<?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-16346935</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:41:18.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unabashed-morbidity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114266696531703363</id><published>2006-03-18T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:29:25.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>MOVED: green-lighted.blogspot.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114266696531703363?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114266696531703363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114266696531703363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114266696531703363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114266696531703363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114251112344304763</id><published>2006-03-16T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:12:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOWLING</title><content type='html'>Bowling today rocked! WHEE~! HAHA. It was indeed the highlight of my week. Michelle, Kim and I went bowling at Chinese Swimming Club and we stayed there for 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/1600/Picture%20015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/200/Picture%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A gutter ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/1600/Picture%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/200/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/1600/Picture%20014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/200/Picture%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The form! The style! That's definitely Michelle! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/1600/Picture%20016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/200/Picture%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Surprise, surprise. Another gutterball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/1600/Picture%20013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/200/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michelle's trying to act professional but failing miserably! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post the rest of the pictures so yeah, suffer until you see them. HAHAHA. Oh and Kim and Michelle and I saw Miss Nansi with another teacher at Starbucks. XP. Oh right, here it is, Beatrice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEATRICE TEO XIN YUE!! HAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114251112344304763?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114251112344304763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114251112344304763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114251112344304763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114251112344304763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/bowling.html' title='BOWLING'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114234627236364899</id><published>2006-03-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:24:32.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNLOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Love hurts, that's why I am hurting now. And it's not even love yet. And it hurts to know that you don't even think of me and you probably can't remember me. Do you know what I did cause of you? No..and you will never know. Cause I feel stupid and pathetic just thinking of it. And I am whining to two people. And only one knows you. I still don't want to cut the rope and let the memory of you go. Although that's the only sensible thing to do.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the soppy korean love story drama..although watching Lovers in Paris did start me off. I shall stop feeling all pathetic and dwelling in self-misery. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Granny's in the hospital again. And Mum's with her. And I miss Daddy. And I am wallowing in self-pity again. BLAH. Going bowling on Thursday with Kim and Michelle. HIGHLIGHT OF THE WEEK! OH RIGHT. And I got hit by the ball in VBall again..HAHAHA. So embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentions of the day: LYNETTECHUASILIN. bala. eran. glen. kim. zhenyi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114234627236364899?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114234627236364899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114234627236364899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114234627236364899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114234627236364899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/unloved.html' title='UNLOVED'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114230711023681208</id><published>2006-03-14T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:31:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>I think the only reason that people read my blog is to see their names in it. I just realised that I put in lots of random people's names. Oh well, I like reading my name in others' blogs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up three times. And now I feel like ranting about you. I think your name is the most frequent in my blogs, over a span of 5 years. Like Josh reminded me recently, when was the last time I had a proper conversation with you? Other than the small, meaningless, pointless smses. Forgot already? It was 2 years ago in Secondary 1 when I met you back at KHS. And it sucks knowing that you have forgotten about me. Is it time for me to cut the rope and let you go? There's always that (screwed up) saying that goes if you like someone, let them go. If it's meant to be, they'll come back. But I know, if I cut the rope, you will never be back. I will never think of you again and that's where it'll all end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like liking you because then, I get less self-consious. I don't give a damn what that cute guy over there is thinking of me cause I've got you. It doesn't matter even if you're 15km away and enjoying yourself without me. No, wait. It does. I just like liking you and I don't mind liking you still, even if it has started to suck. I think of the great times we had, and the simple words you said that would me make smile, even now, 5 years on. And because of you, I hate the word 'admire' cause it doesn't mean a freaking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got VBall training after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114230711023681208?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114230711023681208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114230711023681208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114230711023681208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114230711023681208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/you.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114225768597193099</id><published>2006-03-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:13:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told anyone how I freaking hate my IS? No? Okay, here it is: I FREAKING HATE MY IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WTH? There's almost no one I know in both my IS. For term 2, (THANK GAWD) I have Nicholas and Eran, who..oh right..is so intend on opting out. For term 3, I have Bala and Siva. I am not going to be mixing with Siva and Bala's probably going to leave me on my own to mix around with his friends. I hate school. 2 and a half hours is an awfully long time. Especially when you're on your own. At least in Term 2, I have Nich sweetie to sulk with. Have I ever said how much I appreciate Nich being there in the weirdest times to help me maintain my sanity? NICH RULES~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. I seriously also hope that my group in Term 2 won't be full of people that I find it difficult to work with. Oh..I am getting sick of talking about utterly miserable stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I kind of feel like writing one of those posts where you have the F word splashed all over. But I won't. Cause I have weird people like ERAN SIM (who keeps calling me 'man'. DUDE. I am a lady...XP) and Zhenyi (CHEAPO!) who make me laugh with their weird replies. LOVE people. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114225768597193099?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114225768597193099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114225768597193099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114225768597193099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114225768597193099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/is.html' title='IS'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114217510411455664</id><published>2006-03-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:51:44.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUPED?</title><content type='html'>I just feel like blogging again. BTW, those who actually read my blog, do tag so I know I am not talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next term, we will all be in different groups. I will miss Charlene and Zhenyi! They are the BESTEST group mates in the world! XP I am kind of nervous about the new groups and all. I mean, most of us like our groups and we're coping with the people who don't really put in much effort. And yet, for the new groups... I feel pressured. Like, will I get compared with the previous group members? Will my new group go, "Oh Julia is so bossy. She sucks, compared to XXX." Maybe I am just being paranoid but when you are as bored as me, your imagination starts to run riot. I guess I am one of the more self-consious people I know. And that sucks cause I always wanted to be the kind of girl with a devil-may-care attitude. They always seem more self-assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate knowing that I get really sensitive. The littlest thing can set me off and I get really uptight. OKAY. I know it's not the new year anymore, but since I broke my resolution of not drinking coffee, I shall make a new resolution: TO BE LESS SENSITIVE AND MORE OPEN-MINDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored now. I am talking to the wall and I have dao-ists all around me. BLAH. Now, I don't even feel like going bowling anymore. No one wants to go and that kind of sucks when you're in the mood and all hyped up about it. BLAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114217510411455664?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114217510411455664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114217510411455664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114217510411455664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114217510411455664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/grouped.html' title='GROUPED?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114216553017174031</id><published>2006-03-12T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:12:10.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNEXPECTED</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love it when you meet people you know whilst out shopping? Okay, maybe some of you don't. OKAY. FINE. Maybe most of you don't give a damn. BUT, yours truly happens to find it extremely fabulous and thrilling to meet people I know. HAHAHA. Today, I met NOT one, NOT two, NOT three... BUT five people I know! WHEE~! First, it was Charlene. And according to her twisted logic, I was 'eyeing her from afar'. HAHAHAHA. Then, I met Steven, a friend from church. Next, I met Beatrice sweetie! Then, I saw two other people who I know but don't talk to. One is Sophie from TK, and the other is Krystal from VBall. And this all happened in a, in my opinion, miserable, disgusting, minute, pathetic shopping centre by the name of Parkway Parade. The arcade is so incredibly, annoyingly small that the only worthwhile games are table hockey (which I so totally ROCK at! XP) and The Lost World. Oh right, and Time Crisis was not bad too. The rest were... CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched My Tutor Friend, a korean show, AGAIN! WHEE~! And I shall not piss the heck out of everyone by gushing about the Love of My Life Number..... erm... #101? HAHAHAHA. That reminds me! MY FIVE YEAR OLD CUTIE DID NOT GO FOR CLASS ON SAT! Crappy. I watched some people play BBall at the CC and I was thinking, "HMPH. My classmates can do that too!" HAHAHA. I am such a loyal person! HAHAHAHA. Oh and I am missing League of Extraordinary Gentlemen so that Josh can do his homework... BLAH. And I am BORED and no one's talking to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, ANYONE GOING FOR THE MATH TALK ON THURS WANT TO GO BOWLING AFTER THAT? PLEASE...???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114216553017174031?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114216553017174031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114216553017174031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114216553017174031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114216553017174031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/unexpected.html' title='UNEXPECTED'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114198655250401342</id><published>2006-03-10T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:29:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPETITIVE?</title><content type='html'>Okay. My blog looks screwed to me. Anyway, today was pretty cool. In the morning, I was walking to school when I realised that there was PE and I forgot about my PE shirt. Darn. Had to play bball in my black polo. Didn't really play well. Then, I had my elective which was the last lesson. It was pretty fun, watching the media clips and all. Next, I went to the LT for 15 mins to listen to the sharing session on the different electives. After that, Char, Kim and I went off to the area under LT 1 to support some ppl in the Market elective. In total, I drank TWO milo dinosaurs, ate 2 sticks of marshmellows, 3 jellies and a brownie. OW goes my stomach. I sat at the stairs stoning for a long while. Then Zhenyi, Kim and I went to the canteen so Zhenyi could eat lunch. And I stoned there too, while Kim did her overdue compo. Next, we headed off to the Sports Com where we met Beatrice, Joella and Isabelle. And I stoned there too, in the midst of talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm came and it was time for the Captain's Ball comp. I was kind of high then. XP. In our first game, we totally thrashed the other class, simply cause Charlene, Jimmy, Bala, Eran, Eastina, Joella, Krislyn played so well. The guys were all stylo mylo and they were nice enough to include the girls. THREE CHEERS! HAHAHA. We beat them 14-NIL. Beatrice and I were screaming ourselves silly cause we thought the class was so cool. HAHA. Then came the next game, which was against 2B. That just..SUCKED. Cause some people forgot that girls were playing too and were acting all stylo and failing horribly. He just earned the class' dislike. He kind of did a mini dance before he passed the ball. HAHAHA. Anyway, 1F played well! The score was 11-15, I think. It was a knock out game so we were out after that game. But some girls and the guys played 2A for fun. Charmaine's class! Oh yeah, 2B is Alister's class. HMPH. The finals were between 2B (DUH...) and 1B (DUH...). We were cheering against 2B and well, 1B lost in the end but they played well. I didn't know PengHo and Keith could play so well. And Clarence was like WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am all tired out and am kind of feeling crappy. YAWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114198655250401342?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114198655250401342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114198655250401342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114198655250401342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114198655250401342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/competitive.html' title='COMPETITIVE?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114189214065700423</id><published>2006-03-09T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:15:40.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114189214065700423?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114189214065700423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114189214065700423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114189214065700423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114189214065700423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/lovers.html' title='LOVERS'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114182116504039916</id><published>2006-03-08T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:32:45.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVES OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>I think that today was the best ever day I had at TJ so far! I mean, look at this: I talked to HIM [even though it was a completely pointless conversation], I actually found my elective interesting, I found a new Prince Charming [even though we said all of four sentences to each other but VHAREVER], and although I still have a fear of heights, I did 2/3 of the activities at the Adventure Tower! WHEE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make a fool out of myself though, praying so hard when I had to walk across a simple but STUPID log. But it was pretty cool, even whilst doing the Broken Bridge thing. Cause I kind of didn't know what to do in the middle of it but Isabelle just rocked. She helped me to the middle plank and let me go down first. THREE CHEERS FOR ISABELLE! XP. Oh and thanks to my belayer, Graham, for being a total cool dude whilst handling me. Not that he'll ever read this, but, it feels good to have a belayer you trust and who you know won't jerk the rope for the fun of it. SO, THREE CHEERS FOR HIM TOO! I like doing the Broken Bridge thing! It was cool.. Oh and THREE CHEERS FOR 1F for being so completely united and helping out with the ropes and all. I know this entire class is suffering from striped-asses and sore...ahem...jewels. My hands have rope burns and my ass feels lopsided. But I had fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we had fun in Civics too. Some of the presentations were really good but some were just plain...irrelavent. But oh well, at least they did have the courage to present. I laughed alot today too, which is good since I am pulling out from the depressing last few days. BTW, I LOVE MY CLASS. HAHAHA. I just keep thinking back to when I was up on the planks and I could hear and see people like Dawn, Girish, Charlene, Bala, Jimmy..etc just pulling the ropes for Isabelle and me. And when others were up and I tried my best to help out, and when people like Bala and Eran took over for me. And when I was doing the Tarzan Swing thing, and I could see Bala's small head looking up at me and I could hear people encouraging me. And when others were up that and we cheered for them together. And when Bala and Jimmy were trying to break the record for the climbing thing. And when Girish told me that the image of me helped him walk across the log, HAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh and he told me to think of him and I won't be scared. :) I just kept smiling on the way home and people must have thought I was plain weird. But VHARDEVER. Life's good, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114182116504039916?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114182116504039916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114182116504039916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114182116504039916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114182116504039916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/loves-of-my-life.html' title='LOVES OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114129028462496829</id><published>2006-03-02T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:04:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTIVES</title><content type='html'>Okay, after 5 days of fever with fluctuating temperatures, soaring into the higher regions of 39.5 and then, swooping down to the depths of 36.2., I have *drumroll* recovered! YAY. Haha. Except I passed the fever to my dear brother BUT he is already recovering so stop with all those evil looks. I still have a cough and my eternally blocked nose of course. I might just give tomorrow's Movie Mania a miss. I sleep much better in my own bed...matress anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I tidied up my study desk so it looks really nice now. It actually makes me want to work on it. HAHA. Anyway, today, I had my first Elective lesson. The topic, Media Matrix, itself is rather interesting actually. It's all about the influence of media, the power of media and things like censorship. BUT I absolutely abhorred the way the teacher drags the lesson from a treasured one hour period to a horendous two hour period. Talk about time illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the free time after the lesson and before we are allowed to leave is starting to jade me, and it has only been one day. We just sat around... doing nothing. Well, we did finish our Chemistry worksheet, which is due next Friday. I guess I'll do my Math Project and Physics Report tomorrow and over the weekend. Busybusybusy! I just feel like slacking now. Afterall, I did compile my History notes and complete my Chinese Compo. That's about enough work today. If I feel motivated to do anymore, which is highly impossible, I'll find some things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who smsed me and sorry to all these same people since I just about did not reply to any messages. There, I blogged. Oh right, I am supposed to blog about LYNETTECHUASILING. There, I did that too. I am getting to be an obedient girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114129028462496829?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114129028462496829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114129028462496829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114129028462496829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114129028462496829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/03/electives.html' title='ELECTIVES'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114051490821506946</id><published>2006-02-21T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:41:48.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUILTY</title><content type='html'>Since when did I start feeling guilty about being happy? Since a while back, I guess. I am having fun and enjoying every..well, most of the hours in school and yet, I feel guilty about not missing TKG more. I have friendships there that are going to last forever and yet...is there nothing I can do to help them? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was pretty mundane. I fell asleep before the school day even started. I heard some things about Dawn not being able to drive in Crazy Taxi, SOME people skipping PE again and ..other crap. I'm not really sure if I was dreaming. Oh well. Or maybe, I didn't even sleep at all. Anyway, Geog was boring. PE was FUN! WHEE~! The girls played BBall. I don't really know where the boys were. Anyway, I kept tossing the ball to Isabelle. Haha. Like some passing game. OH RIGHT. And Charlene's a really good player who makes clean shots everytime. ARGH. She and Kelly are so freaking good at every sport...! I was seriously bored during Chinese. I still have to think of something to talk about for my TEN minute talk. After Chinese was Chem, which was okay. Then, we had a free period for History which we spent sitting around doing absolutely nothing. Then I had attack of the gastrics and Kim and I went to BI to eat. We pigged out on sushi and Macs! Oh and when I reached home, I watched CSS again. CHARLENE, I SWEAR HE WAS SINGING TO ME. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114051490821506946?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114051490821506946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114051490821506946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114051490821506946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114051490821506946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/guilty.html' title='GUILTY'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114032243094258662</id><published>2006-02-19T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T12:13:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RoadRun</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Road Run Day. I got a call from Michelle and met Zhenyi and her at the Bakery to get Charlene's cake. We were debating between the berry one and the chocolate one. We gave Charlene a call and decided on the chocolate one. Then, Zhenyi, Charlene and I, together with other vballers, went to meet Mr Fung at the PE office. As students officials, I must say we slacked alot. We just stood in the sun and overheated, like some engine. I was part of a four-people human chain. Some chain, eh? At the end, Zhenyi, Charlene and I ran up to meet with the rest of the class. And I heard the guys' rendition of the school song upclose. Let's just say they can sing but they murder the song deliberately. XP. I wanted to watch The Pink Panther with Bala and Co! But I had to meet my family. :( Anyway, I think Gamma did okay overall. GO GAMMANIANS. Okay, that was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tampines Mall, I met lots of TJC-ians. Including Glen, PengHo and Keith! Glen didn't believe I play arcade games. Granted, I am not a pro at it but I do play it decently! They watch me display my powress at the Jurassic Park game. I think I almost knocked Glen's head off with the gun. HAHA. Met Alister and Kai Jie at the arcade too. Enjoyed myself alot. :) Then, I went to get a haircut. It looks the same, just neater, I guess... After that, I visited my mum's friend's shop and we did a little shopping there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at Aikido, my darling smiled at me with the brightest and cutest smile I had ever seen! My heart, stomach, lungs..etc soared out of the window! HAHAHAHAHAHA. Caught Kate and Leopold at night. I think Hugh Jackman's gorgeous. The perfect gentleman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to do today. My legs finally stopped aching in time for tomorrow's training. WHEE. Once again, I love school for who knows what reason. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLENE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114032243094258662?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114032243094258662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114032243094258662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114032243094258662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114032243094258662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/roadrun.html' title='RoadRun'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-114017615054764841</id><published>2006-02-17T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:35:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN IN THE SUN</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so fun. After school, Kim, Char, Zhenyi, Michelle, Xiuwen and I took a bus down to Siglap and ate at KFC. We stayed there for over 2 hours, talking about everything. From bitching about people [PORK!] to creepy ghost stories. Then there was volleyball after that. I felt so bad that I kind of separated Zhenyi from her friend. And I couldn't really hit the ball... Total embarrassment. BUT, I shall perserve and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know anyone from VBall since they all already have their own groups of friends. I feel like I am back in the first week after I transferred out from 1B. I felt lost and stupid, and rather pissed with the whole world. BUT then, I now feel so glad that I did transfer out. God gave me the opportunity to make more friends and I have made some whom I really can click with. There's good o'l KiNg, math genius Weezy, occasionally brain-dead [JKING!] CharNg, eternally spastic MiNg and cheena XTay. Okay, I made the last one up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to Isabelle for taking me to Prayer Meeting. I had fun and it refreshed me and got me ready for a new school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During school, Jimmy and Bala were teasing Kim about Elstan and her. And I, evilly, contributed. SORRY KIM. XP. And I accidentally dao-ed Bala after school. I didn't even know he used that word. Anyway, I hope Bala kicks BLAH's ass! GO BALA! Haha. Bala keeps teasing me about the whole bodyguard thing....SHEESH. My big secret is such a well-kept one that..OH, only just about the WHOLE class knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-114017615054764841?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/114017615054764841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=114017615054764841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114017615054764841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/114017615054764841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/fun-in-sun.html' title='FUN IN THE SUN'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113991926029704211</id><published>2006-02-14T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:14:20.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASHLEY!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY SWEETIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Okay, I had a pretty fun day! Geog was URGH. But the Guitar Club came and sang for Michelle! We dedicated a song to Charlene too but it never came... Sheesh. Anyway, PE was okay. I started out with Michelle, Zhenyi and Xiuwen. Then, I ended up running with GV and Michelle. I ran half and walked half. Bala, Eran, Jimmy and Elstan skipped PE AGAIN. And they were gloating... XP Plus, I learnt that Eran lives opposite me. That rich kid... So after that was break, followed by Chinese, Chemistry and then, History. For History, we did the presentation. I think my group did okay! CHEERS. I think I spoke too fast. I was trembling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Michelle, Zhenyi, Jennifer and I went to catch 'I Not Stupid Too'! My gawd. That show is so nice! Parents should really go watch it. Michelle thinks the two guys are cute. Blergh. I think Ashley is cuter! I cried when he cried.. @_@;; Then, we went to get Jennifer's CD and we went home. End of day. I am tired but I enjoyed today. Hope you all had a fantastic Valentine's Day too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113991926029704211?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113991926029704211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113991926029704211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113991926029704211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113991926029704211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/ashley.html' title='ASHLEY!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113958317148700252</id><published>2006-02-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:52:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>Have I ever professed my love for 1F? Well, here it is: I LOVE 1F! Hahahaha. I just really like being with my class. They make me smile even when I'm in the darkest of moods, and I feel at ease with them. Even if I am just talking to them online... I feel good. WHEE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started with PE, which I skipped thanks to my handy dandy MC! I was talking to Isabelle and Xiaowei. Then, we had break and after that was Math. After Math was Social Studies but we were given a free period! Which we were supposed to use productively. The 1F's definition of 'productively': Do whatever you like. And we did! We spent the period playing ICY TOWER! Hahaha. What an old pointless game. But we revived it and we played it for almost the entire period. Coco and Jimmy played on my tablet and got me access to the next level! Cause..I can't do it myself...And Eran was watching something on the tablet but I won't even attempt to guess what it is...what with all the weird sounds Dawn was making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was lunch. We ate in the canteen. Eran was queueing at the same stall as GV and me but we didn't know. SO we couldn't buy for him and the poor guy was stuck at the end of the queue. Then when we settled down to eat, Michelle and Zhenyi kept laughing about SMTH. Sheesh, not like I want it to happen! Bio was next and for once, we were early. So the girls were just sitting outside the lab playing lame games and telling lame jokes. Beatrice told one which was so hilarious, I kept laughing! Just thinking about it makes me laugh again. HAHAHA. 'SUPPLIES! SURPRISE!' Hahahahahaha. Don't get it? Ask Beatrice. You can ask me but I will probably laugh so much, I won't be able to string a sentence together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, after school, I went straight home. I took 229 with GV and met Michelle's friend, Daphne. On the way home, I saw Han Lyn and Tabitha. Right. That's all. I think. AND I can't go to sleep cause ZHENYI wants me up till midnight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND CHARLENE LEE GOT 8 FREAKING A1S FOR HER 'O'S AND SHE IS THIRD IN THE COHORT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113958317148700252?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113958317148700252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113958317148700252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113958317148700252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113958317148700252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113947497735937189</id><published>2006-02-09T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:49:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN</title><content type='html'>Oh great. I'm stuck in school cause it's raining. We've finished the Bio, and the History...more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the canteen with nothing to do. Took Clare to the sickbay during break. Didn't eat anything and got really hungry. LA was actually FUN! HAHAHAHA. I was lying on the carpeted floor in the NE room. And I was able to say something intelligent for once since I did SS and it has to do with the question 'Is Independence good?' or something like that.. Haha. Charlene and Kelly actually know stupid Fishball AKA Loo Xuan Chen. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOREDBOREDBORED. And SOMEONE is daoing me. Cause that SOMEONE is too busy playing stupid games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113947497735937189?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113947497735937189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113947497735937189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113947497735937189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113947497735937189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/rain.html' title='RAIN'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113943980450932837</id><published>2006-02-09T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T07:03:24.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW DAY</title><content type='html'>Kim's freaking me out. She's shouting about having 10 cents or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD sent me guardian angels last night, in the form of: Charlene, Glen, Zhenyi and Jimmy. Thanks for listening me crap about someone. Now, I'm too tired to even want to talk to him. Must live life the 'Glen' way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish some people will just grow up. This SOME is different from the forementioned SOMEONE. I hate going home at 6 everyday. But, I enjoy myself in school! When I am with ZY, Char, Kim, Michelle, Elstan..etc I find myself very hyper! And when I wake up in the morning, I kind of look forward to going to school. I reckon the only part I hate about school is my PDP. I can't handle 3 days of training a week! I'll die... Which reminds me, I have swimming tomorrow. I must, I shall, I will survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article about JC life bein tough. Man, that's the understatement of the year. And it's only the start! ARGH. It's 7.03 now and I need to pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113943980450932837?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113943980450932837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113943980450932837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113943980450932837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113943980450932837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-day.html' title='NEW DAY'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113939188520784383</id><published>2006-02-08T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:44:45.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNFUNFUN</title><content type='html'>Before I forget, I have a statement to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Chuk has an ugly, hideous and an eyesore of a desktop background. (I put this here in the hopes that he will NOT read this, and push my head again...I am not a child.... -_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, Cho is REALLY ugly. Only Cedric Diggory is cute... Oh and speaking of cute, I can't believe Charlene likes Andriano too! WHEE~! We were watching the CSS' MTV and Andriano looks so cute there... And Nich knows him! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm sitting here in the canteen, with an empty icecream cup next to me. Oh, that and Kim and Elstan. Michelle and Jennifer went to the toilet... And I am listening to Andriano! HAHAHA. I hope Zhenyi comes back soon. :( Oh and I also hope that more ppl will play Gunz! HAHAHAHA. I am super hyper again... Now to do Math...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Zhenyi is back! Now to do SS. The canteen's quiet... TOO quiet... Where's everyone? Oh and Kim's trying to pronounce a word.. And Michelle can't pronounce 'Colonialism' and 'Imperialism'! Just like me. HAHAHAHAHAA. Told ya I'm high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM zhenyi. julia will delete this. but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave it there in honor of WEE ZHENYI. HAHAHA. Valentino just dropped by and helped me with my Bio project. Thanks, Tino for always helping me with science stuff. BUT, Andriano is still cuter than JY or you. HAHAHAHAHHA. Just finished a survey for Allister about Superstition. Must remember to vote for him when..whatever comes or whatever. I realised that I usually stay in school until it's real late. I mean, I haven't been home before 4 in a long while. I love Andriano's Ai Ni Jiu Deng Yu Ai Zi Ji! It's been playing since 3. HAHAHAHHA. Even Tino realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that: I AM EXHAUSTED. OH AND I LIKE ANDRIANO TO BITS. HAHAHAHAH. Okay, don't mind me. Bala still calls me Julie.... DOT. Okay, I'm going back at 6. It' 5.43 now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113939188520784383?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113939188520784383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113939188520784383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113939188520784383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113939188520784383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/funfunfun.html' title='FUNFUNFUN'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113931766724972033</id><published>2006-02-07T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:07:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had a really weird dream. By now, Kim, Clare and Glen knows. Whoopee. The weirdness of me. But how can I even like him??? Sheesh. Shall just leave it as it is and let it rot. Glen thinks it's hilarious and he just keeps 'OMG'ing... Like I chose to dream about HIM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was pretty okay although Chem was so screwed. Don't even get me started on it. But then again, it was partly my fault. And History was okay. Nothing much. Oh! Eran's group for Geog was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDETRACK: Glen thinks it's hilarious. Cheryl Julia *** just doesn't cut it. And he put it on his nick... BUT, at least he thinks Kel and I make a good match! HAHA. Like he even remembers me.. BlahdeBlah...Sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen's making me laugh with all his weird OOC actions. And just to let him have more 'YAY's, I shall leave his name all over this entry. Since, he doesn't think I am a freak. Rare person... He's been a really good friend so he deserves a mention on my wonderful blog which NOONE reads. (I think Michelle's making me egoistical...Come to think of it...I always was!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Zhenyi, Charlene and Michelle rock! Since they put up with my hyperness after my disconcertedness... Oh and Marcus the OGL too...for actually listening to Michelle's lame jokes. Oh and Michelle's friend, Daphne, for sitting there and listening to me crap to anyone who would listen. Oh and Clare, for not laughing in my face. BUT, I would appreciate it if you didn't keep talking about the tons of Valentine's Day gifts you're going to get. Cause SOME people aren't so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dreading next Monday again... I hate it every year. I get really morbid on this day, especially last year when I wrote this depressing poem. I get emo on Valentine's... I think I am allergic to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113931766724972033?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113931766724972033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113931766724972033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113931766724972033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113931766724972033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/love_07.html' title='LOVE?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113911966381768196</id><published>2006-02-05T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:07:43.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework and Projects</title><content type='html'>Okay, I swear this is the first time I've worked so hard this year. I spent 3 hours on a 35marks History paper... And my hands are aching. But I have emerged from this... ordeal a little smarter about the Russian Revolution. Friday was abit hectic, especially with the Bio project, which we did quite alot on. YAY! We also have completed our Geog and Chemistry projects! Cookies for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening, I had a fabulous dinner at JH's house. We had fun talking about school, crushes..etc and we played with sparks! Or whatever you call them. Vanessa tied two to strings and swung them! It was WOW. Then JJ,Josh, ZT and JH tried. Josh singed his hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home pretty early and I went to the Doc to see him about my inflamed throat and I got some medicine and an MC for PE for a week. I don't mind missing group/mass PE but I really want to go for swimming. Well, not land training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. and GUNZ IS BACK! WHEE~! lOl. I played it after talking to Glen for awhile. We talked about crap...what else? In Gunz, I actually killed all the opponents during one round. How cool is that? Josh and I kept shouting 'POWER'! lOl. I love Gunz! We were called the Barcodes cause our nicks were  and everyone went, 'Wow. The barcodes are pro!' lOl. I know, cheap thrills but whatever. It's an ego booster. XP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113911966381768196?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113911966381768196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113911966381768196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113911966381768196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113911966381768196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/homework-and-projects.html' title='Homework and Projects'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113888204884334506</id><published>2006-02-02T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:11:40.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATED</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm really sorry to all those I was impatient with this afternoon and I apologise for complaining so much. I wasn't exactly in the best of moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's so hectic. There's Geog, SS, and Chem project due. And there's History Individual Assignment due to. And I have running and swimming tomorrow. Whee.... The only thing that's keeping my sane is watching weird TVB shows, with my favourite male nurse Sammul Chan! Oh and, Tino, I don't like like you, in the same way as I like like JY. So please don't think I like like you. Did that make sense? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning with Kim, Nich and Valentino at the study area near the scope. Then, we had chinese and Clare and Nich were shifted from our table to another because Nich was making a card and Clare was... cutting purple paper.... Like I said, I have weird friends. Then, there was LA and Math. I fell asleep during Math! Argh... I missed a pretty major part too. Luckily, I caught up. He makes me sleep... Then, there was Art! Mr Heng rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY! Mrs Gan-Toh is married to my current chinese teacher! I never made the connection between the Gans and all... DOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113888204884334506?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113888204884334506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113888204884334506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113888204884334506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113888204884334506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/02/frustrated.html' title='FRUSTRATED'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113860003091858109</id><published>2006-01-30T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:47:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Ok, I finally uploaded all 85 pictures from yesterday. It can be found here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missblik.shutterfly.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for certain pictures, you may have to view it one by one since the stupid slideshow thing is screwed up and I am too lazy to look for a better photo album site. If you know one, kindly tell me and release me from my anguish. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113860003091858109?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113860003091858109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113860003091858109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113860003091858109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113860003091858109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113854397891279910</id><published>2006-01-29T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:12:59.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2006</title><content type='html'>HEYHEY! Hope you all had a fab CNY like me! The day started out with my family going next door to Uncle Andrew's house to wish them a Happy Chinese New Year. I love the Foo's house! It's all wooden-y and zen-ish. We stayed for a while and then we headed off to Granny's house. At Granny's house, we ate and drank alot and collect Hongbaos! Then, we went to LaoYi's house next door. The fun only began after we left Granny's house in the evening and returned to LY's house. The house was packed, as usual. The Laws were there and all my other aunties and uncles. And being CHANCE, we went picture-happy and started snapping pictures of ourselves! Haha. The pictures are taking forever to upload so when it's done, I'll probably just paste the url here so you can go view it in an album. Tullah for tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113854397891279910?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113854397891279910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113854397891279910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113854397891279910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113854397891279910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-2006.html' title='CNY 2006'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113836607114683290</id><published>2006-01-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:47:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN</title><content type='html'>Today I enjoyed myself so much! It started with swimming training, which I actually went for on my own. I'm kind of glad I did cause I had fun! We did some simple drills and swam about 1.5km. It wasn't too tiring actually. I talked to Trixie and a CCHMS girl. Training ended about 9.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I rushed to TKGS to meet my friends. I saw Kelly, Charmaine and Meryl and waved to them from the classroom window, cause they were having lessons. Then, Kim and I went to the Third floor to look for 2e3ians. I was smiling so much when I met the Von, MC, Raine, Elc, Jessica, Liz, Debbie, Atiqah, Marissa, Farah...etc. Oh gawd. It felt so good to see them again. I love them! Haha. Then, I went off with Anqi to KHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I didn't have very high hopes for the 6/5 outing, since it didn't work out the last few times. I didn't get to see many teachers but I went to PP with Julian, Anqi, Michelle, Sinying and Shuhua. It was abit weird at first but then we went for steamboat and we talked about old times. Talk about nostalgia. I realised that I also really missed the times we had during our P5 and P6 years. Those were definitely the highlight of my 6 years in dear ol' KHS. We just laughed at the thought of dear MunWee's misadventures, Timothy Yap's impersonation of Sir Stamford, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found out Glen was at PP too! So, he went, with his friends, to look for me and I introduced the KongHwa-ians to him. I think they thought he was weird. Haha. Julia makes lots of weird friends. I've got gay friends, smart friends, funny friends, plain weird friends...etc. :) And I love them all. I can't wait to meet them again! Hopefully there will be others like Kel, Chin..etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to my short-term memory, I forgot my camera and didn't have anything but memories of the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113836607114683290?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113836607114683290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113836607114683290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113836607114683290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113836607114683290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun_27.html' title='FUN'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113827761240821166</id><published>2006-01-26T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:13:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed?</title><content type='html'>OK. so today started out fine, but ended on really bad note. We were having fun, dying our hair and avoiding being creamed and it had to happened. Sheesh. Hope Eran's fine. Anyway, I got really pissed at someone I shouldn't have been pissed at, cause basically, I don't even have the right to. I mean, the more I know about him, the more I don't know him. If you get what I mean. Which most likely you don't so forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if anything fun happened today. Oh right, I dyed my fringe red, but you'll never see it cause I washed it off already. And my forehead was red, like I got into a fight or something. And Glen actually believed Kim and I when we pretended that Ernest had hit me. lOl. As if I would let him hit me. And Girish is a LIAR. That silly boy didn't even dye his hair although I dyed mine. :( Oh and the only picture I have of the whole day is one of Ernest being creamed. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I think I'll fail my LA test since I realised that my book is different from the book the school is using. BLAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113827761240821166?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113827761240821166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113827761240821166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113827761240821166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113827761240821166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/screwed.html' title='Screwed?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113810450646480728</id><published>2006-01-24T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:08:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSBLIK</title><content type='html'>I just watched an episode of Naruto. It's so exciting! Naruto VS Sasuke! I really really want the VCD to come out now! I've been waiting for the next volume since September last year! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a pretty fun day. It started out with Geog which frankly speaking, wasn't really fun. Next was PE. I ran abit but I was waiting for Zhenyi,so I sprinted, stopped, sprinted, stop. My timing was 16 something, which is pretty pathetic. But at least, I ran up 3/4 of the slope. After break was Chinese. Which was also pretty boring. Next was Chemistry, which was freaking fun! We bounced balls off the audi walls and Siva was catching them in a really weird way. It is supposedly the 'Cricket' way. Anyway, we had lots of fun! We were all laughing really badly. I really enjoyed myself. Next was History and after that was lunch. Didn't really do anything after lunch cause the Hub's internet was down and the Library's comps are screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So I decided that on Thursday,  I shall dye my hair red in the name of charity...and vanity. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113810450646480728?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113810450646480728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113810450646480728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113810450646480728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113810450646480728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/missblik.html' title='MISSBLIK'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113801314976893510</id><published>2006-01-23T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:45:49.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blergh</title><content type='html'>Okay, the day was not too bad. I had LA first and we did  some Autobiography stuff. Next was break, which I spent with Kim, Nich and Hongyi. We walked to the field so Nich could sing without anyone asking him to shush it. And I felt an urge to mass dance but no one wanted to dance with me... After break,we had History, Math and Geog. Mr Elwin can get pretty freaky when he gets pissed. Oh yeah and Jimmy and Elstan were nice enough to help me carry my files. after break. So we had lunch after Geog. I ate with Elstan, Kim, XW and HY. After that was History makeup and after that was the Math seminar again! Nearly died of boredom. I was laughing at random things and Kim and I revised our Chinese spelling. I skipped swimming training for the third time again, because my cough's not entirely recovered. Guess it's cause I didn't bring my jacket today. I was freezing in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113801314976893510?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113801314976893510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113801314976893510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113801314976893510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113801314976893510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/blergh.html' title='Blergh'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113792104192370674</id><published>2006-01-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T17:10:41.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warded</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my granny was warded this afternoon, at CGH. I spent the whole afternoon there, so thanks to Elstan, Kim and Nich who talked to me. :) Oh and sorry to Elstan for scaring you with the Chem Project thing. XP Hopefully Isabelle can amke it tomorrow since I don't think XW's going anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if anyone wants to read a short paragraph praising yours truly, then go to Lynette's blog (under TKG 2E3), and read it. :)) And I am so proud of the testimonial I wrote for my sis, so drop by friendster and read it. Oh cool, the two 'read it's are aligned. Ok, nvm. That was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's pretty hectic. I have History makeup, Math Seminar and training after school. I think the only good thing is that I have a long break in the morning. Must remember to rub it in to Xiuwen tomorrow. XP Oh, we're getting our tablet pcs!!! WHEE~! And the TK girls are off to OBS, if I'm not wrong. I can't wait to see them! Maybe I'll drop by KHS too. I intend on wearing my TJC uniform with the tie. Have I told anyone that I love the tie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113792104192370674?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113792104192370674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113792104192370674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113792104192370674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113792104192370674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/warded.html' title='Warded'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113774902985378442</id><published>2006-01-20T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:47:02.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Life</title><content type='html'>My mood today is a complete 360 degrees turn from yesterday. I think I was hyper... I skipped PE. Thank goodness cause they ran all the way to Lucky Heights. Then it was break and after that was double math. I am so screwed. I have no idea what Mr Lim is talking about. Plus, double math isn't exactly my idea of fun... After math was Social Studies. 1F is really behind the other classes in History/SS. So Mr See changed today's lesson to History and we got our projects. Then, we had lunch! The usual people went to the same place to eat Western at my request! I tried the fish&amp;chips this time. It's not bad but I think I overate, cause I felt really full. Next was, I think, the Highlight of the day! Double Bio! Miss Lim rocks! We did cheek cells and onion cells today. Siva was being a major ass. He made me do everything and called me his slave. The stupid fellow even made my paper stink of onions.... And he made me carry the microscope back. Some people are just so ungentlemanly. Even Jimmy, Elstan and I think Eran carried the microscope back for their groups... Oh and Bala didn't come. :( Not that the class was much quieter without him. I heard he sprained his ankle. But that's a really.... lame (PUN!) excuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Elstan sent me the class photos but I look really bad in it... So I'm just going to post the one which I think I look better in. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="469" src="http://h1.ripway.com/ladeeofthestreets/1Fedit.jpg" width="651" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. 1F06. :) For a clearer picture: &lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/ladeeofthestreets/1Fedit.jpg"&gt;http://h1.ripway.com/ladeeofthestreets/1Fedit.jpg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113774902985378442?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113774902985378442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113774902985378442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113774902985378442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113774902985378442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/loving-life.html' title='Loving Life'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113766416422000225</id><published>2006-01-19T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:49:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replaced</title><content type='html'>Today, I was in a really horrid mood. Firstly, I felt sick to the stomach and secondly,... Well, something unpleasant happened. Anyway, so I was complaining to Kim and getting people to feel my forehead. At least some people could tell that I was not feeling too good. Unlike someone... HINT: The person who dao-ed me the entire day and who behaves like we aren't even friends anymore. Then, it was Chinese. I used to look forward to Chinese because I got to be with 1B. But then, I realise that I feel like a stranger among them. The people I used to talk to, now don't even talk to me. Then I got singled out by the teacher just because Nich ask if there was still one more hour to go... sheesh. After that was break. And then there was Language Arts. At first I thought it would really suck but it was rather fun. It lifted my moods. I really feel at home with 1F. I love my class! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some essay in LA, then Mr Lim came for Math and after that, I met my Art teacher. His name is Mr Heng and he's so funny! He reminds Kim of Valentino. I ate lunch with Kim, Charlene, Michelle and ZhenYi. Next, we went up to the Hub where Char, ZY and I started our Geog. I think most of 1F was there. There was XiaoWei, Michelle, Girish, Char, ZY, Me, Kim, Elstan, Jennifer, Bala, Coco, Beatrice, GV, Krislyn and Xinci. I think. Anyway, Eran made a grand entrance at what? 4pm? Beatrice was abit pissed at first, I think. I mean, he went to Long John's to eat with Jimmy. Oh and some 1B people were there too. Including the fore-mentioned person... Who kept telling us to keep quiet. Char, ZY and I were laughing about the script. Even the teacher came to tell us to keep it down... sheesh. Anyway, after that Char and ZY had to go for Volleyball so Kim and I walked to BI and talked again. Then I took 24 home. I think the people thought I was crazy cause I was smiling to myself. I just thought that we had a pretty nice day! Even though it started out crappy. Siva's such a good sport. Oh BTW, he apologised for not being there. So unexpected... but it's not like we blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I lost friends and I gain some. Does that make it equal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113766416422000225?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113766416422000225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113766416422000225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113766416422000225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113766416422000225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/replaced.html' title='Replaced'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113757443746482674</id><published>2006-01-18T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:53:57.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Week</title><content type='html'>It's already the third week of school. How time flies. It's also been about two weeks since I left 1B for 1F. I've settled in and made new friends. Like my lunch buddies; Michelle, ZhenYi, Charlene, XiuWen and of course, Kim. Oh and Siva, Elstan, Beatrice, GV....etc. I like 1F, not everyone of course. There's only one person I can't stand and well, that's already quite a feat. I find myself drawing apart from 1B. I know it's supposed to be that way but still... I mean, now, I only talk to Nich and Hongyi on a regular basis. Occasionally, there's Shy, Clare, Ernest and Glen. I'd like to have lunch with them but they have their own friends who they are probably closer to. I guess it's better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 1F was late for the TASC Dialogue. We all got really confused because Mr Lim said something about LT4 so we all went to LT4, happily thinking that we were early. And we sat there for ten minutes before Kim found out from Hongyi that we were supposed to be in LT2. So we rushed there and Kumaran ushered us in, quickly. I think the SC was quite pissed. Anyway, Siva and Girish were just sitting there, watching us walk in. I can't believe that only the two of them knew where we were supposed to go. So we sat down, and listened to other people giving feedback about the school and 'O' Night. Then, Beatrice and Joella mentioned the missing History posters incident and it turns out that all the classes had their History Posters taken away by the JC1s. I found it hilarious. I mean, History Posters??? Oh right, and it turns out that both Elstan and XiuWen are also skipping Swimming today... And I am trying to get Allister to join swimming too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113757443746482674?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113757443746482674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113757443746482674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113757443746482674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113757443746482674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/third-week.html' title='Third Week'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113748550711592913</id><published>2006-01-17T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:11:47.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>Ok, first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datelines:&lt;br /&gt;1. Math Project: 270306&lt;br /&gt;2. Geography Project: 060206&lt;br /&gt;3. History Project: 270106&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. There are so many projects to complete! Anyway, I had my first swimming training yesterday. Let's just say I almost died. Warmup was 2 rounds around the track, then we did Circuit Training for almost 2 hours. Lastly, we did the Caterpillar Run across the track. It was supposed to be 4 rounds but XiuWen and I dropped out after two. Sheesh. Elstan's almost as pathetic! Haha. I think I am the most unfit person in the entire team. My whole body's aching. Especially since we had to run for today's PE. Actually, I kind of run, walk, stop, walk, stop, walk, walk, run, stop. Well, you get the idea. I didn't want to run so I just strolled with Dinie and XiuWen. And we weren't even last! Not bad, eh? BTW, I still hate running. There's Swimming Training tomorrow again. This time, it's not land training but I don't think it will be any better. There's also training on Friday... I don't have any time for myself! ARGH! I wish more people I knew were in Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. And for the first time in my entire schooling life, I was late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113748550711592913?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113748550711592913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113748550711592913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113748550711592913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113748550711592913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113714359303103235</id><published>2006-01-13T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:13:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIM</title><content type='html'>I think I got into the TJC Swim Team! WHEE~! There may be another trial but I think I should be able to make it. Thanks to Isabelle, Beatrice and Joella for staying with me. Especially, Isabelle who gave me more ocnfidence and helped me cut the queue to the toilet... XP. It was quite fun swimming again, but I realised how long it has been since I really swam. The last time I swam up to a standard was in P4 when I still had training and they timed us and all. The last time I swam was... in what? September? The minute I got out of the pool after the second round, I nearly fell. My legs hurt so bad. My freestyle speed was okay, not good enough but my backstroke sucked big time. I need more practice... I got exhausted after awhile. I like swimming! I noticed Hongyi but not Glenn, who also made it to Advanced. So many people didn't want to join the team and there was more JC1s than IPs. Then, we got changed, and walked back to school with Glenn, Hongyi and ChangLong, whom we met on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late 10mins for Mr Lim's class. Almost all the girls were. Math was pretty okay and I solved the problems with Zhenyi. Then, it was Social Studies. Mr Irwin See rules! He's so freaking cool! He came from Oxford, speaks super fast and he makes me laugh alot. He teaches me History too. His lessons were really interesting. Then came lunch. I ate with Kim, Charlene, Michelle, XiuWen, Zhengyi and XiaoWei. We ate at the food center opposite the one we usually ate at. The food was not bad but took so long to prepare. After lunch was Double Bio. The teacher's pretty cool. Miss Lim. I sat with Siva aka Bitter Balls aka Persistent,Wise and Knowledgable Buddha/Spiderman. He was checking on some cricket thing while the teacher was talking. But then again, he's really smart. The lesson was on Cell Structure and I totally forgot about it....Sheesh. Have to relearn my basics. Can't lose to Siva. We named our groups and the names were all really weird like, 'Har Gao', 'Char Siew Bao', 'Siew Mai', 'Dumplings', '4 Bimbos' and 'MapleBound Addicts'. Bala is in the 4 Bimbos group and he's been dubbed the King of Bimbos... Lol. I'm in the 'Siew Mai' group. Don't ask me why. We were going to name ourselves Protons, Neutrons and Electrons. After Jimmy's alter ego, Jimmy Neutron. But in the end, the theme was changed to Dimsum. And as CoCo put it, we're the DimSum Dollies.. Haha. It was a pretty fun day. And it ended with me having drinks with Kim, Ernest and Glenn. Who kept calling us 'Peng You', not that I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW, Clare, it's not like you mentioned me in your blog! Fine. CLARECLARECLARECLARECLARECLARECLARECLARECLARECLARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113714359303103235?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113714359303103235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113714359303103235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113714359303103235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113714359303103235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/swim.html' title='SWIM'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113680077929391948</id><published>2006-01-09T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:59:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado about Nothing</title><content type='html'>Argh! I am so busy/bored today. Firstly, in the morning, I accidentally caused Ernest to miss his stop. SORRY. And he called to scold me but I didn't pick up. SORRY AGAIN. Then, we had workshops. I was grouped with Eran, Jimmy, Dawn and Eastina. Mr Bala was in charge of my class. It was so funny cause Jimmy was trying to call Bala, as in my classmate, but Mr Bala answered and...yea. Then Jimmy made a comment about the rain and Mr Bala answered with a totally irrelavent answer. We did some drawing and magazine cutouts. After that we had lunch. I ate lunch with Michelle, Xiuwen, ZhenYi, Charlene, Kim, Hongyi, Nicholas and Allister. So nice of Allister to take lunch with us! Anyway the two groups didn't really talk and Ernest didn't want to eat with them and... sigh. Shy, I am so sorry. I didn't know you feel that way. SORRY. And Clare was talking to me and I only half-understood cause she was babbling so bad. Then, we had more workshops. I was regrouped with Coco, Jennifer, Bala, Eran, GV, ZhenYi, Joella and Isabelle. It was quite fun with them but the instructor was really boring. We played soem games and I kind of enjoyed it. 1B was dismissed half an hour earlier than 1F. Nich didn't know how to get home so I was giving him instructions and got wet and nearly missed my bus and caught a cold and my feet hurt from walking so fast. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am having Chinese with 1B!!!! WHEE~! And on Mondays, I am free from 8.45-10.15!!! I must make dates with Nich, Ernest and HY to meet up when we share free periods. Long day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113680077929391948?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113680077929391948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113680077929391948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113680077929391948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113680077929391948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much Ado about Nothing'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113668201292390892</id><published>2006-01-08T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T09:00:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>I haven't been talking to my old friends for so long. Even Kay. I tried calling you last night, but you were at a campfire. I'll try calling you again tonight. To MC, Net,Elc,Von,Raine: I miss you guys so much! All the crazy things we did... like eating at Caltex and causing a rice sack collapse. And, waving to VS guys from the top of another bus! Haha. Well, we had so many special moments together and I just wanna say that I bloody love and miss you guys! Since the clique is so widely separated, we'll all have new friends eventually. But a friendship built over two years ain't going to disappear overnight, so Kim, Shy and I will return to TK sometime during CNY, I think. I shall try to inculcate the TJ Spirit in you guys, so you must join us at TJC after Os, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1F is going to treat our OGLs to pizza! Whoo~! I think 1F is quite cool, too. But I reckon the boys and girls should mix more. If not, there's no diff from a single sex school... Someone pointed out that I make friends easier with boys. Maybe it's cause they are less complicated! I just realised how much I miss being in a mixed school. But I miss TKG too, for some reasons. Some guys can be very enthu and funny, and tell lots of really really lame jokes... *hint*. And there are people who play Rakion! Hahahaha. Hongyi, I don't dare to play FEAR. Too creepy... Try to play gunz, ok? It's fun! Seriously. Better than Rakion... XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made some new friends in 1F like Xiuwen, Charlene and Michelle, who tells lame jokes and plays maple! lOl. I shall start mapling again. I talked to some others like Jennifer,Beatrice, Xinci, Jimmy, Bala...etc. But, can't really consider friends yet, cause we didn't talk much. Yesterday, I was too lazy to update about O night. It was fun! Especially since I found out TJ has lots of naturally gay guys! Hahaha. Elc, you will love them! Ernest was so sporting to wear a halter and a flowery skirt! Everyone was cheering for the 'chiobu'. Hahaha. I think Girish is very funny too. He doesn't look the type but he's hilarious. I like his fight scene with Beatrice. Bala's 'cool' look is also very hilarious. I am starting to like 1F but I don't have many friends there. Ok, shall try harder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Nicholas can sing and rap! I'm trying to get him to sing 'Aaron Carter's Do You Remember?' for me. He says he only sings songs by female singers. BUT, Aaron Carter's half girl anyway. He's a major wimp. So, not much difference. Jesse McCartney too. Ernest introduced me to a group called Il Divo. Theyare really good. But Michael Buble and Jamie Cullum rule!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the ultimate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's automatic i'm sure of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;no lie so don't even try, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;to tell me that you're not the guy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cos i've been waiting all my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;for someone just like you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the ultimate, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113668201292390892?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113668201292390892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113668201292390892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113668201292390892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113668201292390892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113655815400747701</id><published>2006-01-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:35:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a 1F-er</title><content type='html'>Okay, for those who don't know. Kim, Dawn and I got transferred to 1F. At first, it really sucked because I was so extra there. Then, after praying and lots of help from OGLs and Huimin, it got better. Now, I am even friends with some girls and some boys. Not bad? But I still really miss 1B. I found my new bestfriends in there; Nicholas and Ernest. Of course, Kim, Shy, Clare and Hongyi are included too. The boys are really nice and 1B was actually very bonded. But I don't know what happened and they kind of 'unbonded'. Which is really sad. Thanks to Ernest and Nicholas for sms-ing me so much! I would have died of boredom otherwise. And Hongyi too. I miss 1B but 1F is okay too, I guess. I think some people aren't very happy with me for still eating lunch with 1B but I go there to eat with my friends, not with my 'class'. Oh well, can't please everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113655815400747701?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113655815400747701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113655815400747701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113655815400747701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113655815400747701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-as-1f-er.html' title='Life as a 1F-er'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113608592110466387</id><published>2006-01-01T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:25:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! This New Year's morning, I am sitting in front of the computer and not in church because I overslept. I was up late watching Hollowman and the Countdown. The Countdown was seriously disappointing. I mean, who wants to watch 15mins of fireworks? Plus, there were only two performances. One by Tanya Chua, where no one danced, or moved except her. The other was by Fann Wong, where only stray hands could be seen waving along. Some Countdown. May I add that a certain host had left all her manners at home and kept talking, shutting out her other host. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Okay. Update about my Orientation at TJC and my new class. Firstly, I think my class rocks! When there aren't people fighting to get their voices heard anyway. Let's see if how many people I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claudia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pei Yi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joanne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rimiko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samantha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(8 TKGIANS BTW)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peng Ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas K&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chang Long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ernest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 7 more.... (mostly from VS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XP. Okay, not the greatest memory in the world. Being back in a mixed school takes some getting used to. So our OGLs are Alistir (sp?), Kia Jie and Charmaine. They are quite enthu and I like them. So, we played some games and Kim and I accidentally sabo-ed Ernest. He had to do a forfeit on top of another he did earlier. So the forfeits were like 'write your name with your butt', 'some titanic stuff' and 'pole dance'. TJ people really like doing Pole Dances. Claudia had to do one upstage with PH, which was really funny. Then, for lunch, we had Chicken Rice. After that, we played some College Trivia, more games, a mini Amazing Race...etc. And guess what? 1B (my class) WON!!! WHEE~! lOl. We got the highest score. Not bad, eh? Oh and I saw Chua Ying Xuan, my Primary 3 classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss 2e3'05, though. XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year Resoultions:&lt;br /&gt;-Be a Godly child&lt;br /&gt;-Attend Church more often&lt;br /&gt;-Not take any more coffee (gags)&lt;br /&gt;-Do well in IP&lt;br /&gt;-Be a more decent person than I was during Orientation&lt;br /&gt;-Be more enthu... o_0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all. Have a great New Year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113608592110466387?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113608592110466387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113608592110466387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113608592110466387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113608592110466387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113567374621712886</id><published>2005-12-27T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T16:55:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Today's work was fun. Alvin, SiXuan, Ting and I played badminton. Alvin was supposedly a world-class player but he sucked.XP Anyway, when Alvin and I played against each other, we lost three shuttlecocks and Alvin left his racket up on the parapet while trying to get them. Oh and there were these two idiots who were so disgustingly rude. One kept demanding the nametags he ordered and then, wanted a specific date he could collect. How would we know? And he kept saying we were 'asking nonsense questions'. Kai Ma replied that he was 'giving nonsense answers'. And this... BEEP lady insisted on a specific date also for her books. HELLO? She just ordered the books today. This ain't no FedEx crap. Her argument mainly consisted of 'Come on lar. I am doing business too." and "In business, talk is cheap. It must be in black and white." And Alvin told her she should have come earlier in the holidays and she gave the pathetic excuse that her son told her we were only selling these few days. So, Alvin told her that it was at the back of the booklist, 'in black and white'. Man, you should have seen her face. After that, she stormed off and we all started laughing. Man, the bitches you see nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Orientation Day. Kim's meeting Shy so I guess I'll go alone. Sigh. Wish I have some friends in my class. *crosses fingers* I also realised that during the holidays, I tend to drift away from my classmates. Let me see, I have only talked to Kim once or twice, Peebs once or twice and Shy, just now. I am such a pathetic friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113567374621712886?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113567374621712886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113567374621712886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113567374621712886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113567374621712886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/12/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113547173356838341</id><published>2005-12-25T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T08:48:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE! We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are having a fantastic Christmas so far! I'm freezing my ass off since it's raining here. My finger are practically numb which is why I woke up so early even though church starts at 10. Last night, I opened my Christmas presents! (CUE: CHEER) Whee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My List of Christmas Presents:&lt;br /&gt;1. Digital Camera- Daddy&lt;br /&gt;2. Rusty Wallet- Charlene &amp; Josh&lt;br /&gt;3. Rusty Pencilcase- Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;4. Memoirs of the Geisha- Mummy&lt;br /&gt;5. Organizer- Mummy &amp; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;6. Oceanus Shower Gel- Mummy&lt;br /&gt;7. Belts from Esprit- Mummy&lt;br /&gt;8. OP Bag- Aunty Catherine&lt;br /&gt;9. Bracelet- Aunty PH&lt;br /&gt;10. Body Lotion- Aunty Doris&lt;br /&gt;11. Photo Album- Aunty Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the digicam I wanted, a new wallet and pencilcase to usher in the new year and my favourite BS soap! I took a picture of all my gifts and I shall upload it later when I have taken more pictures. Have I told you I love my digicam? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fab! We had this humungous dinner at Lao Yi's place. There was Lao Yi's delicious curry, Aunt Alice's salad,  Vanessa's Baked Potato, Beehoon, Turkey, Ham, German Knuckles! And for dessert, there was the usual cut fruits, agar, canned fruits and fruit cake! And for drinks, we had SPARKLING GRAPE JUICE!!! I like that, in case you didn't realise. HAHAHAHA. I ate so much, I thought I was going to burst. I'm getting to be the size of a pig myself... sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Josh and I talked to Simon. I like talking to him. We talked about the Exorcism of Emily Rose, Narnia and God, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bathe now. Tullah and Blessed Christmas, ya'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113547173356838341?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113547173356838341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113547173356838341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113547173356838341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113547173356838341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113533208918894365</id><published>2005-12-23T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T18:10:12.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever You Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you wanna give up, and your hearts about to break,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember that you're perfect, God makes no mistakes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Welcome to Wherever You Are; Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first: I changed my email to &lt;a href="mailto:Lee-WLCJ@hotmail.com"&gt;Lee-WLCJ@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I would probably already have added you to my new msn messenger, but if I haven't, do add me. Thanks! Today, it wasn't really busy at the bookshop. CJ and I just sat around, read SmashHits, and acted crazy. As usual. Oh, and I ate Char Kueh Tiao today! It was delish, but Alvin wasn't there to eat the cockles for me. CJ ate Cai Fan. Oh, and in the morning, CJ and I went to the JYPS Basketball Court to 'shoot some hoops'. And I was pretty rusty at first but then I managed to get most balls in! WOO. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'Cheaper By the Dozen' which was really cute. I like Jake! He's this skater dude in the show and he's so funny. CJ called me a paedophile. Blah. She likes him too. Oh, and I like Sarah Baker too. Right, and I caught Blink 182's All the Small Things MTV. It's  HILARIOUS. I know it's old and passe. I keep watching things which are yesterday's news.... Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the picture below to see something I made a while ago. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/leewlcj/effectsthinkingofyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/leewlcj/thinkingofyouhead.jpg" border="0" width="352" height="95" alt="thinking of you"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113533208918894365?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113533208918894365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113533208918894365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113533208918894365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113533208918894365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/12/wherever-you-are.html' title='Wherever You Are...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113500172371872828</id><published>2005-12-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:15:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still learning to deal with rejection and disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CACSS was waaay good! If you're bored enough to want to read about it, go to JH's blog. Friday December 16's entry. Anyway, went to his house to bake today. The banana cake came out okay, except it was abit mushy. The second batch of cookies came out better than the first. And I learnt how to iron and bleach white clothes! Haha. Guess the Laws are still learning how to deal with life without Tannie. But it's good that they do household chores and all. I think I'd do it if my granny wasn't so insistent on always doing it her way. How many ways are there to mop the PES? Oh right, we went to the playground where I saw the Love of my Life #20, I think. He's a 6 (around there) year old boy with sandy blond hair and nice eyes. We sat on the swing and it was really fun. I also realised life's made of so many equations other than the usual (a2-b2) = (a+b) (a-b). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Equation of the day: &lt;strong&gt;Adrendaline running through body when on swing, and swinging real high = Falling in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that's how love feels like? Anyway, I think I expect alot out of JC life. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113500172371872828?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113500172371872828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113500172371872828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113500172371872828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113500172371872828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/12/dealing-with-life.html' title='Dealing with Life'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113446463271251764</id><published>2005-12-13T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:03:52.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be nice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would it be nice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, wouldn't it be nice if Lucy didn't have a car accident and she met Henry and they fell in love and they married and had a daughter and lived on a boat in the sea? Instead, she had a car accident, lost her short-term memory, met Henry, can't remember him after she goes to bed, and he has to make her fall in love with him every day and he does and he wins over her dad and brother and they married and had a daughter and lived on a boat in the sea but she can only remember her new life after watching a video tape Henry made for her every single freaking morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That just sucks. The ending was really sweet but really sad too. By the way, I'm talking about 50 FIRST DATES, in case you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, Ting, Char and I were like drunkards. The epitome of bubbliness and joy to some, the personification of madness to others. We revived old Britney Spears' songs like 'Sometimes', 'From the Bottom of my Broken Heart', 'Born to Make you Happy'...etc and laughed alot. Not those maniacal laughter that haunts you but free and happy and LOUD laughter. I really had fun today though it started out alittle moody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am reading PREP, well, more like finishing. I feel so sad for the main character, Lee, because her life is so screwed. But it's only screwed because she makes it screwed. She pushed away people who cared, slept with a guy who didn't love her and basically, made her life miserable. Anyway, tomorrow, Ting, Char and I are going to watch Pride and Prejudice. CEF may be going. I remember the last time Char, CEF and I watched a movie. It was WHITE CHICKS and it felt like a high speed movie because we ran down to get sushi from the supermart just minutes before the show began. And we smuggled it in. On Thursday, CHAN is going to go... SHOPPING! The annual December Holidays/ Christmas Shopathon! WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113446463271251764?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113446463271251764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113446463271251764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113446463271251764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113446463271251764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/12/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be nice?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113431059862737841</id><published>2005-12-11T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:16:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping, me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, I want to tell JH how proud I am of him that he went for the camp alone and how glad I am he enjoyed himself. I wished I had gone for the camp! I wanted to but then... I don't know. Just didn't, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, today I went shopping with Mum and Charlene at Orchard. We ate brunch at the Food Republic in Wisma with Dad and Josh. Food Republic rocks! It's got all kinds of food and even 'dingding' candy.  We also ate some popiah with peanuts and the plum thing on the stick. You know, old time candy? YUM. We just ate and ate. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, the girls went to Wisma and in Topshop, I brought two tops. One was $16, which was a white singlet and the other was $53, a long top with an emblem.  I like things with emblems. It's so varsity. I decided that my future child will be all decked out in Guess clothes, Harvard, Princeton-style. The shirt in sweater kind.  Then, Char tried jeans at Mango and we just walekd and walked. AND, we had tea at Coffee Bean, with me taking my all-timne favourite Caramel Ice-Blended and Apple Crumble! I really want to try the Peppermint coffee though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week's way packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mon-Wed: Working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thurs: Shopping with CHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fri: Go to school to collect stuff then catch a movie with Mum, Josh and Nigel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KIM/SHY: Mrs Ho hasn't confirmed the HSK thing but I need to collect my primary school report book from her locker so I will be going back on Fri morning. If I don't get an answer, I'll tell you guys so you won't need to go, ok? When I'm there, I'll ask the General Office and if it's there, I'll get it for you guys if I can, ok?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Char's on the phone, trying to reinvent JH's dressing sense. Ned Bigley's on TV and I'm feeling really happy. I don't know why though! Oh right, did I add that I had a really scrumptious meal at my Granny's because her maid baked a whole chicken and fried the tofu the exact way I liked it? Life's so good. To all my darlings, I miss you already and life's been so hectic, I haven't been able to catch up with any of you. But I will find time, I promise. OH and CHRISTMAS IS ALMOST UPON US! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Santa can you hear me? I've been so good this year and all I want is one thing..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113431059862737841?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113431059862737841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113431059862737841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113431059862737841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113431059862737841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/12/shopping-me.html' title='Shopping, me?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113374757234222656</id><published>2005-12-05T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:03:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aikido Grading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok! Time for an all exciting update on yesterday's grading! Ok, not really. Grading for &lt;b&gt;Blue&lt;/b&gt; belt was supposed to start at 2.30pm but in the end, it started at 3.30pm. So Josh and I sat at the side, watching the yellow and orange belts do their grading. I saw Daphne, Li-li Jung and Ryan from Sat's practice. Uncle Ronald was also so called judging the grading. When it was my turn, I was really scared about rolling over the obstacles but I think I did ok, especially on the third and fourth times, since we had to roll four times. Then, for testing of techniques, I was paired up with a black belt instructor! Initially, I was thinking: "Great! I can rest after my turn!" Boy, was I wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did the techniques first, and I reckon I did good cause I managed to do all the techniques except one. :) But then...DUMDUMDUM. It was time for the instructor to do it on me. Let me tell you. That must have been the most excruciating, torturous time of my life. My weary face still bears eloquent testimony to my recent pain. I was flung, thrown..blah,blah. But thank goodness, after ONLY 30mins or so of that, (feel the sarcasm?) another instructor asked Phillip Sensei if I could stop. I think he saw my contorted face and didn't want me puking over the entire floor. So I sat at the side for a while before we had to do Jiyuwaza or Free Exercise. There was once I was starting to do a technique when I forgot what technique I was doing so I went, what the heck and just did Kotegashi on him. :P And... he flung himself on purpose! Haha. I really looked like an expert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the evening, after dinner at Granny's, mum told me Uncle Ronald SMSed her. He said: "...Both will pass....Cheryl did well....Josh was affected by partner." BOOYAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EDIT; I credit it all to my LORD who stood by me through it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113374757234222656?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113374757234222656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113374757234222656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113374757234222656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113374757234222656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/12/aikido-grading.html' title='Aikido Grading'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113343055939193982</id><published>2005-12-01T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:49:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb the sound of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day was great! I actually played with Chu Feng, Sheng Han, Nigel, Cai Jie and Cai Jun out of volition. We played 'Follow the Leader' and then, 'Catch'. Nigel was a laughing wreck at the end of it all. Cai Jun has a talent for the art of origami. He was folding paper flowers and Nigel was delivering them to SiXuan and his mum. :)) I had fish porridge for lunch, even though I don't like it. I was supposed to share with Nigel but he fled after a few spoonfuls... I reckon Chu Fang's quite nice actually. But I still don't really fancy Diana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time for a dash of bimbotic flavor. HOW COULD JIANYI LIKE XIAOQIAN???!!! I mean XiaoQian's nice and I like her too but JianYi's supposed to end up with Yingying even though she's an irritating wretched person! And Dawei and XiaoQian are supposed to be together! They look so compatible! AARRGGHH! When I read that today in the 8days, I was ranting to the other aunty and she was laughing. I want them to end up together... But actually, XQ is a better person than YY. Ok, redundant paragraph and update. Blergh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Laws are baaack! I'm so glad! I hope you guys had fun. I missed Ting real bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113343055939193982?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113343055939193982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113343055939193982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113343055939193982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113343055939193982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/12/sound-of-silence.html' title='Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113334212841930874</id><published>2005-11-30T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:15:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually wanted to blog after I had my new layout put up but I decided to just blog now anyway. Ok, working life has started for me. About a week ago. My beloved workmates are: my &lt;b&gt;Aunty Toni,  Alvin, SiXuan, Sheng 'Head Prefect' Han, Chu Fang, Chu Feng, Diana, another Aunty, Charlene and ZiTing&lt;/b&gt;. Sheng Han is JunYuan Pri's Head Prefect! SiXuan is Alvin's girlfriend. I like going to work early to help out. It's fun and I don't really feel bored. Business hasn't been that brisk because the parents come in groups at different times. So we can be really busy for about half an hour then there's nothing else to do. I ate Hokkien Mee today! It was okay cause I wasn't really hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, Charlene and I walked home from the stop before the ITE. It took us 35 minutes. My feet's punishing me now by ignoring me and going numb. I realise my sandals are not the best walking shoes. We listened to my MP3 on the way and were dancing and singing. The people we passed must have thought we escaped from some circus.  BTW, I love my sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To the Laws who are having fun over in Bangkok, I miss you guys too! Especially Ting! Life at work's alittle mundane without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113334212841930874?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113334212841930874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113334212841930874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113334212841930874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113334212841930874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/11/walking-home.html' title='Walking Home'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113177561815438865</id><published>2005-11-12T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:06:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Hide &amp; Seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was so fun! Kim, Josh, ZY, WS and I played Hide &amp; Seek on Maple. I bet you didn't think it was possible. :P It was fun! I was laughing and laughing all the while, with Kim on the phone. Next time, we'll play Amazing Race! Josh's idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what? Someone's got a crush on me. Ya know the site acrushonyou.com? I didn't even know it existed. Haha. I have a feeling, it's someone's idea of a joke. Josh and I were guessing everyone on my address book! So waste time, since all were incorrect. I don't even talk to some of them anymore. Actually, make that all of them.  Oh well. Clare, congrats on getting into the team! As for what I'm wearing...I guess Class-Tee or something. Isn't there some kind of restriction? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Class outing's in 5 days! I can't wait. Ok, I know I am just about the only enthu person for this outing since I missed the last one. Von, Net, Elc,Shy: You have GOT to come! It's my last chance to see most of you for this year! Raine, I know you're grounded but I'll think fo you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Off to Maple...WHOOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113177561815438865?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113177561815438865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113177561815438865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113177561815438865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113177561815438865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/11/maple-hide-seek.html' title='Maple Hide &amp; Seek'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113050472371351157</id><published>2005-10-28T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T21:10:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought I would say this but: I am a TKGian at heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was such an emotional day. I told myself I wouldn't cry. I mean, I didn't even cry during my P6 Grad so why cry now. Then, I realised, I am so much more attached to TKG than I was to KHS. I hate to admit it but I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; a TKGian at heart.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;TKG has taught me class spirit, school spirit and the true meaning of everlasting friendship. In TKG, I met 7 very important people whom I love dearly and will never forget. Of course, I won't forget the rest of 2e3 either. My darling class, we may not always be the most bonded class but we have shown that we are very much attached to each other in events like Captain's Ball Tournament, Zany Green and Class Decor. I love each and every one of you very much and I will never forget anyone of you. During the Farewell Ceremony for Mrs Loke today, when we did the school cheer, I really felt like a TKGian. I could feel the school spirit when we were all shouting out our cheers. I love TKG. I love my class. &lt;strong&gt;I am a TKGian for life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To my seven precious girlfriends; Kim, Shy, Elc, Raine, Net, Von and MC: I thank you for being there for me int iems of joy, misery and trouble. We have met many obstacles in our two years but we have overcome them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kim: I have said all that I want to say to you on my testimonial to you. I love you.&lt;strong&gt; Plus. I am not photogenic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shy: My darling,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know we ain't too close but I hope in the next four years, we will grow much closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elc: My fellow 'gay', guess what? Now, I've got both your darling and mine to myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raine: Keep your chin up and work hard, ok? Keep your faith in Christ and don't ever forget, He is always with us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you wrote that I could dance?&lt;/strong&gt; You know, that's a huge compliment! I hope it's true. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Net: No one's a perfect christian, that's why we need God! :) Keep growing in Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Von: Two words: MY PRESENT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MC: YOYO! Fellow weeeeirdo! Smile and keep that happy face, ok? And stop daydreaming already....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obviously, those are just summaries. No words can express the gratitude I have for my dear clique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok...So today, after Operation CleanUp, I saw Kim crying and I burst into tears when I hugged Elc. She cried too. Then Raine was crying and I hugged as many people as I could. Then, the clique went to take lots of pictures but my darling left with debbie shortly after. Now, I am starting to miss my beloved class already. The clique, Debbie, Liz, Jess, Marissa, Peeba, Sotong, Sheena....everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is getting freaking emotional. I really will miss Mrs Ho too. She's so nice and funny. She made Chinese fun. Can you believe it? The only other person who made it fun was my old tutor, Edgar. Mrs Ho, If you're reading this, I miss you already! HAHAHAHAHA. Keep in touch ok? Good luck for life abroad! I am trying to stop crying again or my dad will scold me for being a nut. Oh did I tell you my dad will be getting me a digicam? WOO! In two months, I will no longer be a TKGian. I will be a TJCian. Even then, I will not belong to TJ. But that's ok. &lt;strong&gt;I know I have a home in TKG where all my friends are.&lt;/strong&gt; I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113050472371351157?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113050472371351157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113050472371351157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113050472371351157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113050472371351157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/never-thought-i-would-say-this-but-i_28.html' title='Never thought I would say this but: I am a TKGian at heart.'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113014808277115787</id><published>2005-10-24T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T18:01:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't resist posting this picture here. My entire immediate family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1967/1548/320/Lees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From left top: Charlene, Joshua, Daddy, Mummy and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From left bottom: Small GrandAunt, Big GrandAunt and my Ah Ma. (They are all sisters, btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-113014808277115787?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113014808277115787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113014808277115787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113014808277115787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113014808277115787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-113014138183483405</id><published>2005-10-24T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:09:41.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two horrid things today. First, we lost the Captain's Ball match. I feel so disgusted with myself. It's not like the two classes were so fantastic. I could have won. I suck. I am such a jinx. I participated in Netball too, and we lost too. Jinx, jinx, jinx. I should just stay out of my class' affairs. I really wanted to win for the class. I am never going to see them again. BUT I LOST. And I made such a fool of myself. But thanks to all those who were there for me. :))) Especially Debbie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next thing...it's been happening this entire year. Kim and I are always the extra ones in the clique. Whenever the teachers call for a group of less than 8, either Kim or I go to another team. No one else has to leave. Just us two. Even when we can be in groups of 8, Kim and I still have to go. It's not like anyone stopped us or said something about it. They just watch. And it doesn't hurt. Not anymore. You get used to it. Thanks to Marissa for trying to make me feel ok. But it is really obvious I don't fit in with your group of friends. It's not the whole race thing. It's the fact that we don't click. Thanks Marissa! I love you too! The past few days, I felt sad that I would be leaving TKG. But now...thank goodness it will all be over in a matter of days. Elc, it's not really a 'sacrifice' for me. I just know when to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK. On to better things. I am going out tomorrow! WEE! Should not be a problem...I think. Going out with my darling and Kim. The purpose is to buy the books we need for TJ but the programme includes neoprint taking and arcade too! HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't wait. I really need my coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LORD, I thank you that even in  the darkest of days, I can find comfort in you and the friends you have sent to me.&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/16346935-113014138183483405?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/113014138183483405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=113014138183483405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113014138183483405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/113014138183483405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-last-time.html' title='One Last Time...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112996412277377773</id><published>2005-10-22T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:55:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Good Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My L1R5's finally below 10. It's a 9 and L1R4 is a 7. Man,  it's just not good enough. Crap, I'll have to work harder. I actually managed to scrape an A1 for my Geog this term but overall, it's gonna be a B. Sheesh. I was in a horrid mood yesterday and offended some 2/7 girls. Ok, I was in a horrid mood because of them. I detest violent ball players. My feet and finger got stepped on and Marissa got scratched till she bled. Sheesh. Hate it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Played Maple with Kim just now. Still a pathetic level 27. Oh, Shy and Kim: Let's go to Borders one day to get our books. Set a date ok? I have to wait till I get my work schedule first. I'm gonna work at Aunty Toni's Bookshop with Ting again! WOO! And Alvin will be there. Can't wait to tease him again. Too bad Yao Feng won't be there. He has school. Poor thing. Aiyah...Ting, I just realised that that means no one will get McDonald's for us anymore...CRAP. Maybe we can get Alvin to do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really have to go work out. I am getting fat. As in FAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three most important traits: Sensitivity, Intelligence and a Neverending desire for Chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/16346935-112996412277377773?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112996412277377773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112996412277377773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112996412277377773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112996412277377773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-good-enough.html' title='Not Good Enough'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112972685327313058</id><published>2005-10-19T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:00:53.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Loving It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I am freaking pleased with my results. I worked so hard for my math and I am glad it paid off. Thank the Lord for being with me. Ok, here to present you [shamelessly] with yet another poem of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Man’s Pride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man’s pride,&lt;br /&gt;Precedes the pain he feels inside.&lt;br /&gt;A man’s pride,&lt;br /&gt;Can take him anywhere in the day,&lt;br /&gt;But will lock him up in the night.&lt;br /&gt;A man won’t cry,&lt;br /&gt;A misconception that they cannot cry.&lt;br /&gt;But a true man,&lt;br /&gt;Will be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;But will cry alone,&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows of a night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it? Hope so. Go to fictionpress and review ok? Love you all! Haha. I am watching Amazing Race now and have I ever told you how much I loved the Gaghan Family? HAHA. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's my race car?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh and I watched Wang Zi Bian Qing Wa! ZIQIAN ROCKS. His character is so nice...HAHA. He's just hilarious. And Tianyu was very cool when she was drunk. HAHA. Ok, I am laughing obnoxiously  to myself. I don't like the S Family. The one with the bitchy girl. She's annoying with a capital A.  Ok, later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112972685327313058?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112972685327313058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112972685327313058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112972685327313058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112972685327313058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m Loving It'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112963664635916394</id><published>2005-10-18T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:00:18.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of Black Mascara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MC, remember your now-famous line: Tears of Black Mascara? I liked it so much, I wrote a poem with that line in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears of Black Mascara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seated in an empty world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and wooden is the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a place of wailing maidens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By lovers all abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes and dreams ceased,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul's deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyers for love scattered on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chains and locks hide the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way out of this madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity consumes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of craze looms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart such a fragile glass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The target of voices filled with crass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seated in an empty world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and wooden is the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her black hair's all braided,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight lips faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows to the soul of the bearer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying tears of black mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it? Comments welcomed and once again, my darlings, if you have the time, do review my work at: &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/~sentimentalliar"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/~sentimentalliar&lt;/a&gt;. Ok? I know...shameless plug. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112963664635916394?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112963664635916394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112963664635916394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112963664635916394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112963664635916394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/tears-of-black-mascara.html' title='Tears of Black Mascara'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112938815659398639</id><published>2005-10-15T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:56:50.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 80TH BIRTHDAY TO MY GRANDAUNT!</title><content type='html'>Today, I cut my hair and it's really short. Not the point. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAO YI, SHENG RI KUAI LE! &lt;br /&gt;Today is my GrandAunt's [laoyi] 80th Birthday! I hope I don't grow to be that old. I really admire my laoyi. She's eighty but she still cooks, even on weekends. Her asam prawns...her fried chicken wings...her black sauce meat...her porkchop...And I making you drool yet? HAHA. My laoyi is just fantastic. She has 5 children and 3 grandchildren. The youngest is Nigel darling, who will be P1 next year. My laoyi is so strong. She is a real woman. My granduncle died very early. I don't remember him at all. Since young, since I lived in Eunos, I have gone to my laoyi's house at least once a week. When I lived in Eunos, I went there everyday. Now, I go every Sat. And she cooks for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family reached the restaurant rather early. It was a really cramped teochew restaurant and not my kind of place. The entire family, including my uncles and aunties, took up three whole tables. 28 people I think. Let's see...there were:&lt;br /&gt;Dad,Mum,Gran,Char,Josh,Me&lt;br /&gt;Uncle KimHwee,Aunty Yueli,JH,ZT,JJ&lt;br /&gt;Laoyi,Aunt Alice,Aunt Toni and Nigel, Uncle James, Big Uncle and Big Aunty and Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;Small Grandaunt and grand uncle, Aunty Doris and Uncle Wee, Aunty Amy and Uncle Michael and Esther and her sister, Uncle Benny and Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. That's 29. And that's not the entire family on my mum's side. The family is big, huh? I am closer to my mum's side than my dad's. Small grandaunt is actually &lt;i&gt;Xiao LaoYi&lt;/i&gt;. She's my granny's younger sister. JH, ZT, Char and I sat together, of course. We played with the PDAs and took pictures which I will put up here once JH uploads them. It was good seeing everyone again. We ate and then, the restaurant played the Happy Birthday song and we sang to my laoyi. And we took more pictures of the families gathered there. It was fun. We usually see each other only on CNY. I love my family! I am glad we are pretty close! Actually, there's still Aunty Pauline, Aunty Qing and her hubby, Uncle Quek, Uncle Wenren, Uncle Steven and his wife and daughter..yep. BIG FAMILY. HAHAHA. I have about 8 cousins from this side and about 4 on the other side. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ZIQIAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112938815659398639?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112938815659398639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112938815659398639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112938815659398639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112938815659398639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-80th-birthday-to-my-grandaunt.html' title='HAPPY 80TH BIRTHDAY TO MY GRANDAUNT!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112920953437469252</id><published>2005-10-13T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T21:18:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging again?</title><content type='html'>I just feel like blogging again. I don't know why. It's like...I am so insecure about my friends. I used to really trust my friends but now... What's the feeling of being able to trust a friend, knowing she loves you too and won't betray you? I have forgotten. How does it feel like to know that a friend would rather share secrets with you than anyone else? How does it feel like knowing your friend is not thinking that you are being lame or that you are being stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I did it all. I flitted around too much. I guess she feels that I move around so much I am hardly there. Maybe I am just overreacting, like I usually do. Yeah whatever. I don't want to think. It's time for fun right? WRONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112920953437469252?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112920953437469252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112920953437469252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112920953437469252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112920953437469252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging again?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112918386305771257</id><published>2005-10-13T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:11:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbotic Notions</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. Talking to dear Shuhua now. It's been ages since we talked and guess what? We are debating on the topic of whether CCHMS guys are cute. Believe me, I did NOT start it. It's such a meaningless topic. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my sister has very nicely pointed out to me that I have... no life. It's true,I guess. After the exams, instead of going out with my friends and painting the town red, I am at home, playing MAPLE. It is true; I HAVE NO LIFE. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now SH is beating me up for liking HIM. SHe has very kindly reminded me it's been four years. Mitch thinks I am fickle but I can't be if I still like him... SH thinks I am devoted! HAHAHA..that is the funniest thing ever. Maybe...maybe not. Whatever. Thankgoodness, the conversation ahs moved on. NOT. Now, we are chatting about HER. Ok, moved on. Don't go back there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, Peebs. I tried watching "Wang Zi Bian Qing Wa". It's so..."MVP Valentine". The plot is so predictable. I bet JunHao/DangOu ends up with TianYu and ZiQian ends up with YunXi. Duh. My favourite characters are TianYu's family. They are so funny. I like the part where DangOu and TianYu went to the amusement park. It was very cheesy. I think DangOu looks very blur throughout the entire show. Like the Iceman in MVP. Black face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I just realise I used 'ok' a few thousand times here. Ok, tullah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112918386305771257?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112918386305771257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112918386305771257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112918386305771257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112918386305771257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/bimbotic-notions.html' title='Bimbotic Notions'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112903045177395825</id><published>2005-10-11T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:37:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not remember you, but I will always love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got the above line from the Korean show "A Moment to Remember"&lt;/span&gt;Gads. That story is so depressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's about a girl who is very forgetful. One day she meets a foreman at her father's construction company and falls in love with him. The man is the roughish kind which I shall love eternally. Both of them are very happy and the man changes alot for her. Like he takes this architect test so as to fit her status and earn moola. And he makes up with his gambling-addict mother, to please her. And they marry and live happily after..NOT. She finds out she has Alzhemier and will slowly lose her memory and her ability to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He finds out and insists that he will never leave her. But her memory detoriates and one day, when she has flashes of her memory back, she is horrified by her condition. So, she runs away but he manages to track her down at a nursing home. Despite her forgetting him, he stays with her. The Horrid End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That story was so pathetic! I love the first part and absolutely detest the ending. I shall stick to Korean Comedies...ONLY. These sob stories are too much for me. I was practically a human tap. Oh and I watched "The Cool Guy" &lt;the&gt;again! It's a fantastic comedy! Korean, of course. Gads. I love the guy! He's cute, protective, suave, cool, blah blah. Your typical bad-boy-but-really-good-guy-inside. SIGH. Fiction just rules...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, it's abit slow but.. EXAMS ARE OVER! WOO! Finally.... but the worse part comes next. Checking of scripts but..we can leave that for a few days. Friday, I am going to TJ's Open House. Sunday, Church and bowling. Not bad... I am being bored to death. I have absolutely nothing to do, even on the computer. I know, I have no life. Mum bought chocolates for me! They were MMMMM... and WOW..... and AH.... and delish! Did I mention: No school for the rest of the week?!!! WAHAHAHA..Oh and Net said I have nice legs! Is that not hilarious? My mum keeps nagging me about the scars on my legs. I can't help it if I like picking at my scabs. Ok, maybe I can but...whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;LIA LOVES THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112903045177395825?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112903045177395825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112903045177395825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112903045177395825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112903045177395825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-may-not-remember-you-but-i-will.html' title='I may not remember you, but I will always love you.'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112868513453889705</id><published>2005-10-07T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T19:38:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so ignored. No one seems to care that I really studied for my Math. I studied the hardest I have for the 8 years of my education. I guess they can't be blamed.  Hers is more important anyway. Kim says I put stress on myself. What's the use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I mention that I love Torey? He is my perfect guy! I am serious. He's suave, cool, cute, protective..etc. His only flaw is that he lives in a... comic book. He's Cardcaptor Sakura's darling brother. How dreadfully unfortunate. Tsk. Shy, Kim: I wonder when we will get back our HSK results. I just remembered that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, three down, two more papers to go.  I thank the LORD for being there with me through all my exams. I really hope I perform. I have three hours of Science tuition tomorrow. It shall be the last for the rest of the year...I hope.  2E3, it's the last lap, you guys. GO FOR IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112868513453889705?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112868513453889705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112868513453889705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112868513453889705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112868513453889705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/10/bittersweet-victory.html' title='Bittersweet Victory'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112808357736531825</id><published>2005-09-30T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:32:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone, Like Yesterday Is Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't say so-long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're not that far gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't spend today away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'cause today will soon be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone, like yesterday is gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like history is gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just try and prove me wrong, and pretend like you're immortal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone, like yesterday is gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like history is gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The world keeps spinning on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're going, going, gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like summer break is gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like Saturday is gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just try and prove me wrong and pretend like you're immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A recent incident has jolted me into realisation. I have strayed from the Lord and from His path. I want to go back to walking beside the Lord. The pastor believes the end days will happen in our generation so please, if you have strayed from the Lord, find your way back. I have no confidence in myself that I will live through the times of tribulation. And I fear for all my unsaved relatives  and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was the day of my English Final Year. I thought the composition topics were rather stupid and uncreative. The Comprehension was alright, rather interesting. I hope they continue to give such passages. My next paper is MT Paper 1. Please keep me and my class in your prayers. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been doing Math revision on my own. Let's see....I have finished Cedar's paper, half completed VS' paper. I am left with Chinese High, Temasek, Cat High...sigh. Must work harder! Boxer's maxim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh right, I intended to share my redundant opinions of suspending students who blog offensively about their teachers and schools. Firstly, as I said before, there is no freedom of speech, no matter what anyone says. To put it nicely, freedom of speech comes with responsibilty. I really feel it isn't really necessary to blog about how much you hate a teacher because well, if it was true, chances are that your classmates and friends already know about it. So what if you blog that you hate someone? It just shows you are incapable of dealing with life. SO, do get over it.  Expressing your feelings towards someone online is a very cowardly way. Are you admitting that you are just too scared to tell that person what you think? Besides, blogging about it makes it public. Do you want to air your dirty laundry for all to see? Yes, yada yada. It's your blog. Bout as long as it is not private, one has to watch what one says or blogs for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a certain pretty miss who happens to be a 'celebrity' blogger. If she is as brave or daring as she sounds, she should just voice her opinions. And may I add that, so what if a teacher asks your friends and classmates to stay away from you? If they are your friends, they aren't going to bother with what a teacher says. Having witnesses is a rather weak justification. And a fair comment? If I said you were a bitch and my friends agree, is that a fair comment? Fair to..who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote: [Wanna fight back? You fucking fight like a man, and go set up your own blog and defend yourself.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Using a blog to defend yourself is well, rather stupid. What's next? Having blog wars over the internet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote:[It is a civil case, so go sue the student! Why are you ruining his whole education by taking away his chance to study? He paid for your fucking teachers to fucking teach him, ok? If he fails his As because he missed that few weeks of lessons, who is going to compensate him, and his future? Who?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sueing doesn't solve everything. If that was the case, the whole world would be caught in one civil suit after another. Compensate? Who is going to compensate the teacher's hurt feelings? A teacher, no matter how much homework she pounds on you, is a teacher not your maid.  Who gave you the right to judge your teacher? Do you think she thinks spending her life educating mindless teens like you is her cup of tea? So who, who is going to compensate the teacher? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote:[...and it is stupid to keep feeding an employee who is disloyal to the company...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frankly, I love this sentence. Let me rephrase it my way: and it is stupid to keep teaching a student who obviously hates you. How's that? Sounds familar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote:[Don't let me write, I write even more.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, this cracks me up. It reminds me of the childhood maxim: Don't let me eat, I eat even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore, I urge this 'celebrity' blogger to think things through instead of writing a load of words in a fit of anger, only to realise, that each part contradicts the other. I don't deny that I don't exactly love all ym teachers to bits. No one asked me to love them.  I thank them for educating me and not letting me turn into a...'celebrity' blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Definition of 'celebrity blogger': a blogger who pretends to be well-read by giving refferences to newspapers and our media sources but really shows her shallowness in her words. Rather..ironic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Future Journalist and 'Non-Celebrity' Blogger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112808357736531825?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112808357736531825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112808357736531825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112808357736531825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112808357736531825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/09/gone-like-yesterday-is-gone.html' title='Gone, Like Yesterday Is Gone'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112780995109868489</id><published>2005-09-27T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:32:31.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom of speech</title><content type='html'>There really is no such thing is there? I shall blog more about this after the exams. It's in three days. I am not really worried for English. Chinese is okay. Rather looking forward to Lit. As for Math and Science....don't even think about it. I did almost 4 EOYs for each. I know it's not that much. But considering I started last week, it's pretty much for me. I have one more week to do more. WHEE! Reading Foxtrot now. I love Jason! He is hilarious and cute. Not as in OMG cute but as in baby cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112780995109868489?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112780995109868489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112780995109868489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112780995109868489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112780995109868489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/09/freedom-of-speech.html' title='freedom of speech'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112737791991414389</id><published>2005-09-22T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:40:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and hyper in a sad, sad world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate Lia. I really do. Whenever Lia's out and about, she's bubbly and hyper and mixes with the world. Even &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;people become her friends. Whenever Lia's out and about, the world is gloomy. Opposites attract. Lia brings out the worse in everyone. When I feel happy, there's always someone depressed. And I try to cheer them up, I do but it doesn't help. And yet, when Lee rules my mind, the world is morbid, horrible and pretentious but only to me. Why is it that when I am happy, there is always some sad person somewhere in the vicinity? It feels disgusting to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, today Lia ruled. During Legacy, we sat in the seating arrangement meant for the EOYs. But, Laura very nicely obliged when I asked to change seats with her. So now, I am next to Tiqah, Sheena and Kim. WOO! Ok, MT was not too boring. I love PE! Especially when we play handball! Damn, it was fun! I love ball games. I do have ball sense. Except during tennis. I can't hit the ball. After recess, was Math, then Geog. I got sent out again, along with half of the class for not doing Geog. It ain't our fault. Miss Foo told us to pass it up on FRIDAY. [BTW, it's the second time I was sent out. The first time was during last year's math period. I sat in the corridors with half the class. :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seated outside, Sheena and I tried to do our Geog. We really, really did. But, we couldn't. The stupid map was almost 2 feet [exaggerating]. Couldn't eve hold it up properly. So we did the best we could. Then, we listened for Miss Foo's explanation of the answers from the classroom. We couldn't help it. Her voice travels... It was like listening comprehension. More like, ya know, during the war and everyone's huddled around a small radio trying to listen for news? Something like that. It was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I'm pissing Josh off by describing how gross tuna is. It's toxic. I really enjoyed school today, despite all the ..... problems and my stupid cramps. I just realise, that now, Aida talks to me. lOl. How cool is that? I hardly used to talk to her, must be all that chasing IAP thing thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I heard really bad stuff. About how XXXXXX doesn't want to XXXXXXX XXXXXX anymore. And I read about how XXXXX and XXXXX quarrelled and the hateful things XXXXX said to XXXXX. Got that? No? Fabulous! And I also felt real lousy when she kept saying I was 'extra'. It's okay even if I say it here cause she never reads my blog. Ok, shall not let it bother me. Yes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love me. God loves me. KIM loves me. NET loves me. VON loves me. That's pretty much enough. Tag if you love me! You know you do! :P Shimmabangboon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I will never ever crush on a guy friend ever again. I know I am hurting him but will he ever understand that I don't want to &lt;strong&gt;use&lt;/strong&gt; him to fill the void in my life?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I was rash and overreacted. And here we go. If walking separate ways is what you want, then, ok.  I am only 14, please forgive me if I did anything to hurt you. It wasn't intentional.  Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PPS: I think I shall not go back to MPCC. I am still a christian but can I be a christian without going to church? I guess I will return to STOMP after my exams are done with, but I did not, will not, and shall never belong there. Everyone knows everyone. I will have to go back, like it or not. Whether I belong or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112737791991414389?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112737791991414389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112737791991414389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112737791991414389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112737791991414389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-and-hyper-in-sad-sad-world.html' title='happy and hyper in a sad, sad world'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112729616668408158</id><published>2005-09-21T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:49:26.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i am fickle, then why do my thoughts keep running back to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't believe in love. Especially not at this age. And yet, what do you call this ache which I felt when I 'saw' you? The dream came back to me again. After two years of peace. And when I think about how close I was to spending my school days with you, I feel so damn... cheated? stupid? sucky? Sucky's more like it although it is a sucky word itself. I bet you don't even think about me anymore. I was a passerby in your life and you should have been the same to me. Now, I want to go back to sleep and stay in the dream forever. When I wake up to reality, it hurts. I know it ain't love. What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I changed my layout, and I am still too lazy to make my own.  The day was ok, nothing special. I went home with Sheena and we talked about the weird names some stall owners give their stalls. Eg. Seragoon Salt Chicken. Sheena makes me laugh at the most ridiculous things! Final Year's in what? One week? I have more or less finished my Math revision and almost completed my Science. Now, I am just doing some schools' papers to prepare myself. Doing absolutely nothing for English and Chinese. I can't believe we still have to study for Geography. They should have abolished the test next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gollygeebonkers. Life's fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112729616668408158?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112729616668408158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112729616668408158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112729616668408158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112729616668408158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-i-am-fickle-then-why-do-my-thoughts.html' title='if i am fickle, then why do my thoughts keep running back to you?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112651377536633281</id><published>2005-09-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T16:33:53.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the scariest feeling is when you don't feel a thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was actually naive enough to think that school would bring Lia out from her hovel. Apparently not. Well, maybe one small moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LIA: I saw the Summit guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk about stupid outbursts. As if I even know him. He's just a passer-by, on a regular basis. A stranger to my world. I can only look but Lia has such dense fantasies. Romantic fantasies are like drugs. Only for temporary relief. Whenyou fall and crash into reality, you will see that fantasies were meant to be just that, fantasies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&amp;va=hallucination"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;HALLUCINATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the free play of creative imagination or a creation of the imaginative faculty whether expressed or merely conceived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day was dull and dreary. Mdm Suraya did not come again. I think the class will fail for Math EYE, unless they do their own revision. LIA: DOOMSDAY! Shut up. Like Jughead once said, one shoudl debate with oneself to grow and learn about oneself. Or something like that. The point is, talking to myself is healthy. Even if having two personalities aren't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I sit, frozen to the bone, in the computer lab. It is, hopefully, the last session so there are no lessons. A bottle of Minute Maid's Lemonade sits to my left, beside the screen. On the desktop lies three windows; this, fictionpress.com and a WORD document. Lia has taken to starting on a new story. But what's the use? It's not like she will finish it anyway. Sarah sits to my right. We made lunch out of Twisties and drink together. Now, she's doing one of those quizzes from Quizilla.&lt;/span&gt;  She's also making random noises that resemble laughter in the most remote sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if life will be better,next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mostly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Henry Louis Mencken defined Puritanism as the haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy," and immorality as "the morality of those who are having a better time.” What of love? Mencken was of two minds. He called love “the triumph of imagination over intelligence” and also compared it to war: “…like war; he wrote, [ love is] easy to begin but hard to stop.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112651377536633281?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112651377536633281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112651377536633281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112651377536633281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112651377536633281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/09/scariest-feeling-is-when-you-dont-feel.html' title='the scariest feeling is when you don&apos;t feel a thing'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112607147262830783</id><published>2005-09-07T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:37:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the meaning of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today has been less than exciting for me. First I had to complete my Geography homework and then, my blog entry was completely erased. Now, I shall begin the tedious process of reproducing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last evening, I cut myself whilst opening a can. What made me think was that I did not even feel the pain until I saw the blood oozing from it. I could make it dramatic by questioning if I had grown into an unfeeling and cold individual. But seriously, that would have been stupid. In reality, or as close as I can get to it, I wonder if we only feel pain because we expect to. There's probably a link in our brains. Cut/Blood/Wound/Flesh=Pain=Cry. I do believe that when we were innocent newborns, we knew not the meaning of pain. It must have been a pretty strange feeling. When met with something new, man is often intimidated. When intimidated, we did the only thing we knew how to do then; cry. Pain, or the name given to it, was then associated with crying, a feeling of fright. Brilliant explanation, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little bit of each,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Could the often used cliche 'I'll show you the meaning of pain' be equivalent to 'I'll make you bawl your guts out like the big baby you are'? No doubt, the former is definitely much more...well,  nicely put.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112607147262830783?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112607147262830783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112607147262830783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112607147262830783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112607147262830783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/09/meaning-of-pain.html' title='the meaning of pain'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112598848180639407</id><published>2005-09-07T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:34:41.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reticent being hiding in the mews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, a word of thanks to Sonya and Liz, my two commentors. Sonya, actually, I didn't think any one I didn't know personally would bother reading these dull accounts but thank you for your opinions. I will continue penning these pages of my life. Liz, you asked what you could do to help? How about most everything? I am having trouble with the coding for having Javascripts pop-ups form an imagemap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just came back from Kim's house. Her house is very big yet cosy place. I love her bedroom, especially since it was messy. That, is a compliment. It's a wonder how things can be found so easily in a cluttered area, as compared to a tidy space. My sincere thanks goes out to Melody, for providing us with a scrumptious meal and my love goes out to Snowy, Kim's dog. The poor boy was so forlorn, left downstairs when we made our way up. Wanshi, Clare, Evonne and I were there to rehearse our Geography drama. We had a grand total of 2 runthroughs. Lorraine joined us a little after 12 as she was accompanying Wanshi to watch 'Redeye'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd like to give a special mention to the currently anonymous author of 'The Official Handbook for Parents'. The handbook includes information on how and when to embarrass your child, piss them off, get them all huffed up then to tell them off. It also provides exact words to use when a less than satisfactory report book is presented, when a new crush is found and when a child seeks permission to explore the big unknowns. I had an experience just last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was feeling rather irritable when my parent delegated to me a task. I shall spare the dull details and go straight to the point; she made me pissed. When you are pissed, it is highly understandable if your behavior strays from the guidelines. I tried to remain as quiet as I could so as to fume in silence. That is, of course, not possible. Parents seem to depict that as being rude or insolence. Then, said parent decided to bite my head off. What could I do? Nothing, absolutely nothing except to nod and withdraw so as to avoid any further unnecessary conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven't you wondered how parents seem to react the same way when faced with similar situations? If you will read the comments to Liz's entry on the day she received her report card, you will find proof of the existence of this handbook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A spoonful of Lia and a tubful of Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112598848180639407?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112598848180639407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112598848180639407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112598848180639407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112598848180639407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/09/reticent-being-hiding-in-mews.html' title='reticent being hiding in the mews'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16346935.post-112591124699611933</id><published>2005-09-06T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:31:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to a place where insanity is welcomed. even encouraged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have decided. Making my own website is much too troublesome. The PHP scripts and Javascript has nearly blown my brains to smithereens. Besides, it takes too long and I miss blogging about my jaded life. If Liz finds it in her purest heart to help me fix it, she is more than welcomed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was nothing out of the ordinary. I went for tuition at Katong, meeting Phoebe on the way up. We hopped down to 7/11 where Kim joined us. I bought an outre looking box of spaghetti, a Gulp and a cup of mashed potato. Phoebe and Kim bought 'bao' from another shop. The spaghetti was the msot disgusting, most appalling rubbish I have ever eaten. Ok, I am exaggerating but to put it simply and aptly, it sucked. Big time. I went home with Sakina and we talked, alot. When I reached home, I took a shower and plopped myself down in front of the computer to work on the now defunct site. Charlene's watching 'Love me, Love me Not' now. And Joshua is suffering from 'Maplestory' withdrawal symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My grades are less than satisfactory, I admit. I didn't do my best and I got what I worked for, I accept that. Curious to know what I got? No? Too bad, here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grades for Term 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EL-66.9 [B3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CL-75.5 [A1]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GEOG-60.0 [B4]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIT-72.5 [A2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MATH-69.9 [B3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SCI-70.3 [A1]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, I get to blog about something that has been on my mind. Arrogance. When you think of that word, do you link it with me? Cheryl Julia Lee? Maybe...especially if you are one of the many random strangers I encounter daily. Somehow, I feel it a need to put up a facade, if you wish to call it that. Perhaps, it is a guard. Perhaps, it is a barrier. Perhaps, I just don't like you face. That happens when I encounter people like the sort I met this morning, whilst I made my way around town. The giggly girls irritated me to no end. I have no idea why I let them get to me. I hardly let things get to me anymore. Occasionally, I let them get to me intentionally, just so I can blow off some steam. My sister says she think I get arrogant sometimes. The 'Lee' in me, the 'Evil' counterpart of my outward appearance as Lia, reckons I do have things to be arrogant about. Lia quickly counters that with a 'So what?' She is right, I don't have anything to be arrogant about and so what if I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all the love I can muster at this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16346935-112591124699611933?l=unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/feeds/112591124699611933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16346935&amp;postID=112591124699611933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112591124699611933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16346935/posts/default/112591124699611933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unabashed-morbidity.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-to-place-where-insanity-is.html' title='welcome to a place where insanity is welcomed. even encouraged.'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02987711655310989056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
