see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bed, the window, then the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i turn my head right, i see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i look down, i see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The craziest recent event was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By this time next year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUGGING FOR O'S, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a hard time understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One time at a family gathering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the relatives play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know i like-like you if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i won an award, the first person i'd thank is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WHOLE FAMILY! but i'd be thanking God the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triangles are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three-sided figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ideal breakfast is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacon, eggs, ham, sausages, orange juice, salad. by the pool/beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you make me &lt;u&gt;really happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll scream and hug you tight and jump around and kiss you and try to make you happy too!!!&lt;br /&gt;underline underline: &lt;strong&gt;really happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you plan to visit anytime soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any part of europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating yet fun at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd stop my wedding if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that guy wasn't meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world could do without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the supernatural.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat my shit. EEEEEEWWW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recent thing you've bought yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that G2 pen at popular!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My least favourite time of the day is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And by the way, please hold on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm IM-ing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last time i was high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept squealing and my friends kept looking around to see if anyone was looking, and then laughed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last person i talked to told me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i shouldn't sleep too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shouldn't have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted the first 3 weeks of june hols away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at uan singing and trying to catwalk?! hahaha, thanks to nixem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's this girl i know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;doesn't know when not to carry her jokes too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's this guy i know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you just made me really happy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm listening to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tomorrow - orson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I last ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SKITTLES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My bedsheet is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I smell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like strawberry because of the shampoo i used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my table, i have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My full name is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice ho xianglin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next 4 people who are gonna do this quiz are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabitha&lt;br /&gt;valencia&lt;br /&gt;syazana&lt;br /&gt;syikin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115082010111496176?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115082010111496176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115082010111496176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115082010111496176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115082010111496176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/quizzz.html' title='quizzz'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115082165911011728</id><published>2006-06-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:40:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>close the door and take the stairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stef: &lt;/strong&gt;haha yeah i've added you on msn already! (: and okay i'll send you some songs soon!! hols're ending. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enshao: &lt;/strong&gt;haha thanks! and i'm not angry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hannah: &lt;/strong&gt;yes! you just did on saturday :DD it was nice seeing you guys again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char:&lt;/strong&gt; 10 rounds!!! *gulp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sid:&lt;/strong&gt; it wasn't rock hard, you're too picky!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yaya: &lt;/strong&gt;well there's light coming from the screen isn't there!! AND i saw you giving that face okay, STOP LYING! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syik: &lt;/strong&gt;HEY HE BITCH!! hahaha I HAVEN'T completed my homework!!! totally screwed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tabi: &lt;/strong&gt;I LOVE YOU!! great seeing you tooodaaay even though tuition was.. uhm. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;germ: &lt;/strong&gt;they just had one.. but i didn't go, cos i.. don't really attend cell anymore. ): and is WHAT true? haha. and oh, thanks girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xuanhan: &lt;/strong&gt;DON'T ANYHOW SAY OKAY. hahaha. anyway HOW HAVE YOU BEEEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nat: &lt;/strong&gt;haha did it already! and i didnt go crazy with the popcorn okay!!! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zara: &lt;/strong&gt;huh really! oh man.. i don't dare to go. ): sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raihan: &lt;/strong&gt;RAIHAN!!! YEAH it was nice!! (: ogaaaaaay i'll go link you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geri: &lt;/strong&gt;haha yup! AND TELL ME YOUR CHEENA NAME NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valencia: &lt;/strong&gt;haha why couldnt you last time!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jessica: &lt;/strong&gt;man.. haha only if yx goes i guess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chester: &lt;/strong&gt;you're welcome!! haha why? i heard it wasnt fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's training and ballet tomorrow. S:&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll go for ballet, haha.&lt;br /&gt;new pointe shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the zouk and dxo party. haaaaha. i hope yx goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i bumped into chermain on the train today and we talked about how things are in Lighthouse now. man, i felt really weird somehow, i didn't know why and i don't know how to describe it. nice.. yet not. nostalgic? i don't know. argh. AIYAHHHH whatever.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please light my fire again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115082165911011728?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115082165911011728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115082165911011728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115082165911011728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115082165911011728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/close-door-and-take-stairs.html' title='close the door and take the stairs'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115068629850294386</id><published>2006-06-19T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:04:58.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who's the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/she"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/she%27s%20the%20man%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's the man&lt;/strong&gt;'s a good show, no? it's not exactly a chick flick, if that's what you were thinking. mean girls was a chick flick which all the guys could enjoy (wasn't it?). that show was totally bitchy with lindsay lohan and rachel mcadams fighting it out to see who could be the queen bitch of all time. and the guys didn't play a major role in that film, they were more like.. play things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/she"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/she%27s%20the%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT in this show, guys and girls get equal showtime. basically because the lead actress plays a guy and a girl. i think that's enough progestorone and testosterone to satisfy both sexes, really. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a strong feeling that quite a number of these starlets are going to turn into major money machines! soon. amanda bynes is definitely going to get more attention as a credible comedienne, channing tatum will get to play hottie roles, (he could pass off as a hot spy in those spy flicks) laura could play some ditzy blonde, and let's just say the others were just as good, like eunice (the braces girl). HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the storyline's good and clear, you understand everything that happens. the setting's perfect for teens to understand. overall, a good film, go watch it! though i think they're gonna stop screening it soon considering how late i caught the film, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; fathers' day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave him the brownies that yaya, syik and i baked on saturday after doing our.. english project and watching &lt;em&gt;deuce bigalow&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;mean girls&lt;/em&gt; on dvd when they came over :D too bad victoria couldn't join us 'cos she left earlier. and i've still yet to buy him something else! S: he liked the brownies though. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pouring and i'm not at training cos i woke up with a fever. hope i get well by afternoon cos there's ballet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. happy birthday chester!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're finally the same age as me, haha. (: well take care ya and i'll see you around!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115068629850294386?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115068629850294386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115068629850294386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115068629850294386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115068629850294386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/whos-man.html' title='who&apos;s the man'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115047859909813657</id><published>2006-06-17T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:23:19.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"But you're one of the busiest people I've ever met, you're almost always not free ):"&lt;br /&gt;- Germaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;haha&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115047859909813657?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115047859909813657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115047859909813657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115047859909813657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115047859909813657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/but-youre-one-of-busiest-people-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115047760204723105</id><published>2006-06-17T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:06:42.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts running around like little children</title><content type='html'>we did physical for training and i felt.. really.. SICK.&lt;br /&gt;my puke was like green (HAHA!!) i bet it's because of the sparkling h-two-o thing that nat made me drink &gt;:( never mind it goes to show how unfit and fat i've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syik, yaya and vic're coming over tomorrow for the english project! like, FINALLY. (; i'm sure it's gonna be fun, esp with those 2 clowns around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn, haven't got anything for my dad for fathers' day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we the realest nigga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;biggie yo nigga 50 yo nigga squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hottttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115047760204723105?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115047760204723105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115047760204723105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115047760204723105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115047760204723105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/thoughts-running-around-like-little.html' title='thoughts running around like little children'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115038222807549615</id><published>2006-06-15T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:37:08.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singaporeans cannot can cannot can sing</title><content type='html'>hady and joakim got into the next round for singapore idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/Hady.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/Hady.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought he was good. his voice's really unique! but not really my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/Hady.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/Joakim.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/Joakim.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think he can sing. he's got the looks (hurhurhurrr) and humour though. i couldn't wait to see him perform when i heard that he was gonna sing &lt;em&gt;geek in the pink&lt;/em&gt; but when he started singing it i was thinking: what the..&lt;br /&gt;i think he's better off a comedian haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought jay would get in, but maybe it's because he teaches people how to sing (that's what my dad told me) so maybe the voters thought it was a bit unfair and stuff. cos i personally think it is.&lt;br /&gt;well i still like jonathan leong and jasmine tye :D and i hope gayle gets in by wild card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sid at downtown east at about 1 for supper last night cos we were both feeling hungry! haha. not much food there so we decided to have prata at the nearby coffeshop thingy and then we went to pasir ris park. after much walking we reached the playground so we played there for a while hawhaw. quite scary. got home close to 5 and was reaaally tireddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay can't really see anything cos it's too dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i caught the omen with who else but meryl (because she wanted to watch it!) today. wasn't as scary as i expected haha. but it's like super shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh so many things on tomorrow. i CANNOT wait.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my train of thoughts; more like a runaway train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115038222807549615?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115038222807549615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115038222807549615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115038222807549615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115038222807549615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/singaporeans-cannot-can-cannot-can.html' title='singaporeans &lt;s&gt;cannot&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;can&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;cannot&lt;/s&gt; can sing'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115029877616264860</id><published>2006-06-14T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T08:26:16.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to mention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you know the music make me jump and prance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the b e peas we keep you rocking as we dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you know my music make em jump and prance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dum diddly dum dum diddly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dum dum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;diddly dum dum diddly diddly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something wrong with my tagboard i can't reply tags there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zan:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY YOU! long time no seeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabrina:&lt;/strong&gt; SABRINA!! :D are you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stef:&lt;/strong&gt; haha REALLY MEEEHHHH? i'm sorrrry lahhh ): i'll go tag more often yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yaya:&lt;/strong&gt; oh please yaya, you should've seen your face when i told you that! it was the OH-NO-SHE'S-CAUGHT-ME look! tsk. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jx:&lt;/strong&gt; HEYYYY! errr. SOON SOOON! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char:&lt;/strong&gt; serious?! how many rounds in total? S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enshao:&lt;/strong&gt; hey! haha i'm not. you take care too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you can't find the words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115029877616264860?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115029877616264860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115029877616264860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115029877616264860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115029877616264860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-much-to-mention.html' title='so much to mention'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115021133934234332</id><published>2006-06-13T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:26:05.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my soul feels stained</title><content type='html'>AEWHRGF 9hf,mewnfiuvgdswqLIUBas;UGWEF8[GY 89SGUT 4DE-2QHYV aaaaa#WYHRE,kou;ASFFFFFFFFWAOININE GW$OITGBVFS SO R#*^)($*^Y(RU)!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god the sounds that some people make when they watch the world cup matches is highly irritating because it sounds like how someone would sound when one is having sex and it really grosses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to a conclusion that i'm super inconsistent in whatever i do&lt;br /&gt;and this time it's not funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop it, mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115021133934234332?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115021133934234332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115021133934234332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115021133934234332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115021133934234332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-soul-feels-stained.html' title='my soul feels stained'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115018048953932715</id><published>2006-06-13T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:34:49.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phone calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tag replies&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alina: &lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. yeaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lyn: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah i realised! are you feeling better? definitely hope you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mchen: &lt;/strong&gt;yes i know you're back! bet camp was great, haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keigo: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah i heard they sang well! and that the stage was quite bad too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nadirah: &lt;/strong&gt;YAAAA that's why! but i guess some were nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geri: &lt;/strong&gt;you HAVE to tell me all about it when you get back okay? :D i've been fine.. i hope YOU have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quraisha: &lt;/strong&gt;okay i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zr: &lt;/strong&gt;haha okay.. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raihan:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY RAIHAN! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char: &lt;/strong&gt;hey! haha no worries i didn't think that i was.. bad or anything i was just unhappy that i was hitting like shit, like always. haha. anyway thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stefanie: &lt;/strong&gt;haha no, it's just because you always come back only after like a whole week, that's why!! =P i should go tag your board more often. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nat: &lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHAH yes high when talking about nick hahaha i still can't stand it i love his turns!! and i'll miss you tooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chester: &lt;/strong&gt;haha err, too baddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sidney: &lt;/strong&gt;yes okay! soon soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhho i'm so tired it's gonna rain it's a lazy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115018048953932715?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115018048953932715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115018048953932715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115018048953932715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115018048953932715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/phone-calls.html' title='phone calls'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115013356016711008</id><published>2006-06-13T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:32:40.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last stand</title><content type='html'>i thought we ran alot for training today. it felt quite horrible because i practically didn't sleep the night before.&lt;br /&gt;and suicides wasn't that bad cause we didn't do too many sets AND the chasing game we played after that was quite.. fun! i mean, it's better than just asking us to sprint. i guess the coaches're finally using more of their brains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite being so shagged after training, i met yaya and reika on the bus and we headed down to ecp for the 2/1 gathering! the turn out sucked because everyone told us they couldn't make it at the last minute. sooo we (gita, yaya, avril, val, reika and i) headed to marina square! yes, we went to ecp for NOTHING. (stupid syazana.... hahahaha kidding!) and we ran sooo much because we didn't wanna be too late for the movie, but we still were anyway. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CAUGHT X-MEN3!!! yes i know, we're really slow. but can't help it okay, whenever i asked anyone to watch it with me they'd tell me they caught it already! anyway, i thought the show was good :DDD super exciting! or maybe it's just because the company was good, haha. we were practically screaming throughout the whole movie cos there's so many eye candy?!!! haha it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugh jackman hugh jackman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/x-wolverine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/x-wolverine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yaya:&lt;/strong&gt; she looks like halle berry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; SHE &lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt; HALLE BERRY, STUPID!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/x-storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/x-storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad for him! he died at such an early part of the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/x-cyclops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/x-cyclops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD THIS PART&lt;br /&gt;we were squealing away!!! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/x-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/x-angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i liked the part where he and pyro were fighting&lt;br /&gt;:DD :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;hothothottt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/x-iceman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/x-iceman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ice cream after that and reika brought hershey's choc syrup with her so we kept squeezing it into our ice cream and..&lt;br /&gt;okay basically today was quite an embarrassing day. haha you'd understand why if you were with us.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i met up with them in the end instead of coming home. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's the last episode of SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE!!!!!!!!! sad. ): but never mind! season 2 will come out soon. they've got a new host! cat deeley :D&lt;br /&gt;my goodness nick is SOOOO HAWWWWTTTTTTTT and so are his turns!!! i thought he was awesome when he danced to &lt;em&gt;pardon me.&lt;/em&gt; sigh sigh sigh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115013356016711008?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115013356016711008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115013356016711008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115013356016711008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115013356016711008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-stand.html' title='the last stand'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-115012603734844186</id><published>2006-06-11T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T08:27:17.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the country song</title><content type='html'>went shopping (!!!!) with nat and i'm glad we managed to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, finishing the noodles at nooch can take eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20006.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20006.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20008.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20008.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20013.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20013.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got a friend. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-115012603734844186?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/115012603734844186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=115012603734844186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115012603734844186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/115012603734844186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/country-song.html' title='the country song'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114995680523482724</id><published>2006-06-10T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T09:26:45.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the time will come</title><content type='html'>i swear i haven't felt this rejected in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;most of the people in town are definitely more unfriendly than the people you meet in the heartlands. like out of 10 people you ask to donate, only one does.&lt;br /&gt;and there're some people who give really wierd remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not nkf ah, okay i donate"&lt;br /&gt;"no no i'm rushing off to somewhere." &lt;em&gt;STROLLS AWAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is this a buddhist association?! don't want don't want"&lt;br /&gt;"no no no.. &lt;em&gt;stares&lt;/em&gt; whoa class com!" (??!?!?!!!!??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse still, some just ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well we did make some friends nearing the end, derek and glenn. man they sure did make life more difficult for us. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday ahma! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20002.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20002.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came over to celebrate today and the food was good! HUR. and i guess the company wasn't as bad as i expected. (: well i finally managed to pass the red-supposedly unbreakable and very durable-fan i bought her when we had the field trip to the religious places the other time! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have i told you that shawn is the cutest nephew ever?! he kept jumping around, making funny noises and telling us jokes which most of us didn't understand, until after godpa explained, haha.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to see someone with so much energy running and jumping about, bringing life to some of the older and morbid people like say, the adults.&lt;br /&gt;seeing him do all his turns and jumps made me feel that time really zooms and people do age really fast. and i felt really sad because before you know it, the time where your loved ones start leaving you will come before you know it and.... sighhhh&lt;br /&gt;okay okay whatever. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20010.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20010.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/SP_A0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/SP_A0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i'm mr brightside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114995680523482724?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114995680523482724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114995680523482724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114995680523482724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114995680523482724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-will-come.html' title='the time will come'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114987327766995075</id><published>2006-06-10T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:34:28.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blisters</title><content type='html'>i neeeed to come up with a time-table if not i'll never get anything done and i'll just start getting fatter because all i do is bum around ):&lt;br /&gt;harrdeeeharharrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home with more blisters from ballet today S:&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad i did some shopping&lt;br /&gt;i like the top from ysl!!!!!! and the zara one and i got a pair leatherrrry sandals&lt;br /&gt;GSSSSS i likeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;heeeeheeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flag day in the morning&lt;br /&gt;come donate to me baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114987327766995075?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114987327766995075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114987327766995075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114987327766995075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114987327766995075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/blisters.html' title='blisters'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114978032165311832</id><published>2006-06-08T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T08:25:21.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's get down</title><content type='html'>we did pointe for about an hour today, my toe bled, i've got blisters and now my freaking foot hurts!! feel's quite good though, HAHAHA. it's like, although you're all tired and hurt, you have this sense of accomplishment in you because you know you've put in the right amount of effort, perspiration and you know it's all for a good cause. GRIN. (:&lt;br /&gt;you should've seen elvira's tights, man. it was like.. RED (the foot part that is, hahaha). pretty scary, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love doing heymath!!!! i really dooooooo&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i haven't got a call from her&lt;br /&gt;maybe i didn't pass! poooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meryl asks me to mention here, that she is very smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't agree with her though HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we lay, we lay together just not&lt;br /&gt;too close, too close&lt;br /&gt;(how close is close enough?)&lt;br /&gt;we lay, we lay together just not&lt;br /&gt;too close, too close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna break you down so badly&lt;br /&gt;well i trip over everything you say&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna break you down so badly&lt;br /&gt;in the worst way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i told you that i miss the times we had when we were still friends? i don't think i have, because we haven't been on talking terms. well a part of me wants the friendship back. but, a part of me's reluctant to.. i don't know why. i just wanted to let you know that, i still care, and will always do.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114978032165311832?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114978032165311832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114978032165311832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114978032165311832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114978032165311832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-get-down.html' title='let&apos;s get down'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114969248585909969</id><published>2006-06-07T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:56:30.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snapple caps and funky facts</title><content type='html'>ho hum i read off a snapple cap just now and it said that smelling apples and/or bananas will help you lose weight. so if you are going on some weight-loss regiment.. smell your fruits more before you eat them! or if you are truly obese like me, just smell the damn fruits and then give them to any of your family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried smelling the bananas (with phish food, oatmeal, dublin mudslide, topped with m&amp;ms and hot chocolate fudge :9) in our banana split just now and maybe i felt a tad bit lighter but then after consumption, i wouldn't really dare say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so irritated with my hair. someone come up with some hair growth potion/medicine! like sixthreetwofive inches every night.. garrh. sorry for the bimboticness&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't want me to get started on how i'm looking forward to shopping hurhur&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i really have to start on my homework!!! ): ):&lt;br /&gt;pooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright byeeee everyone i'm off to smell my apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDINGGG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114969248585909969?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114969248585909969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114969248585909969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114969248585909969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114969248585909969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/snapple-caps-and-funky-facts.html' title='snapple caps and funky facts'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114967017684278532</id><published>2006-06-07T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:49:36.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever</title><content type='html'>hello i still have a stuffed nose and i'm still talking funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning was plain tiring and cold&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't dance properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon was pretty cool because i bumped into darren! like literally bumped because i was just walking and then he pushed me and then whoaaa! like 93295 years never see already man. he thought of meeting other people to play pool after that but i think i was feeling a bit too sick so.. grrr ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OHHH the bus i took home was moving like damn it so slow. the bus driver was extremely cautious (to make him sound nice) while driving and i'm so sure he was moving less than 60km/h. it was so annoying and i just felt like going up to poke his sides so he would like kan cheong and then slam on the gas but nah, i decided not to be such a hole and that guy was gonna retire anyway (okay i just didn't have the guts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll worship at Your throne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whisper my own love song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with all my heart i'll sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for You my dad and king&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114967017684278532?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114967017684278532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114967017684278532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114967017684278532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114967017684278532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/forever.html' title='forever'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114960315223375373</id><published>2006-06-06T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T07:15:34.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>060606</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Omen &lt;/strong&gt;opens today!&lt;br /&gt;freaky because, new movies usually open on thursday but they choose to specially premiere it today, because today's date is 06/06/06, which is also the number that represents satan. whoaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, happy birthday to val's dad! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;and i think the medicine made me feel even worse. yeccchhhh. i think it's a waste of time being sick, like you spend your whole day.. sleeping. HOW UNPRODUCTIVE. i'd rather go shopping. or better yet, uhmmmm. STUDY! haha yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;apparently something happened, and we can't meet the uncle anymore.&lt;br /&gt;WHY&lt;br /&gt;why do good things always come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;we have/he has been wronged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm should i just take it a step at a time,&lt;br /&gt;or should i just stop all this? i dunnnnnoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the medicine's making me drowsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;to the softballers (esp. cherm, shasha, dahllia and tofu) : i'm gonna miss you guys!! take care while at china ya, and have fun! love &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114960315223375373?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114960315223375373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114960315223375373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114960315223375373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114960315223375373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/060606.html' title='060606'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114952572013781720</id><published>2006-06-05T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T06:58:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a small upstairs apartment</title><content type='html'>-edit&lt;br /&gt;wowzzaaa today was like the slackest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;chem and amath &lt;s&gt;remedial&lt;/s&gt; supplementary KICKED ASS!!&lt;br /&gt;yaya, val and i shared a big tub of ice cream and ruffles and we presented val a birthday "cake" in the morning and SHE LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 465px" height="537" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/SP_A0048.jpg" width="475" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i forgot that she's 15 so i only put 4 small uhm, candles.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="500" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/SP_A0049.jpg" width="560" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached parkway at about 1 or so and we sat down at kfc to talk&lt;br /&gt;we continued talking and eating talking and eating running around eating crapping eating eating walking around running eating&lt;br /&gt;and that is how we spent our afternoon. GOSH i am a fat ass!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon everyone left and only val and i were left, so we went to look for places where we could buy cakes! headed to the cafe at MPH and slacked EVEN MORE there!! ):&lt;br /&gt;ci huiiiii came and then jasmine, and then qing yuan, and then dahlia and syaz!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to fish and co. and soon DANIEL came! after that GRACE and JIAXIN came! and we made so much noise that daniel didn't wanna acknowledge us as friends! hahaha AND THENNNN dahlia the lameass left ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THENNN we headed for swensens and we bought 2 earthquakes! daniel treated us and bought us ferrero rocher! after devouring the ice cream we went to the fountain and lighted the candles on the bengawan solo chocolate gateau! THENNN we started singing the happy birthday song! first one was for val and the next one was for the uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note the number of candles&lt;br /&gt;that shows how old the uncle is. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 426px" height="529" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/SP_A0053.jpg" width="595" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel brought val and i home after that.&lt;br /&gt;dinner with eng soon was superb. i love them!!!!! and i'm missing them already. ): biscuits! we have to have one of these gatherings again OKAY! MANY MANY MANY HUGS AND KISSESSSSSSSSSSS!!! i love the group hugs we have. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than dinner and lunch with the 3/3-os, everything else kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;gotta start studying man.&lt;br /&gt;and i was just stunned when you sent me that message. in fact i think i still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhaaahhahhh! dahlia just sent me the OBS photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LIKEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mag:&lt;/strong&gt; oh! cos errr someone didn't pass up your forms properly or something right? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desmond:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm not a pervert!! haha i'll tell you more about the liferun the next time i see you, if you're still interested.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tab:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY GIRL I MISS YOU. and yes i'll tell you more about OBS when we go out the next time! i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alina:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU SAW HIM TOO?! wow cool man! he's not exactly thaaat good looking.. right.. haha. and it's okay if you lost, it's the experience that's more important. i'm sure you did your best! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jamie:&lt;/strong&gt; YES YES YES OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chelsea:&lt;/strong&gt; hey! it's okay lah. smile smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabrina:&lt;/strong&gt; haha YES!!!! you mean i look like i'm not going ah. ): haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faye:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY! haha this one's for the leaders.. yup! and yes, CALL ME SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syikin:&lt;/strong&gt; i mIIIShXX eUu LeHxxzz!! hOW hAVe eUU beEN LateLY? been jamming alot? and are you sure that that Mrs loy person isn't you!!? *bites fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shawn:&lt;/strong&gt; OH shawn tiang!!! hello hello! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nat:&lt;/strong&gt; NAT WHY THE SAD FACE? WHY WHY WHY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can:&lt;/strong&gt; HEY! yeah it was nice jogging with you and all the.. mosquitoes! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;val:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU'RE WELCOME!!! today was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dahlia:&lt;/strong&gt; I MISS YOU AND ENG SOON! and hey! there's nothing wrong with being a guaikia.. RIGHT? RIGHT RIGHT??? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;shasha: SYAZZZ!!! today was great! I LOVE YOU!!! and no worries i'm sure you'll burn all the fats we ate today.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zan:&lt;/strong&gt; i miss it too! and it was? THANKS!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jx:&lt;/strong&gt; I MISS ENG SOON AND YOU TOO!! ): but today was fun. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;germ:&lt;/strong&gt; OH GOODNESS you were there too! i didn't know!!!! i thought i saw someone like you but i wasn't sure and we were rushing off so i didn't say hi!!! grrrr. did you have fun? haha. and danielle ong is a.. girl. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stef:&lt;/strong&gt; okay i'll relink you soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kyra:&lt;/strong&gt; the mangrove had so many trees and branches sticking out!! but yeah, it was easier to paddle.. haha. whoa inverse tower was scary shit man, but the experience was great. (: i had fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yaozhong:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha THANKS! yes obs was really fun this time round! :D and please lah don't exaggerate! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keigo:&lt;/strong&gt; haha YES they are! and it didnt look as scary as what alvin mentioned right. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yaya:&lt;/strong&gt; hello you.. you kidder!! haha chem and amath supp. was super fun lah right, the ice cream was.. uhhm. NICE. haha! and i never haolian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs loy:&lt;/strong&gt; hello mrs loy (syikin)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do you know which way the wind blows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114952572013781720?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114952572013781720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114952572013781720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114952572013781720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114952572013781720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/small-upstairs-apartment.html' title='a small upstairs apartment'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114944052266390719</id><published>2006-06-05T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:05:29.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music is a language of the soul</title><content type='html'>it's after 12&lt;br /&gt;but just take it that it's still sunday, okay. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY DAN the (horny bastard) MAN!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called me saturday morning and i carelessly forgot to ask why he was feeling all happy on friday. we all thought that he was happy that we were going away! but, no.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i forgot to mention that val, sha sha, dahlia, jiaxin and i went for dinner after OBS on friday. we left school and we bought chocolates once we stepped into ESSO! HAHAHA and when we bit into it we were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/em&gt; *stone for a while*&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we reached parkway we bought bubble tea!!! and then when we drank it we were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *&lt;/em&gt;stone stone stone&lt;em&gt;* oh my god oh my god so nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA and when we reached kfc we talked alot! then ate and we did the eng eng soon soon thing. oh man i really miss it. and i still remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiaxin:&lt;/strong&gt; whoa the chicken so nice man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;val:&lt;/strong&gt; err.. haven't we been eating chicken everyday at OBS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all of us:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHA YA HOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well we walked to the marine promenade after that and talked some more, then finally headed home.&lt;br /&gt;okay i should really stop talking about OBS. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was.. a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;i totally screwed up the audition!!!!!! shucks. i think i'm a bit demoralised.. S: maybe i really can't dance? garrrrrh never mind I SHALL WORK HARDER! hopefully i'll hear good news from mama g in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught &lt;strong&gt;BENCHWARMERS&lt;/strong&gt; today! so many other people couldn't make it. sad ):&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, i thought the show was really funny! :D well it's a rob schneider film, so yeah i guess it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to check out the freemasons place after that and it was a bit freaky! but not as freaky as what alvin mentioned, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after heading to the arcade and candy empire, we went to the esplanade! because prinsten said that there would be a pretty good band performing there so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and yes they really were good! they remind me of the &lt;em&gt;arctic monkeys&lt;/em&gt;! i like.. (:&lt;br /&gt;their band consists of 6 people, one playing the drums, another playing the trumpet, one DJ, a keyboardist, one playing the snare, and another playing the double bass. the vocalists were the one playing the trumpet and the snare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, we didn't manage to catch their band name. it was pretty crowded when we got there so we didn't really get a good view, but the music was great. we ended up sitting by the river and watching stars. nothing beats the stars at obs though HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;took quite a few photos after that! then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;there's chem and amath supplementary tomorrow. oh the joy!&lt;br /&gt;and the dinner with daniel too, that's if he can make it! *crosses fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why wouldn't you stop waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114944052266390719?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114944052266390719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114944052266390719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114944052266390719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114944052266390719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/music-is-language-of-soul.html' title='music is a language of the soul'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114944312952024432</id><published>2006-06-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:45:29.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 15th birthday to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VALENCIA ANNE LIM PEI SHI!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20006.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20006.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/ballet%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/ballet%20019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE'S WISHING YOU A &lt;strong&gt;FABULOUS FIFTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well.&lt;br /&gt;you've been a great friend so far, i thank God for giving me a friend like YOU! (:&lt;br /&gt;someone frank and AHEMAHEMirritatingAHEMAHEM, a good listener and a good rant-er too. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd just like to say sorry for always venting my anger at you! somehow i think you're the one friend whom i sorta had a bad start with. S: but nevertheless, we'll be friends till gramps alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always lending me your stuff, always caring for me, and always able to withstand my indecisiveness. (HAHAHA stop rolling your eyes at the blog url thing okay!!! :D) i really liked the phone calls we used to have quite often especially when mrs ngin haven't moved me.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoooo, TAHNK YOU for being a great girlfriend and makan partner&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY V.A.L!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S. HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY TO DANIELLE ONG TOO! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114944312952024432?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114944312952024432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114944312952024432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114944312952024432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114944312952024432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-15th-birthday-to.html' title='happy 15th birthday to..'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114934383891297527</id><published>2006-06-02T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:23:44.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM OBS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well OBS was really fun this time. i thought it was more fun then the one we had in january (; maybe it's because there was only 3 watches this time and the people in my watch were more sporting and fun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have alot of photos with me now so i'll only be posting the others up another day.. ): anyway, since it was such a memorable experience, i'm gonna blog about every single day.&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHH this's gonna be a long and boring post and i guess it'll only appeal to those people who were there! haha but, whatever. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i apologise for the lack of photos in day 4 and 5, i'll post them up as soon as i get them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached OBS: camp 1 at about 8 or 9 plus in the morning. we were briefed and grouped into our watches before playing some ice breakers. well my watch was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENG SOON!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it consisted of 16 people:&lt;br /&gt;jiaxin, grace, syaz, dahlia, val, qingyuan, atiqah, naz, mumtaz, xiaowen, shermaine, sharmaine, jasmine, ci hui, lyn, me!&lt;br /&gt;basically, all the people in sports ccas plus two red crossers, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the shit stuff, we got down to serious business! :D we started rock-climbing. there were 2 rock walls, one with a slope and one vertical. we had to climb the one with the slope BLIND-FOLDED! hell was it fun! (: (: i liked that one. the vertical one was pretty.. normal. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the sleep during the first night was horrible; i woke up whenever i thought my body was close to the wall because the walls had many lizards! all of us didn't sleep well so we were all pretty lethargic the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENG SOOOOON!! biscuit factory :D&lt;br /&gt;NICE POSE RIGHT hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 431px" height="554" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/OBS.jpg" width="532" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kayaked! have i mentioned that i like kayaking? (: and we did the capsize drill hahahah so fun. after that, it was lunch and everything. then we had another high element activity! S: i'm scared of heights and they just had to do the high element activities 2 days in a row. we headed for the INVERSE TOWER [we have a picture of this i'll post it up once i have it] and when i saw the structure i just frozzzzzeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there was two sides to the tower: inside, outside. lyn and i wanted to do the one inside cos we thought it was easier and more fun but there was no time! so we did the one outside, aka triple D (double, dangle, duo) it was basically logs on top of one another, about 2 metres apart, and we had to climb as high as possible. i was horrified! so horrified that i suddenly started crying right after we got down. many thanks to the people who encouraged me! mainly my watchmates, esp lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two's sleep was good (: we decided to put all our mattresses together on the floor and it was much more cosy! more cooling too. this time we had a good night's sleep. hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of our bunk - we all put our mattresses in the center of the bunk that night and slept together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 419px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="434" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/bunk.jpg" width="493" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after morning circle, we had the "indiana arts festival" and the PA group won! haha they were good. we played alot of games that require teamwork in day 3. first was "team ski", then "team link", then "find your tree", then the "trust fall". we played many other games like "concentration" and "murderer" in between while waiting for the instructors to come too! i felt we bonded alot that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the next activity to begin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="411" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/f4493169.jpg" width="505" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team ski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; HEIGHT: 451px" height="543" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/teamski.jpg" width="628" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the most fun part was after the trust fall. oh first i must say that i think everyone from eng soon did well for that!!! all of us were so sporting and we really trusted each other. everyone could observe that because almost no one was afraid to jump off the platform unto the mat when they got there! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so after all of us had jumped off, it was dan's turn. and when he finally jumped off and landed on the mat.. we covered him up and carried him all the way to the kayaks, near the sea!! :DD on the way there, we kept kicking him and someone (grace or something) threw a flower at him and it landed right as his neck! so we started singing funeral songs like amazing grace. hahahahe finally pushed himself out of the mat when we were about to reach the sea! and yes, being girls we just kept screaming hahaha. well that day was really fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to have a water parade that night because of the sea ex the next day but most of us didn't, because i think most of us were too scared to go to the toilet in the middle of the night! haha. and i didn't drink much too cos shashaaa didn't want to ): HAHA so yaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the indiana arts festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/9e7230f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo is.. random&lt;br /&gt;daniel was pulling me that explains the disgusting face ): haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="419" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/__nice/926fde29.jpg" width="489" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY &lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEA EXPEDITION!!&lt;br /&gt;i thought day 4 was a really exhausting day and it totally stretched our limits. the seeeeeee-ex (the instructors prefer to call them the sex leaders hahaha) leaders - val and qing, shirlene(sp?) and khai, jiayun and lynnette; made us meet at 615 in the morning instead of the usual 630! haha, you don't know how much 15 minutes mean to us.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after pt and everything, we finally launched at about 9.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT WE SAW WHILE KAYAKING.&lt;br /&gt;A FULL RAINBOW!!!!!!!!!! 7 colours, and we could see the START and the BEGINNING of the rainbow!!!!!!!!! to make things even better, there was another small rainbow at the left side of the full rainbow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOSHHH it was SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT. and the rainbow lasted for so long!!!!!!! i thought it was really warming and it sure did brighten our spirits (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after kayaking for quite a while, we had to make a turning to the mangrove swamp to kayak [)):] and the turning was scary!!! there was this house thing at the shore and like 5 gigantic dogs there! it kept barking when we kayaked through, but we were all unhurt. thank God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after kayaking in the swamp, turning here and there, we reached this bridge and we couldn't pass through it!! SOOOOOO WE HAD TO GO OVER IT!!!!! WHICH MEANS STEPPING INTO THE MUD AND CARRYING LIKE 24 kayaks over the road and back down into the swamp!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first few people who got up into the mud so that we could help the others were shasha, dahlia, lyn, qingyuan, val and me. and once we stepped into the mud, we sank straighttt into it! the mud was like, knee-deep. ahsfo8ucw4epgf09vjn man!&lt;br /&gt;and there were quite a few (understatement), &lt;u&gt;many&lt;/u&gt; mudskippers! at first i was really scared and i even thought that we wouldn't be able to do it.. but being leaders (hahahaha), a few of us brainstormed and came up with some ideas and we managed to bring the kayaks over after like, 2 hours! or maybe 1.5, haha. it was sooo exhausting. but the sense of achievement was like, fffwwwwhhooa man.&lt;br /&gt;-and oh, quite a few people who were cycling stopped to take photos of us!! and there was this guy who kept taking photos of dahlia HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continued kayaking in the SWAAAAMMMMP (eeew) and we got lost!!! so we turned here and there, front and back, and finally found the other potouch (sp?)!!! (: but this time it was raining quite heavily and we were all already so tired from carrying all the kayaks just now. everywhere was muddy, many of us kept slipping, there was almost nowhere where we could grip firmly, BUTTTTT we managed to transport the kayaks over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really tough, bending over so much while carrying the kayaks cos the branches of the trees were so low and pokey. it was so exhausting that poor people like shasha and dahlia and khai and most of the people who helped more got so pissed. we managed to get all the kayaks over faster this time, maybe because the slope wasn't as steep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, after what seemed like forever, WE GOT OUT OF THE SWAMP!!!!! and started paddling back to camp 1. although we were all so shacked, the paddle back was pretty fun, singing songs and laughing at one another.. sigh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day four was the last night we were gonna sleep together! so we decided to ton. (HAHA) well guess what! we did a mini remake of the song &lt;em&gt;more than words&lt;/em&gt; for our instructor DANiel THE MAN!!! and we did a card too, though it got really kiam chye. some people stayed up till 1 plus thinking of the lyrics for the song; i'll post them up some other time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the funny thing was that, daniel came to check on us at about 12 or so. and before that, we were planning what we were supposed to do whenever he came in! which was: quickly fall and lie down on the matressess (where we were already).&lt;br /&gt;SOO, he came in about 12+, totally unexpected and we immediately lied down on the mattresses! sadly, he saw us zoom down unto the mattresses and i think he saw some of us vibrating (due to laughing) while he was checking on us so all of us just burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha shit i think that part was damn funny. well he was nice enough not to reprimand us or bring us out on for a walk that night, unlike the first night! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY &lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was starting to feel so sad. we kept saying things like&lt;br /&gt;"aww it's the last time we're gonna wash our dishes."&lt;br /&gt;"awww it's the last time we're gonna do eng eng soon soon."&lt;br /&gt;"aww it's the last day we're gonna steal fruits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we didn't have morning pt that day, but we had a real long morning circle. we did this activity called &lt;strong&gt;Liferun&lt;/strong&gt; and i thought it was REALLY MEANINGFUL. i reflected so much and from now on, i'll really try my best to cherish/treasure everything that i have so that i wouldn't regret when the thing/that someone finally goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the last station of &lt;strong&gt;Liferun&lt;/strong&gt;, we had to run the whole route (which is like really tiring). it was to give us a sense of a new beginning, and i jogged with candice. i liked the &lt;strong&gt;Liferun&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every activity that we did that day seemed more meaningful. and we managed to do our own art pieces! on the night of day four/three (i can't remember), they made all of us just splash paint and do whatever we wanted on this big piece of paper. we cut out our favourite pieces on day 5 and sorta "framed" it up. it was so pretty, so abstract. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a final debrief within our watch and that was when i really realised that i had learnt alot during this OBS course. and i felt so thankful and at the same time sad, when qingyuan shared. especially when she started to.. cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that final debrief within our watch, we had another final debrief at the classroom! together with the other 2 watches. THAT WAS WHEN..&lt;br /&gt;WE PRESENTED OUR SONG!! eng soon's version of more than words. it was so sad..&lt;br /&gt;zan told us that quite a few people wanted to cry, and daphne said that dan's face was ALL RED!!!!!! well we had to rush to the jetty after that. everything was pretty rush, esp the sendoff. but, at least we managed to present our song and say our last goodbyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure didn't regret going for OBS! i was so reluctant to go at first but i'm so happy that it was a great experience. i feel achieved and more determined to lead the tennis team well now, as a good leader. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from OBS i did manage to see a different side of other people too! people like shasha and cihui. i also wouldn't get to know people like atiqah, grace, mumtaz, xiaowen. i wouldn't have gotten to know people like jasmine (who fell sick on the 2nd day :[), jiaxin, dahlia and cihui better. as for val, lyn, qingyuan, i already knew them well so ya. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without OBS, i also wouldn't have learnt how to be a good leader, friend and follower.. how it feels like being bitten by many mosquitoes.. how it feels like bathing in a toilet with 3258749386 insects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have known all of this without OBS.&lt;br /&gt;one word to describe this leadership training at OBS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love ENG SOON MANY MANY MANYYYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rock on baby. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114934383891297527?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114934383891297527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114934383891297527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114934383891297527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114934383891297527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114882893130790832</id><published>2006-05-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:08:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS, here i come!</title><content type='html'>caught the dvc today with mel, tammy, desmond, prinsten and alvin today.&lt;br /&gt;haha we had alot of time before the movie started so we chilled at coffee bean and then they started talking about army and dunno what shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't find the movie very fantastic, somehow i expected more.. and alot of my christian friends did mention that reading the book might shaken your faith in God, but i thought the movie didn't. basically because, the things that they tried to explain were &lt;strong&gt;too unrealistic&lt;/strong&gt; to be true. that's what I think, at least. and afterall, pastor rony's message did remind me that the whole movie's a lie.. so yes, i'm still a strong believer of God and forever will be. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the grinning retard after that and i was brought home&lt;br /&gt;how sweet hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well OBS STARTS TOMORROW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back on friday, i'm gonna miss EVERYONE!!!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright bye bye ):&lt;br /&gt;see yall friday.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYYYYYYYYSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S ALL THE BEST TO ALL TK TENNISERS WHO'RE TAKING PART IN SPEX!!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114882893130790832?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114882893130790832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114882893130790832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114882893130790832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114882893130790832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/obs-here-i-come.html' title='OBS, here i come!'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114874454568093658</id><published>2006-05-27T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T08:42:25.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not the words i want to hear from you</title><content type='html'>i wonder how it feels like to lose a loved one. one of my friend just did and i feel very sorry for her, but how do i show her that i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss the first week of the great singapore sale! garrh.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully OBS will be fun.. 'cos the one in january wasn't as fun as i expected it to be S: i don't wanna come back full of insect bites ): can't wait for kayaking though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's got the zen micro working again..&lt;br /&gt;so i guess, there goes the nano.&lt;br /&gt;and he says he'll surprise me when i come back from OBS. hohoho&lt;br /&gt;exciting uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's a sunday&lt;br /&gt;my brother's back and he's been sleeping since he reached home&lt;br /&gt;i still can't describe the feeling i feel when i see you during class&lt;br /&gt;and i think taking back sunday produces the best emo shit, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so random&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114874454568093658?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114874454568093658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114874454568093658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114874454568093658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114874454568093658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-words-i-want-to-hear-from-you.html' title='not the words i want to hear from you'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114866113931124139</id><published>2006-05-27T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:35:56.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starstruck?</title><content type='html'>well it's after 12, but let's just take it that it's still friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the mtv dance class just now and guess who was teaching us!!&lt;br /&gt;YUTAKI YUTAKI YUTAKI!&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh so.. cute. especially when we were doing warm ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; you have to contract.. and push out.. like this.. &lt;em&gt;ugh ugh ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all of us:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today didn't seem like the last day of school at all..&lt;br /&gt;we had operation clean-up and i don't like it! other than the part where we started playing songs and tried to sing to them haha.&lt;br /&gt;we played football during recess! or more like, TRIED to play. basically we were all just.. running around and trying to get the ball with our hands instead of legs haha.&lt;br /&gt;and we got back our report books.. ): no comments, just that i've disappointed my parents yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch after waiting for val for like a thousand years because she takes 230598320498643 minutes to pack her bag!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHO WE SAW!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;julian heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D:D:D we went mad, i tell you!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exits cocoa trees &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;val:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;walking and talking crap AS USUAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;walks past gramophone &lt;/em&gt;HEY HEY that guy looks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;val:&lt;/strong&gt; quite hot &lt;em&gt;looks at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; looks at her&lt;/em&gt; YA YA YA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;val&lt;/strong&gt; (val thought i was talking about their shopkeeper but i wasn't SOOO she said): hey i wanna go to num at heeren!! [cos she thought the shopkeeper reminded her of someone there]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; hmm... yeah... &lt;em&gt;looks somemore&lt;/em&gt; OHHHH MY GOD ISN'T THAT ISN'T THAT ISN'T THATTTTTT JULIAN HEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! &lt;em&gt;LOOKS AT VAL LOOKS AT VAL AND THEN SCREAMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;val:&lt;/strong&gt; OH YYAAAA!! &lt;em&gt;LOOKS AT EUNICE LOOKS AT EUNICE AND THEN SCREAMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much consideration and hesitation i finally went up to him to ask if we could take a picture! val was too slow to catch him cos she was struggling with her.. box. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;and he said yes! the photo's on &lt;a href="http://paperbandages.blogspot.com/"&gt;val's blog&lt;/a&gt; (: i think i look funny there but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;well i think julian hee look's better on teeveeeee cos he's quite pimply in real life HEH. but nevertheless, still cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we took the picture we were squealing away and we hurriedly headed for the watson's exit and then we started screaming and hyper-ventilating.&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY NOT SURE WHY THOUGH! hahahahaha i mean, it's only.. julian hee. RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meryl chen told me to say that she said hello and that she's got a surprise for someone on sunday. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired but they've got re-runs of desperate housewives so i'll probably tv myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;okay that sounds wierd but, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114866113931124139?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114866113931124139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114866113931124139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114866113931124139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114866113931124139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/starstruck.html' title='starstruck?'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114856691137448283</id><published>2006-05-25T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:21:51.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i see you in the storm, i see you in a kiss</title><content type='html'>the past few days have been tiring!&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad i had dinner with mom and dad tonight..&lt;br /&gt;managed to talk to gina one to one yesterday and i was really.. enlightened!! and i had fun with everyone who was there too. we had to clean this whiteboard because mama g wrote on it with permanent ink! so yes, we stood there like stupid idiots scrubbing like mad for about half an hour or more haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining heavily (understatement)&lt;br /&gt;it was pouring extremely heavily in the afternoon today so we didn't get to hit during training. ): and gosh i cannot stand ***g's face!!&lt;br /&gt;played charades with tab, pat, lyn and alina after that then we went for PRATA!! and uhm, indian rojak, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's the last day of term 2 tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;time flies man. seems like just a few weeks ago that the march hols ended..&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm not that excited about the hols this time, i'm not sure why though. maybe it's because i'm scared that i'll probably waste my time away at home, or maybe it's because i'm afraid of time passing too fast, or maybe it's just because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114856691137448283?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114856691137448283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114856691137448283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114856691137448283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114856691137448283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-see-you-in-storm-i-see-you-in-kiss.html' title='i see you in the storm, i see you in a kiss'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114839313504156247</id><published>2006-05-23T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:16:27.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>searching in the hallways</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tag replies&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahidah: haha i'm not lah.&lt;br /&gt;athifah: oh then thanks for finally coming! yeah i'll go link you. (:&lt;br /&gt;cherm: HEY DARLING! yes yes like soon okay. i love you!&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmcheeeennn: i can't wait for the holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;dana: hello dananananananana!&lt;br /&gt;ally: oh my hahah i liked that part! it was SO STUPID&lt;br /&gt;desmond: yeaah i know, but still.. ): owell. and yup i'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;anonymous: oh you mean you actually have the guts to admit who you are? well tell me who you are then&lt;br /&gt;charmaine: hey! really ah. aww that's sweet.. thanksss ):&lt;br /&gt;nat: hahaaaa. i dunno i dunnoooo&lt;br /&gt;alina: ALINAAAA! i'm sure i won't. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;my whole body is achinggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all meeting up with gina tomorrow for some QnA session; i hope i'll still have the energy..&lt;br /&gt;): i'm so shagged and i feel so.. awfh029asdwey3rgrehtrf758$nh,s@#$UJmjut98/'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i losing my dad's trust?&lt;br /&gt;how do i let them know that i know my limits.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garrrh so tired&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;/edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;MY NICENICE (:&lt;br /&gt;ok im here to add on some stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that we have one thing in common (:&lt;br /&gt;both of us are VERY sensitive! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh,that fatassbitch seriously should&lt;br /&gt;just keep comments inside and not go around tellin&lt;br /&gt;other people stuffs about you and more,&lt;br /&gt;hurt you and make you sad!&lt;br /&gt;grrr,slap that ass man.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i am super happy,at least now i know what's&lt;br /&gt;bothering yer.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't like fatass,say stuffs that are fake,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what is happening,jumping to conclusions,&lt;br /&gt;sayin the most random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;At least, there is always this smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;everyday (:&lt;br /&gt;which is total love, like you ok shortie :D&lt;br /&gt;you rock the whole world , i mean it ! haha.be happy,or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with lots &lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; idiot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114839313504156247?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114839313504156247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114839313504156247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114839313504156247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114839313504156247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/searching-in-hallways.html' title='searching in the hallways'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114831002239493040</id><published>2006-05-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:00:22.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misunderstood</title><content type='html'>why are parents so irritating?&lt;br /&gt;how is it that i can love them so much at one time and hate them so much at another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, we got 3rd for interclass netball. totally unexpected 'cos we've only had like 4 training sessions and they weren't even proper. well i'm very happy for 3/3! congrats to all the other classes too, everyone did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be a long day!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;and something that tab told me today's still stuck in my head. ): i can't believe ***g actually thinks of me that way.. i'm really not like that.&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse, dad's at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrggggh just suck it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114831002239493040?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114831002239493040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114831002239493040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114831002239493040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114831002239493040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/misunderstood.html' title='misunderstood'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114822056075749676</id><published>2006-05-21T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T07:09:20.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>project work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tag replies&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anonymous: you mean ugly people don't have friends?&lt;br /&gt;yaya: oh my god you weren't?! STOP LYING!! and thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;kim: hahahaha oh.&lt;br /&gt;val: hey, haha thanks! see you at school tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;stef: it's not bad, but there's like alot of self-work to be done..&lt;br /&gt;desmond: hahahaha. ya man.&lt;br /&gt;dahlia: WHOOO? hahahaah crazy tiger!!!&lt;br /&gt;alina: oh.. okay.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;germ: haha :D how have you been my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha you should've caught singapore idol today. watching the people get dissed by the judges is just.. entertaining. but i really have to take my hat off to some of them because although they sing REAL BAD, they still dared to audition and get their egos bruised. whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought service today was really touching.&lt;br /&gt;goes to show how much mothers/parents really care for you, and that they're the ones who will be there for you forever, not your friends. i thought the clips from the show were really sad but somehow it didn't move me as much as when pastor rony was speaking.. why do people only cherish what they've got only after they lose it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well headed for dahlia's with tofu after that for the chinese project. i can't believe we actually met up for a CHINESE PROJECT!!&lt;br /&gt;so after reaching there, we still couldn't accept the fact that we met up to do a cheeeeeeeena project, so we slacked and did really silly stuff, doing stupid videos and stuff.. haha. after about 2 hours we FINALLY decided to get our fat asses off and start on the project! and man was it fun. SERIOUSLY! now i'm glad we met up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW'S THE START OF THE LAST WEEK OF TERM 2!&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i just know that the june hols will be gone in a flash. ): and i'm not exactly looking forward to OBS. S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could let you know that you're one of the best liars i've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;standing tall in this wide space&lt;br /&gt;getting lost in Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;i see a fire burning brighter&lt;br /&gt;it's calling me to catch the flame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh, maybe i'm not fit to be captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114822056075749676?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114822056075749676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114822056075749676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114822056075749676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114822056075749676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/project-work.html' title='project work'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114814954254449533</id><published>2006-05-21T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:25:42.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you know which way the wind blows</title><content type='html'>tag replies&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estel: hey lyn! thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;alina: haha i love you too! and why didn't you go for training the other day! thursday, i think.&lt;br /&gt;mag: oh no i didn't go for that training session): how come it was important?&lt;br /&gt;geri: hey! haha i don't mind going. (: i'll text you for the details or something? and tell alicia i miss her too! been ages since i met her.&lt;br /&gt;xuanhan: haha yup WHY!&lt;br /&gt;chermain: heeeeeeyy!&lt;br /&gt;hannah: HEY! yeah, saw you just now :D&lt;br /&gt;syikin: MAGNIFYING GLASS? i am so sure. hahahaha and yeah gita does =P&lt;br /&gt;chanel: hey chanel! friday was crap man :DD&lt;br /&gt;mchen: what is &lt;em&gt;!@#$$#@%&lt;/em&gt; !! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;tyra banks: I KNOW YOU ARE SYAZANA BTE YAHYA!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;dana: hey! (: tomorrow tomorrow! haha&lt;br /&gt;kim: hello kim! haha, why do you feel that way? and are you like kim ang or kim chan HAHA&lt;br /&gt;desmond: DESMOND!!! DIG NOSE DIG NOSE. yeah i'm gonna link you like after this! (: and yes i know i'm gonna add alvin's name in already :D oh oh and ya thanks for helping me scold that anon hahaha&lt;br /&gt;pris: hey!! all the best for your auditions yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;jerome: haha yeah i couldn't recognise you at first. anyway, hope you've been doing fine!&lt;br /&gt;chester: oh my please, you're far from that chester from lp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;gita: hey! hahaha okay. you and yaya the same kind one lah :D&lt;br /&gt;anonymous: act cute? who's not man!&lt;br /&gt;chelsea: hey girl, thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;zahidah: YAAA i bet it's her!! hahah&lt;br /&gt;nadirah: hmmmmmmmmm? haha thanks.&lt;br /&gt;tofu: hey girl! thanks! see you tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;stefanie: haha yeah! you've been there before? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/3-osssss! look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEET DON'T LIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20018.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20018.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speech day today was shit, as expected. (i finally managed to meet clare after so long!:]) everyone was sleeping during the valediction and during mrs lim's speech.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what! the guest-of-honour mentioned that mrs lim told her that we will be like going through prime and that we'll be shifting out of the school next year!&lt;br /&gt;wth man, we'll be gone by the time prime's over. but then again, you don't know how accurate her information is because she called mrs phyllis lim, mrs phyllis &lt;em&gt;tan &lt;/em&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet was S:&lt;br /&gt;haven't danced for soooo long and i was already breathing heavily after like the fourth exercise or something. and pointe work was even worse! garrrh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed for uan after that for the talk. well it started late! so we went to newton food center again, for dinner. man, i'm really thankful for the talk. at least i have a clearer picture of what's going on now and what i should aim for/what to do. (:&lt;br /&gt;went to tcc after that with desmond and mega to meet alvin for a while, then went to collect the tickets for vaunt.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still sad i can't go cos of OBS, but never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the competition on friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20015.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20015.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all waiting for class to start so they decided to.. draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20012.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20012.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEEEEEEETH!&lt;br /&gt;that's desmond the ah beng who's obsessed with his "picture perfect smile" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20010.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114814954254449533?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114814954254449533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114814954254449533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114814954254449533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114814954254449533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-do-you-know-which-way-wind-blows.html' title='how do you know which way the wind blows'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114805384239971482</id><published>2006-05-19T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:52:53.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now spinning: nick lachey - what's left of me</title><content type='html'>okay here're some of the photos we took on monday for the string and dance concert! (aka &lt;em&gt;dance feline sur chords&lt;/em&gt; :DD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pat, yaya, shihua, me with errr this big box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natttt my favourite cat (: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl looked pretty that night, FOR ONCE (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANA LEONG!! okay her number is 912*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20013.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this girl is aka fatty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20014.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20014.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20016.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20016.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20022.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20022.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20027.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20027.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siew chi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20026.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20026.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the photos we took at uan yesterday, another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, good night! speech day tomorrow. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114805384239971482?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114805384239971482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114805384239971482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114805384239971482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114805384239971482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-spinning-nick-lachey-whats-left-of.html' title='now spinning: nick lachey - what&apos;s left of me'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114805029938371160</id><published>2006-05-19T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:28:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore</title><content type='html'>OH OH here's something that made us go all wacked on tuesday's recess.&lt;br /&gt;us: &lt;em&gt;whining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of us: shit man the school still owes us a holiday for polling day.. i wonder when's it gonna be!!!?&lt;br /&gt;another one of us: yaaaaa they had better not cancel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syikin&lt;/strong&gt;: whoaa they better not ah or i'll ***k all of them man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looks at one another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syikin&lt;/strong&gt;: like annabel chong!!!!&lt;br /&gt;together: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;okay it might not be funny now but it was THEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, i've been so tired i think my biological clock's a little off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well last night's uan class was quite good, but sad too cos it was our last one ): managed to take quite a few pictures cos all of us thought class started at 7 but it actually started at 8! so most of us were early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diyana, desmond, josiah, esther, alvin, mel and i went for supper after that and it was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;talked and joked around and we finally know why a particular someone's so obssessed with nose wax (hahahaha) and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;WE MISSED THE LAST TRAIN HEADING FOR MARINA BAY!! ): lucky diyana and esther's train to jurong east was still.. there haha.&lt;br /&gt;damn i hope we really do stick to our words and stay in touch man haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the singing competition thingy after school and i thought we did pretty fine! :D&lt;br /&gt;went to studio cafe for a while after that to jam though the stuff there pretty much suck, then went to parkway to eat! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, check out linkin park's new single, &lt;strong&gt;giving in&lt;/strong&gt;!! i'm still not really into chester's shouting, but yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114805029938371160?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114805029938371160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114805029938371160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114805029938371160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114805029938371160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-shame-poor-grooms-bride-is-whore.html' title='what a shame the poor groom&apos;s bride is a whore'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114778967728541401</id><published>2006-05-16T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T07:27:57.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cats on strings</title><content type='html'>string and dance concert last night was pretty alright. &lt;br /&gt;somehow i expected more from the dancers man.. but i guess all of them still did a really good job! (:&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;managed to go onstage/backstage after the show to take photos and give flowers! shit it felt good everyone looked so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for supper at marina square after that and gosh that mall is.. funny. they turn on the fire alarm (this really piercing continuous beeping sound) to chase people out! we were taking silly photos around the mall when suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beeeeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeeeeep beeep beeeeeeeep beeeeeeeeeeeeeep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us: &lt;em&gt;AH!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;AHHHH! AHH! AHHH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beeebeeeeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeeeeep beeep beeeeeeeep beeeeeeeeeeeeeep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us:&lt;em&gt; wa lao sfdhgi3h4t&lt;/em&gt; my god &lt;em&gt;se8fh2o43flnoijn !!! oihsdoihfoieuwrjfe&lt;/em&gt; faster faster let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we start running out hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was supser tired at school today, you should've seen us all of looked like zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm rushing through the ss project now so i'll upload the pretty photos we took yesterday another time i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114778967728541401?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114778967728541401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114778967728541401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114778967728541401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114778967728541401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/cats-on-strings.html' title='cats on strings'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114761348182597346</id><published>2006-05-14T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T06:31:21.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe in postcard prettiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/400/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost in the square, what could we do but take pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so in love with this picture i took this evening. ): so. in. love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently this lady called Allie told pastor Rony that she could see Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Rony shared a bit of her story with us today and convinced us that she was telling the truth, after putting her through stringent tests and questioning. guess what?&lt;br /&gt;she told pastor that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESUS CAME TO LIGHTHOUSE in the bodily form.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, Jesus is present everywhere but, he came to lighthouse in his bodily form!&lt;br /&gt;he could be &lt;strong&gt;ANYWHERE ELSE IN THE UNIVERSE BUT HE CAME TO LIGHTHOUSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally awesome! i got goosebumps when pastor rony said that. but i guess this's a big turning point for Lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there's the school's dance and string e concert tomorrow at VCH.&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THE BEST DANCERS!! bring the house down man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the best to the string people too, though i don't really know any so yeah HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that the rumour of having no school on tuesday is true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos i want you and i feel you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crawling underneath my skin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like a hunger, like a burnin' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to find a place i've never been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now i'm broken and i'm faded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm half he man i thought i would be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you can have what's left of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114761348182597346?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114761348182597346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114761348182597346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114761348182597346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114761348182597346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-believe-in-postcard-prettiness.html' title='i believe in postcard prettiness'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114754091485036005</id><published>2006-05-14T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T10:21:54.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting into you</title><content type='html'>started off the day by meeting tofu. i don't like rain. it ruined our plans ):&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i still liked her company! pigged out big time and caught loads of teevee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nat at town first after that cos val still had her cip.. finally got my mothers' day present!&lt;br /&gt;and GUESS was having a sale baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;so val eventually came, after like a thousand years and we had dinner then we caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSEIDON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the caps hahah. because&lt;br /&gt;1) like all their posters wrote &lt;em&gt;poseidon&lt;/em&gt; in caps so i thought i should follow&lt;br /&gt;2) I LIKED THE SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;i shan't be a spoiler, but i must say the part in which her father died was so sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20007.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20007.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember this guy? he's the small boy who drums to christian songs at orchard road! well he's tanner since the last time i saw him :D do you notice what his dad's doing whenever he's busking? sitting down at the corner.. and that makes me wonder whether he's forced to busk because of his dad. okay but whatever it is, he's great. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beat. good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114754091485036005?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114754091485036005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114754091485036005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114754091485036005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114754091485036005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-into-you.html' title='getting into you'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114745355140144888</id><published>2006-05-13T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:05:51.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop that; i can't take it anymore</title><content type='html'>had chem tuition in the morning at tab's then i rushed over for the ss project. i must say, it was fun!! i'm so glad we spent our time properly instead of slacking away and not getting anything done. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's tofu the hottt nurse, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/Picture%20148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/Picture%20148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing: ARCHER! aka my new boyfriend :D :D OKAY I'M KIDDING. but i find him so cute!&lt;br /&gt;well he helped us a bit. if you watch our ss video you'll see him in the 3rd scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is MY INDIAN HUSBAND!&lt;br /&gt;yaya and i're acting as some indian couple who owns a.. restaurant. we're gonna lose all our money because of the bombings. hahahaha [check out the mole on my right cheek and yaya's turban! SEXY MAN HAHAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohohohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MET JESS AND YUNXUAN AFTER THAT FOR DINNER! wanted to go to cocolatte but i guess we had.. other plans ): haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakae sushiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after much talking and shopping with them i met valencia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess where we went for supper =P yes, makansutra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this man :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess it's tanning with tofu tomorrow. then heading down to meet val and nat hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still the amath and emath spring tests next week! POOOO ):&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: BETTER STUDY HARD AND DO WELL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114745355140144888?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114745355140144888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114745355140144888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114745355140144888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114745355140144888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/stop-that-i-cant-take-it-anymore.html' title='stop that; i can&apos;t take it anymore'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114736263348269003</id><published>2006-05-11T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:50:33.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello stranger</title><content type='html'>i actually went for amath remedial today!&lt;br /&gt;it ended late so didn't go for training. i forgot that i told coach qing i wasn't going already anyway haha. went over to tab's and we caught a bit of this and a bit of that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS BUDDHIST DAY!&lt;br /&gt;finally gonna meet up with yunxuan and jess for dinner, after so long!! (:&lt;br /&gt;ss project before that, and chem tuition too ): GARH. never mind tomorrow shall be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we finally found out who it was! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114736263348269003?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114736263348269003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114736263348269003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114736263348269003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114736263348269003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-stranger.html' title='hello stranger'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114726990840680413</id><published>2006-05-10T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T07:07:28.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know where to be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;VAUNT @ MoS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the ministry of sound: block C, the cannery, river valley road, clarke quay]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;30th may, 8pm till late&lt;br /&gt;tickets are priced at $18, door $22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there will be an alcohol bar at pure room but strictly for 18 and above!&lt;br /&gt;interested? contact me now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114726990840680413?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114726990840680413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114726990840680413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114726990840680413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114726990840680413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-know-where-to-be.html' title='don&apos;t know where to be?'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114726966150883299</id><published>2006-05-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T07:01:01.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i get a rush</title><content type='html'>the learning journey today wasn't as bad as i expected! or maybe it's because the company was good. (:&lt;br /&gt;but on the whole i thought that it was pretty cool to learn about other people's religion. i don't really like the guide though, i thought some of the stuff that she said were pretty inaccurate. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back in school after that for a while with syik, tofu, val, yaya, dan and jazz. this's like the third day in the row we've been hanging out after school (!); too mad to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh dad and i just made a wasted trip to uan ): we were like 3/4 way there when i received josiah's message that class started at 7 instead of 830!!!!! sad. and i couldn't join them for supper ):&lt;br /&gt;OWELL. NEXT WEEEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i'm sorry &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYAZANA BTE YAHYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for making the button of your wallet come off!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i'm with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114726966150883299?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114726966150883299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114726966150883299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114726966150883299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114726966150883299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-get-rush.html' title='i get a rush'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114723082619193812</id><published>2006-05-10T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T06:35:45.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who makes the sun light up my shadows</title><content type='html'>i heard many people didn't go for learning styles yesterday! and i heard from the people who went that yesterday's lesson was really fun. they taught them how to defend yourself if a guy attacks you! and also tips on how to answer some mcq questions or dunno what shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should've went man.. guess this goes to show that the naughty just gets naughtier while the good just gets better because the so called naughty people don't bother to attend these workshops to get smarter, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, khai za yaya val dan tofu and i went for lunch at parkway. spent so much time there and because we were making so much noise we decided to go back to school! video world. hahahaha damn stupid, but fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for uan class after that and nixem was there again! his classes are funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok gtg now the bell just rang BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114723082619193812?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114723082619193812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114723082619193812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114723082619193812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114723082619193812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-makes-sun-light-up-my-shadows.html' title='who makes the sun light up my shadows'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114709985170635376</id><published>2006-05-08T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T07:52:50.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh play my favourite song, darling</title><content type='html'>I CAN'T BELIEVE CRAIG GOT OUT FOR TONIGHT'S EPISODE OF SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE?!?!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh man. damn sad ): i think nick and blake are so haaaawwwwwtttttt. and i like melody and camillaaaaaa! okay i like all of them they're like so good. watching that show just leaves my mouth wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the learning styles thing after school today was quite boring. i mean, yeah, it can be quite useful but.. i don't find the lesson interesting or productive. S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/DSCN3225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/DSCN3225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's jannah's chicken, tofu's pappaaaaadum, a spoon, a fork and many &lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt; hands :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/DSCN3226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/DSCN3226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the avt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/DSCN3263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/DSCN3263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/DSCN3272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/DSCN3272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/DSCN3275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/DSCN3275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took another three of these kind of multi-shot photos, can you imagine how many faces we made! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner after that with zah, val, tofu, yaya and syikin :D :D&lt;br /&gt;love you guys man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELL YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay i'm off to watch teeeveee now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gosh today's such a slack day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S. happy (belated) birthday chris lim! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114709985170635376?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114709985170635376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114709985170635376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114709985170635376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114709985170635376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-play-my-favourite-song-darling.html' title='oh play my favourite song, darling'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114701014861434212</id><published>2006-05-07T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T06:55:50.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may your smile shine on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/cheerleading%20alright%20=).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm moody or sad dance takes everything away, one reason's beacuse the training's rather intense and you really have no time to ponder why God made the sky blue or why that guy shouted Eureka instead of Hoohesha or Neerami; you always have to be conscious of your posture, whether or not your arm is lifted up the right way, whether your head's in the right direction, which muscle you should flex or relax, which count to jump or which count to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you dance, you feel the adrenaline rush and you get so excited that you forget what the feeling of excitement is. you're in your own world, your face is full of expressions that's constantly changing, and you want to embrace and treasure every moment of it because you know it's just too indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who watch you have eyebrows flying and saliva cascading down their lips, but you don't care because they're not part of the moment, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why dance takes everything away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114701014861434212?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114701014861434212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114701014861434212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114701014861434212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114701014861434212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-your-smile-shine-on.html' title='may your smile shine on'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114701042749406143</id><published>2006-05-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T07:00:27.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest</title><content type='html'>went shopping with mommy after church (: we managed to get the warehouse card 'cos ling yeeeeeyeee already spent $200 and we spent the rest. mom bought FOUR suits! i only managed to get a top and necklaces ):&lt;br /&gt;well we talked alot. school, boys, food, the works. i really love her, but i still can't stand the way she's so irritating at times, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised something today&lt;br /&gt;my mom still holds my hand when we cross the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114701042749406143?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114701042749406143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114701042749406143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114701042749406143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114701042749406143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/dearest.html' title='dearest'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114693086979541954</id><published>2006-05-06T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:54:29.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pull harder on the strings</title><content type='html'>first things, we finally have a new class blog! go check it out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kamasuthree.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://kamasuthree.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right i can't believe training was so early today. thank god it was though, cos it poured cats and dogs the moment we finished. came home after that and i slept for 4 hours straight [i was that tired], then headed for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;managed to catch andrea for dinner and i bought the OK! magazine. shit jessica alba is hottt and jessica simpson's so ugly even her mom looks better than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh uncle fred just came back from London and he bought loads of Quakers!!!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating too much.&lt;br /&gt;haha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S. it's polling day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114693086979541954?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114693086979541954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114693086979541954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114693086979541954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114693086979541954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/pull-harder-on-strings.html' title='pull harder on the strings'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114683971239848270</id><published>2006-05-05T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T07:35:12.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is flawed but these scars will heal</title><content type='html'>oh did you guys know that yesterday was 040506? like, four five six? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright so we had the chem test thingy today and miss ho nagged at us after that, as usual.. but somehow what she said today scared me. i know that i can do well if i put in the effort but i'm just too bloody lazy to do so. why man, why. and i didn't do as well as i expected for bio. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cc training today was lame but at the same time fun. i liked the water game :D but seriously, what's the point of giving us the cc training only now when we're not gonna be in it anymore next semester? ha.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val and i had to go down to bugis agaaaain to change yaya's slipper cos she couldn't fit into the one we bought her. waste my time.. hahahaha. anywhooo after dinner, we went to the esplanade for a while! and i really like that place. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val really likes pastamania!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20005.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time it's passion fruit instead of blackcurrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20007.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo tired my eyes're like half closed.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114683971239848270?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114683971239848270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114683971239848270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114683971239848270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114683971239848270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-is-flawed-but-these-scars-will.html' title='the world is flawed but these scars will heal'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114675032962954755</id><published>2006-05-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T06:50:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you thinking of me, cos i'm thinking of you</title><content type='html'>i heard &lt;strong&gt;panic! at the disco&lt;/strong&gt; on prefect10's &lt;em&gt;control&lt;/em&gt;!!! NOOOOOOO. i really hope they don't go mainstream! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i felt extremely tired at school today and i don't know why but i had so many incoming messages last night that i couldn't get to sleep early like what i planned to do! it's always like that isn't it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today was pretty good! but i felt really bad after the run ): probably cos of the food i ate for lunch. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;so we worked on technique! forehand and serve :D&lt;br /&gt;i can't serve for nuts now! like the ball just goes everywhere but the service box hahahahaha. thank god mr ang or the coaches weren't in like thaaat a bad mood so there wasn't much scolding or whatever not.&lt;br /&gt;and also, it's encouraging to see the team doing more things together and more willingly now. like taking the initiative to do/count warm up and warm down-s together.. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;this goes to show, prayer works. and so do pep talks ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i've been getting the same feeling these past few weeks and it really sucks ):&lt;br /&gt;i guess friendship problems has finally taken it's toll on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114675032962954755?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114675032962954755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114675032962954755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114675032962954755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114675032962954755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-you-thinking-of-me-cos-im-thinking.html' title='are you thinking of me, cos i&apos;m thinking of you'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114666411890051141</id><published>2006-05-03T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T06:48:38.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the cold comes crashing down</title><content type='html'>i feel : ) :&lt;br /&gt;[note the sad and happy faces]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED 15TH BIRTHDAY CLARE CHNG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time since i had a nice talk with you, i hope you've been doing really really fine! we'll meet up during june hols yeah!!!!!? God bless and take loads of care! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the film appreciation class was good.&lt;br /&gt;we caught snippets of &lt;em&gt;kung pow&lt;/em&gt;, some hilarious german film, &lt;em&gt;amelie&lt;/em&gt;(sp.), &lt;em&gt;blue velvet&lt;/em&gt; and some other french film. i think french films're nice because they're so full of colour!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jeremiah told us that some of us could stay back for a while to catch some parts of &lt;em&gt;the cell&lt;/em&gt; cos the art direction of that film's very good and stuff.. so esther, ben, josiah, hanjing, alvin and i did and GOSH. that show is like 21358032946509345%%%%% gory. eeeeeeeeee it's the kind of film that would make the hair at the back of your neck stand. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well jeremiah's &lt;u&gt;a while&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;turned out to be like 45 mins! so class ended at 11+ and after some talking and stuff we finally left! he says all of us could do a short film or something and that we should all meet up for coffee some time sooon to catch up! rocking. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhooo jeremiah offered to give me a ride home and i realised he's nice to talk to and funny haha. maybe only when he's not in a production i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was cancelled so it was lunch with tabi. pretty long time since we did something like this! and i miss her. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ithinkit'sjustme,tofeelthatourfriendshipisn'tthesameanymore.. )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's tennis tomorrow! coach qing says he'll be working on technique. damn i haven't been on court for soo long i hope i'm not too rusty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;): ): )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114666411890051141?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114666411890051141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114666411890051141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114666411890051141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114666411890051141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-cold-comes-crashing-down.html' title='when the cold comes crashing down'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114649371814729231</id><published>2006-05-01T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:28:38.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drugs or me - jimmy eat world</title><content type='html'>it's songs like these that really gets me all emotional and dazed. i like the feeling but sometimes it sinks in too much and it gets too depressing. but whatever it is, music still makes my world go round and i don't think i can live without it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right right so! some of us met up for the singing thingy today and it was fun! :D had sooo much for lunch i could barely walk after that. then we caught some dvds (cough cough cough) and i had to go for tuition ): apparently there was some controversy after val and i left S: well i hope everything's fine now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the amath ca tomorrow and gosh i really need to do well for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh oh! yvette, charmaine and i managed to drive by the haunted house in punggol after tuition and shit until now it's still like giving me goosebumps ): eeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream ice creaaaam ice cream!!!!!!!!! i think i'm eating too much but it's so damn nice! yuck i'm getting so fat worrrrrhhhhXXxzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S. HAPPY LABOUR DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114649371814729231?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114649371814729231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114649371814729231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114649371814729231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114649371814729231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/05/drugs-or-me-jimmy-eat-world.html' title='drugs or me - jimmy eat world'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114640922994559855</id><published>2006-04-30T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T08:00:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping dates and aching soles</title><content type='html'>went down to meet chermaine after church and it felt awesome going out with her again. (:&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around and bought many things! and dang was it tiring. but nevertheless fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh ooooooh :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh ooooh ooooooohhhh :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gathering for the class singing thingy tomorrow! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114640922994559855?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114640922994559855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114640922994559855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114640922994559855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114640922994559855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/shopping-dates-and-aching-soles.html' title='shopping dates and aching soles'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114636773133896507</id><published>2006-04-30T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:28:51.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the birthday girl is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SYAZANA BTE YAHYA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/eunice%20061.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/eunice%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i've decided to be nice and put the nicerrrr photos of you since there're like 21490843068 coughdisgustingcough photos of you in my camera! hahahaha. and you have like syikin and gita in 3 out of the 5 photos!! please be happy. (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY YAYA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[OHOH I KNOW YOU LIKE PURPLE! :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been a great friend and joker all this while, always entertaining people with your stupid jokes and actions. life would definitely be duller without you around. you can be so blunt and irritating at times but your egoistic self never fails to brighten up my day :DDD i really treasure the friendship we have and yes we'll stay friends forever ya????! have extra fun on this special day of yours, continue to study hard and stay SMART. (: love you bitch!! &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just had the tetanus immunization. eew i dislike needles ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right i'm off to church then it's cherrrrmmyy time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep my heart&lt;br /&gt;somewhere drugs don't go&lt;br /&gt;where the sunshine slows&lt;br /&gt;always keep me close&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114636773133896507?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114636773133896507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114636773133896507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114636773133896507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114636773133896507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-birthday-girl-is.html' title='and the birthday girl is..'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114632209447102842</id><published>2006-04-29T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:48:14.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NAME IS EARL</title><content type='html'>although this show doesn't have doctors or patients dressed in kinky outfits it so reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;scrubs&lt;/strong&gt;!! i like.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started on intermediate work for ballet today and gosh it's soooo dry and tough i don't like it! brings back memories of all the tiring ballet lessons we had while we were practising for inter-found. hopefully i'll grow to like it soon. and i cannot wait for the concert we're gonna put up this year! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to go for some doctor's check-up for the obs thingy tomorrow so i have to wake up early ): then it'll be morning service then i'll be going to meet chermaine after like 123094820965 years!!! i really miss her. and OHHHH, congrats to the tk softballers!!! good job done (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, i have ascertained that exercising does indeed release endorphins! at some point of the week i took increasing pains to quell the urge to spew forth really rude/snide remarks, and at some point i would just cry for no reason/because of friends. at some point old jokes (bad) kept replaying in my head and i could just feel the the cacophony of voices around me get tooo much to tolerate. and at some point i would feel like just screaming at anybody because i was feeling like avril lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;sooo running it was! sports sure did make me feel better. be it silly games/tennis/running/ballet/etc, all was good. and besides, it also helps you get rid of excess faaaaaattttt.&lt;br /&gt;and well i guess i really have to do something about my attitude and temper. i promise, i am making an effort to change although it's tough! haahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's back and the camo cream makes it look as if he's wearing eyeliner! and he contributed to my allowance (: not alot, but heck it's the thought that counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's sad to see what our friendship has become&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114632209447102842?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114632209447102842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114632209447102842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114632209447102842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114632209447102842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-name-is-earl.html' title='MY NAME IS EARL'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114623841858849365</id><published>2006-04-28T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T08:33:38.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a wonderful caricature of intimacy</title><content type='html'>dr william tan came to our school to give an &lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt; inspirational talk today. well he's darn talented, but i felt that he was sorta boasting in the later part of the presentation and i couldn't stand the way he yelled into the mike. other than that, i really admire him and yes i do feel inspired! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed the cc training today because of the speech day rehearsal S: well i heard it was quite boring, but the rehearsal was too so.. i guess it's the same. we finished quite early so zan accompanied me while waiting for val. thanks! heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo. went for dinner with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/ballet%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/ballet%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/ballet%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/ballet%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really like the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/ballet%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/ballet%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was of course, good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/ballet%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/ballet%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so was dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/ballet%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/ballet%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114623841858849365?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114623841858849365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114623841858849365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114623841858849365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114623841858849365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-wonderful-caricature-of-intimacy.html' title='what a wonderful caricature of intimacy'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114615073356112536</id><published>2006-04-27T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:12:13.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cannonball into the water</title><content type='html'>did quite a bit of physical for training today. well i think we're all getting the momentum back and it feels really good. (: at least it's not slack now and the coaches don't kill us with like 230810 sets of suicides or 1270934 rounds round the courts or lunges or whatever shit like how they did when we were in sec 1! those were horror man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised this morning that i can't go for vaunt at mos cos i'll be going for obs again! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooops the math test today was like ashhgwwwb;p[oiascijweijr?! easy, yet i didn't know how to do some of the questions ): contradicting, i know. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and time again i tell myself to try to get our friendship out of the pile of rocks it's fallen into but i just can't seem to. i don't care whether it's because i'm too sensitive or petty, but you made me sound like a liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114615073356112536?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114615073356112536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114615073356112536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114615073356112536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114615073356112536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/cannonball-into-water.html' title='cannonball into the water'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114606161665725658</id><published>2006-04-26T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T07:26:56.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>run it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tomorrow's the last test of the week, it's math and i hope everything goes well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;grillz by nelly's stuck in my head and it just makes you feel like you wanna go pimpin' round the world dawg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a little bit funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this feeling inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114606161665725658?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114606161665725658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114606161665725658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114606161665725658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114606161665725658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/run-it.html' title='run it'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114595727884656253</id><published>2006-04-25T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:27:58.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain outside my window pouring down</title><content type='html'>the weather yesterday was pretty bad, so we didn't get to hit much. we ran, and i am like how unfit now!?!! gotta start running again! well anyway, coach qing and coach richard took the opportunity to talk to us while it poured. hmm i guess we might be pretty different from the seniors back then.. but i'm sure we'll be able to shine and do the school proud like how they did because we have &lt;u&gt;our&lt;/u&gt; own.. outstanding qualities! haha. the seniors've already build up something for us and we shouldn't let it all go down the drain. let's all train hard and show the coaches and everyone else that we can do it alright (: tk tennis oh yeaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to have training but it rained, again. so i decided to head home! this's the first time in 32498043968098 days that i don't have anything on after school man. and i didn't have enough time to complete the bio paper today! ): i'm just hoping for a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chermaine&lt;/strong&gt; heeeyyy! cheer up okay it hurts me to see you so down! although we're in different classes now, just know that i'll always be there for you. well things like these happen.. i'm sure everything will be back to normal in no time. love you! HUGGGS (:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. hope the skittles was good HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114595727884656253?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114595727884656253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114595727884656253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114595727884656253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114595727884656253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/rain-outside-my-window-pouring-down.html' title='rain outside my window pouring down'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114579950681562081</id><published>2006-04-23T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T06:43:37.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bang bang shoot shoot</title><content type='html'>oh i forgot, there's also a chem test on chemical equations or something. that makes it 5 tests/cas this week. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well anywhoooo&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've sorta realised that life really is too short to worry or think about.. unhappy stuff. so this week shall be a new and good week! i'm gonna trrrrryyyy to be like how i was before and also to be as happy as i can from now on. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's the final bullet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to put our love to death&lt;br /&gt;our days are never coming back&lt;br /&gt;i know it's you i can forget&lt;br /&gt;bang bang shoot shoot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh this song's roccckkin' baby &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114579950681562081?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114579950681562081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114579950681562081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114579950681562081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114579950681562081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/bang-bang-shoot-shoot.html' title='bang bang shoot shoot'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114576987797169773</id><published>2006-04-22T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:24:37.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lift me up when i'm falling</title><content type='html'>okay i started the day off quite badly. well i think i'm putting too much pressure about &lt;u&gt;unnecessary&lt;/u&gt; things on myself.  ): it's pretty stupid. i really have to stop worrying about stupid things; things that don't even concern me! breakfast was bad. had a talk with dad after that and i felt really.. touched. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh there's four tests/cas this week?&lt;br /&gt;- amath st&lt;br /&gt;- emath st&lt;br /&gt;- emath ca&lt;br /&gt;- bio ca&lt;br /&gt;i've barely started studying.. S: go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think i've gone back to square one again in terms of my relationship with God. i tend to forget that he's the only constant thing that's been there since, forever. and i tend to forget how many time i've let him down.. it really sucks because i know i'm drawing away from Him and i'm not doing anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114576987797169773?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114576987797169773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114576987797169773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114576987797169773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114576987797169773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/lift-me-up-when-im-falling.html' title='lift me up when i&apos;m falling'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114572645221446766</id><published>2006-04-22T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:09:00.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>showercaps and black tutus</title><content type='html'>vjc dance concert just now. well it was pretty okay.. it would've been better if they were more coordinated. heh. the item put up by the male teachers was so funny! like there were 4 male teachers who wore SHOWER CAPS and BALLET SHOES and BLACK TIGHTS and BLACK "TUTUS" &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to dance to swan lake. (?!?!!!!!??) it was damn funny. i mean, shower caps and ballet just don't go together.. and some of them were like.. fat but they still didn't mind dressing like that! man, really spontaneous. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "trocks" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/male%20dancers%20edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/male%20dancers%20edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's beau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/Picture%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/Picture%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i told you this was killing me, would you stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114572645221446766?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114572645221446766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114572645221446766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114572645221446766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114572645221446766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/showercaps-and-black-tutus.html' title='showercaps and black tutus'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114567615387847059</id><published>2006-04-21T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:09:33.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>apart from mrs tiong playing the music at snail-speed today, i thought the ballet exam was good. it was only after we did our hair and waited outside the studio that i realised it was the last time we were gonna have an exam at our place. inter and all the other exams're gonna be at crown centre/somewhere else. well i thought it was quite sad..&lt;br /&gt;i figured that since it was the last grade exam i was gonna have, i would give it my best shot, if not i'd regret it for the rest of my life (almost the rest of my life). so i did, i gave as much expression and smiles that i could, and i must say i had fun. pretty scary dancing in the studio alone though, but with the encouragement from hannah, ferena, xueying, and all the smses.. not to mention God, all the fear just.. went away. i really hope i do well. it would be a great way to end off the grade exams. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam hannah, ferena and i stayed back to help miss pang. because there were other exams after us, we helped tie some of the girls' hair, pin the ribbons, got them ready and stuff. i love the pre-primary girls! they are just ADORABLE.. they're so full of energy, you never know when they'll scream or start jumping around! and when some of them came to hug me their hands were like round my thighs hahaha. (: well i felt really nostalgic somehow. it also hit me that i wouldn't mind being a ballet teacher when i grow up! and it would be just perfect if i marry a rich man :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was excused from school today but mdm azizan wanted me to go back to school to sit for the ss test ): so i did and i think i really screwed it up. why?&lt;br /&gt;1) according to mdm azizan, i was late. and i forgot to bring foolscap paper.&lt;br /&gt;2) they made me do it in the middle of the general office&lt;br /&gt;- IT WAS SO NOISY. so many people kept walking up and down, the printer/fax machine was like working the whole time, cellphones/office phone kept ringing, teachers kept shouting from one end of the place to the other.. i couldn't concentrate! bloody hell. the lady gave me an extra 5 mins but what's the point when i still couldn't concentrate during those extra minutes?&lt;br /&gt;3) the SBQ picture&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT THE PICTURE!? it's just 4 girls staring at the camera. wait, they weren't even looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike the school's security guard! i mean, he's doing a good job by making sure we're not playing truant and all BUT he didn't have to sound so freaking action right. i already told him i gave my excuse letter and i tried explaining to him sooo nicely but he kept saying "see see seeeee you have to report to the general office! don't explain anything to me explain to the general office!" after talking over the walkie talkie. soooo pissed. he wasted my time. ass. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a talk with tab yesterday during training hours (hahaha). and apparently lyn said that kong said something really disgusting! S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VJC dance concert tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i know i just can't stay, here in heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114567615387847059?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114567615387847059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114567615387847059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114567615387847059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114567615387847059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114546201807058512</id><published>2006-04-19T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:09:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss the stars with me</title><content type='html'>i reaaaally loveeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/kinder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/1600/kinder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1302/306/320/kinder1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! i finally got one from tofu today, rather than my dad. well it made about half my day. (: i dislike wednesdays. but i like the small naps tab and i have before tuition! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's emath and amath st tomorrow and i'm so not prepared ): i did so badly for the past two amath tests and i think that's really demoralised me man. and i really miss my old seat ): everytime i hear them talking and laughing i feel so left out and wish i was back there ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling really sucky lately, i'm not sure why, honestly. and you know what? i can't stand the way you lie, i can't stand you being two-faced. well yeah i know that you can really be kidding about some of the things you say at times, but sometimes i &lt;strong&gt;know &lt;/strong&gt;you're not and you're just saying you're kidding because a certain look was made at you. maybe i'm too sensitive, but i get really irritated when i hear you say some things or just by looking at you. as much as i think you give me a great listening ear and make me laugh, i think you should stop those lies of yours just to be "popular" or get "sympathy" because a small lie will lead to another lie, and another lie and another lie and another lie and before you know it, you'll have no more friends. this is gonna sound stupid but i'm really disappointed in myself for getting close to you in the first place. yes, we're still friends but i just hope i don't turn out to be a liar like you in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i'm gonna do so badly this term. my amath results've really demoralised me. ): why can't i seem to be consistent.. i'm not surprised if my L1R5's for this term's like 40. i reaaaally have to learn to manage my time properly ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the angels they burn inside for us &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and are we ever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are we ever gonna learn to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the devils they burn inside of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and are we ever gonna come back down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114546201807058512?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114546201807058512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114546201807058512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114546201807058512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114546201807058512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/kiss-stars-with-me.html' title='kiss the stars with me'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26395298.post-114536755722939273</id><published>2006-04-18T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T06:39:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the very first post!</title><content type='html'>this blog is FINALLY usable. i don't know what i did to it, somehow i thought it got.. spoilt! but i just realised that i've been logging in to the wrong account.. never mind, it's a long story. ANYWAY hello this is my very first post! haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite sucky. i'm still trying to get used to my new place. gets quite lonely at times.. everyone there's so quiet! except syikin that is. ha. ohhhhwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26395298-114536755722939273?l=scotchtaped.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/feeds/114536755722939273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26395298&amp;postID=114536755722939273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114536755722939273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26395298/posts/default/114536755722939273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scotchtaped.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-first-post.html' title='the very first post!'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13917702607056476226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
