<?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-13785548</id><updated>2011-12-29T02:50:00.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgic moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112935478767541757</id><published>2005-10-15T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:36.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched the Corpse Bride the day before yesterday with my parents. I sort of accidentally purposely persuaded them to watch the show. Later my parents saw the picture of the Corpse Bride advertisement and they were like (disappointedly), "It's a cartoon!" Haha. My dad fell asleep during the movie. The graphics were really well done, Victor is real good looking, but the movie's not all that nice. The storyline is basically very predictable, and I could sort of guess the ending halfway through the movie and of course, I was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could password protect my entries, but you can only do that on Diary-x. I don't really want to switch to Diary-x because I notice that they only show 1 entry on a page, so I don't like that. Diaryland is like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went for the China Exchange Trip briefing. I had to wake up at 6.30 because my parents had to go to work and they brought me along so that it would be more convenient to take me to school. I'm so tired now, I think I'll sleep. Tonight I'm going bowling at the club, I think. I think I've forgotten how to play, ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112935478767541757?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112935478767541757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112935478767541757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112935478767541757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112935478767541757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-watched-corpse-bride-day-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112926551101113780</id><published>2005-10-14T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:36.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no one has ever seen me in the state i'm in now. no one ever will. please don't ask why, anyone. don't ask anything. please. please. it's so horrible. &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112926551101113780?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112926551101113780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112926551101113780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112926551101113780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112926551101113780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-one-has-ever-seen-me-in-state-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112917808312346046</id><published>2005-10-13T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hello, I'm at Audrey's house. She's eating her lunch, so she let me use her laptop. Kara hasn't arrived yet, Mabel can't come. But I promised her to buy her earrings. I just listened to Hairbrush by Veggie Tales. Oh my gosh it's really lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to it again and I think it's driving me mad. Oh well, I don't know what to do on her laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112917808312346046?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112917808312346046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112917808312346046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112917808312346046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112917808312346046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-hello-im-at-audreys-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112912164427394457</id><published>2005-10-12T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They're over! But somehow the burden that I've been lugging around isn't gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very fun. I think I swallowed furballs at Woon's house but I'm okay now. I reckon my tennis skills aren't that bad, haha. Okay fine they are. I practically swing my whole body - not my hand - when I hit a ball. And my left leg flies up. So that's pretty unprofessional. Everyone was really good at tennis today, except for me and.. Ongko. Haha, her aim is really bad, I wonder how she's in Advance in Tennis CCA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm supposed to be bathing now but I'm really lazy since I've just eaten my dinner (it's 8:48pm now). I feel like a rotton greedy pig because I ate so much from afternoon until evening and I still ate for dinner, but at least not a lot. I promise after this I will bathe. I hope the midnight conference goes through tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm supposed to go to Queensway with Audrey, Mabel and Kara. But I don't think I would go because I'd feel so left out. The cheap earrings they sell there make my ears have rashes, and I don't think I have money to spend on other accessories. So the most I would do there is watch admiringly at everyone choosing earrings and trying on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very surprised I'm not as happy as I expected to be after all this. I'm not sad or anything, I'm just not hundred per cent cheerful or anything. I'm okay. I can handle this. I'm okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112912164427394457?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112912164427394457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112912164427394457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112912164427394457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112912164427394457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/theyre-over-but-somehow-burden-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112899865116821703</id><published>2005-10-11T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:35.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh-huh. YAY! H-I-S-T-O-R-Y is oh-verrr. YEAH BABY! I'm over the moon, wait, I'm only halfway; there's Chinese tomorrow. Then after Chinese and listening (I don't know the purpose of having listening, except to add more marks to the total) I'm going to Ongko's house to play tennis. Yay. I hope my "coach" Skunkey brings a racket for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm now at my parent's office. Just now I decided to play a prank so I knocked the office door and then I ran away. The stupid employee opened the door and gave me an irritated look. He obviously does not have a sense of humour, and I know he calls his girlfriend to talk on the phone all day, and is alway lazing around. Bleah. I can't stand him. Well I can't stand the other employee either. She's a bit, um, weird. No, she's very weird, as in the bad kind of weird. And she sometimes freaks me out so I don't talk to her. Well I don't talk to the other guy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder why I'm talking about the people in my parents' office? Maybe I'm just too wuliao. I'm feeling really lazy now to study (again?!) for Chinese tomorrow. Perhaps I just can't be bothered. I'm halfway &lt;strike&gt;to&lt;/strike&gt; over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Umm, I've got lack of inspiration so I can't give some dumb philosophy lesson again which is the result of boredom. Okay then bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112899865116821703?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112899865116821703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112899865116821703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112899865116821703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112899865116821703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112884879812582861</id><published>2005-10-09T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:35.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't much to post about, except that that I'm very glad that the exams are coming to an end. Well, we all are glad. I'm in this very lazy mood to study (aren't I always lazy?) because I just finished typing the last of my History notes! BTW if Hui Ting is reading this please check your email, I sent some notes to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely terrifically cannot describe how much I am anticipating the last day. I'm sure everyone else feels the same way, but, you know. I'm really worried about my maths and history, because I'm really bad at these subjects. I just hope that God will help me overcome my laziness and also increase my memory space for storing information by tomorrow. 3 more days! 3! Gosh, the exams are practically ending as soon as it's started, but I seem to be waiting forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of changing my host. This is the second time I'm changing, Diaryland was my previous host. Heh, maybe I'll go back to Diaryland. Wait. No way, Diaryland blogging is much more inconvenient. Back then, before I switched to Blogger, I still remember complaining about how I couldn't code Blogger. But now that I know the code for Blogger, it doesn't seem so difficult after all, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I didn't even know what to blog about yet I have already typed so much, which is basically redundant and just-for-the-sake-of-taking-up-space material. Oh well, this is just a result of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laoshi from P6 told us this verse (su yu) once. I can't remember what it is, but the meaning is that we all spend so much time studying, and all this effort is just for an exam on 1 day. When you think of it, it may seem sort of ironic. But it isn't, because it's natural and everyone does it. Unless you're really lazy and you just study 1 day before the examination. Hmm, I have no idea why I just entered in that. It was so completely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, all my primary school memories are rushing back. The happy ones, and of course, the sad ones. The laughter, the tears. Tomorrow when I read this again the words will begin to sound corny, but then again I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; get so philosophical sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago (yes, I'm starting on &lt;u&gt;another&lt;/u&gt; redundant topic), I went through the yearbooks and I took note on one thing. When I first entered MG in 1999, everyone (according to their school photos) had high, neatly folded socks. We all looked so &lt;i&gt;guai&lt;/i&gt;, including the Sec 4s. Six years later, everyone's socks are folded as low as possible, and primary school kids are also wearing their socks really low too. So much has changed, and even a lot of the smart people who looked oh so nerdy in P3 when they went to RGS (because of the gifted programme) have come back to MGS in Sec 1, looking so grown-up and hip. Heh. And boys whom we once treated as if they were from outer space are now treated.. well let's just say they're mostly not treated like their from outer space anymore. Haha, it's the hormones baby. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I will end my Philosophy lesson for today. Asleep yet? I don't blame you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112884879812582861?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112884879812582861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112884879812582861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112884879812582861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112884879812582861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-havent-much-to-post-about-except.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112874230768149099</id><published>2005-10-08T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:34.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MSN is acting really, really weird. It's the second time my status became switched to online while I was supposed to be appearing offline. And I'm very sure that I didn't accidentally change my status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's methods always work; therefore I'm going to try out her method of studying History without typing notes on 1 chapter, which is Threats &amp; Responses. &lt;em&gt;It better work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of typing notes. Right now I'm doing Trade &amp;amp; Voyages, but I don't have to do much because I did notes for them for History tests last time. Maybe I'll revise the source-based questions paper, but how to revise? I woke up at 8.30 this morning specially to finish up my Golden Age notes. It seems too early for lunch, but I'm very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll work out a schedule that I hope to follow:&lt;br /&gt;1130 - Trade &amp; Voyages notes&lt;br /&gt;1200 - eat something and watch TV at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;1230 - bathe, haha.&lt;br /&gt;1245 - the Founding of Modern Singapore notes&lt;br /&gt;1300 - print out notes and study (+Threats &amp;amp; Responses)&lt;br /&gt;1500 - break! Must be &lt;u&gt;disciplined&lt;/u&gt; while studying&lt;br /&gt;1530 - study?/practise maths&lt;br /&gt;1800 - break!&lt;br /&gt;1830 - study history again.&lt;br /&gt;when dad comes back - maths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112874230768149099?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112874230768149099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112874230768149099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112874230768149099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112874230768149099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/msn-is-acting-really-really-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112867001290839901</id><published>2005-10-07T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay from now I'll try to post every day, because half the EoYs are over already. But for now until the day we get back our papers I'll probably be very miserable at random hours of the day, because I'll be busy worrying about today's papers. Don't make me start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new blog or domain (wait long long ah). But then I don't want people to complain that I keep changing my blog addresses. I find the word nostalgic-moments a bit odd-sounding and poser-ish. Those are my excuses. Besides I've come up with more imaginative and better sounding blog names. I hope. Then again just like my past layouts and blogs, I'll get tired of it. I guess I'm getting to become a very predictable person already. And that's not good. Oh please someone change me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to begin studying History. Luckily for me, I've kept my notes for the Golden Age and Trades &amp; Voyages, so I won't have to spend so much time typing all the notes, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This layout looks so icky. It even pains me to visit my own blog now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112867001290839901?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112867001290839901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112867001290839901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112867001290839901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112867001290839901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-from-now-ill-try-to-post-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112858365001581723</id><published>2005-10-06T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:34.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geography is over BAYBEEE! Though it wasn't an easy paper. I almost hung myself in class with the string I used for map reading. I made a lot of stupid, stupid, dumb, dumb mistakes. Section A &amp; B were really difficult (well probably because I didn't study those areas) but Section C was quite okay, because I studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to study Bio and Chem tonight. I'm way too lazy now. I can't find Tong En's Shi1 Qu4 and Ben4 Lai2 on the net, and yeah. Anyone who has these songs please send them to me, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I'm going to sleep since there's nothing else to do besides studying, which I don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. 6 more days of waiting; 4 more days of pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112858365001581723?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112858365001581723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112858365001581723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112858365001581723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112858365001581723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/geography-is-over-baybeee-though-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112815210599158841</id><published>2005-10-01T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:34.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy birthday NAVA &amp; KEZIAH!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys are good people. enjoy your 13th birthday while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost done with chem. all that's left is elements (metals&amp;amp;non-metals), and the chapter 1 bunsen burner + hazardous symbols. congratulate me, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112815210599158841?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112815210599158841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112815210599158841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112815210599158841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112815210599158841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/before-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112814487138787560</id><published>2005-10-01T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:34.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH BABY. i'm done with Settlements. now all i've left is crappy map reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: chemistry(!!) and chinese (compo). i wish the days would hurry up so that eoys could be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something wrong with blogger's posting, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEYA BABEEEES, after eoys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112814487138787560?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112814487138787560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112814487138787560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112814487138787560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112814487138787560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112758508458997141</id><published>2005-09-25T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:34.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not supposed to blog. It's 2:02am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did the British need a new trading settlement?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to break Dutch monopoly of trade&lt;br /&gt;- to protect Britain's trade with China&lt;br /&gt;- unsuitability of Penang and Bencoolen as trading settlements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;em&gt;I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uyokg8777777777uocggfnkdrdry7588&lt;br /&gt;8881234567890qwertyuiaaaa;;k8777777&lt;br /&gt;turning into a zombie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112758508458997141?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112758508458997141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112758508458997141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112758508458997141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112758508458997141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-not-supposed-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112712613609123405</id><published>2005-09-19T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:33.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired of this layout &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt;. This is the most short-lived I-can-tahan-this-for-a-while layout. Probably because I made another layout already. I think I'm layoutmaking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering putting up premades specially on my blog. My layoutmaking style isn't very popular. Nowadays I see a lot of people using tables instead of my favourite style, div layers. And practically all the layouts I made are div layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; put up premades. After this layout. I hope. No, after SA2. Yup. &lt;em&gt;I can't wait&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112712613609123405?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112712613609123405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112712613609123405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112712613609123405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112712613609123405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-tired-of-this-layout-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112694876838918313</id><published>2005-09-17T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:33.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone. Everyone should type like this. not lyk dis. oR LiKe ThIs. or `lliiikkeeee dhiissshsh. OR LIKE THIS (okay fine maybe you can; playing with caps is fun)! Yes. We shall show Ms Ng (Lit) that &lt;u&gt;we are not influenced by the media&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if she &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doesn't zip her pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it may seem very tiring sometimes, it would be good to show that at least we take the initiative to type properly in &lt;u&gt;full sentences&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112694876838918313?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112694876838918313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112694876838918313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112694876838918313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112694876838918313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/09/everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112685331438482446</id><published>2005-09-16T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:33.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GMAIL IS TAKING A VERY LONG TIME TO LOAD! I AM SO ANNOYED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that didn't sound right. I'm at the comp lab in school, doing PW. Gmail is not loading, so I can't access the email with the PW presentation in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xing is beside me. "This is lame," she just said, with a hint of boredom in her voice. Then, she stared at me with a very exasperated look. She cleared her throat, and continued, "Eh, you know 'toxic' is correct?" When I wasn't replying her, she then murmured, "Never mind." Embarrassed at her speech, she tugged at my skirt, complaining, "Eh, can you delete this please?" "I DID NOT SAY A." "No  I didn't say that." "Is that thing loaded?" Let me check. Okay it's not loaded. Continue talking. "I shall do my thing." Still looking as you-are-so-lame exasperated, she points at the screen, giggling. A wide fake smile forms on her face and she claims that she does not giggle. For now I am going to help Woon with a presentation thing, and I shall end here. Cheers, Xing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112685331438482446?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112685331438482446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112685331438482446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112685331438482446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112685331438482446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/09/gmail-is-taking-very-long-time-to-load.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112670830331343347</id><published>2005-09-14T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:32.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was really bored so I have already coded my new layout. &lt;strike&gt;I saved it in my templates but haven't republished it yet, so you can't see the new layout just yet. I don't want people to think that I change my layout so often. Actually yeah, I do change it often, but you know. &lt;/strike&gt;Oh crap it's already uploaded. FINE WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge possibility of practically no one reading my blog anymore, due to the boringness of my life. I shall not blame any of my ex-blogreaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week hasn't been too good. I had wanted to tell a few people off but I held back, because I was aware of the circumstances. Chemistry, Chinese and History weren't too good. Chinese oral is this Saturday, by the way. There's just too many projects; the teachers aren't letting us off easy by giving so many assignments even when SA2 is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I really hope you don't dominate everything tomorrow. Even if you do, I'll try my hardest to hold back.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;There's someone on MSN whom I want to talk to now, but I can't bring myself to talk to her. I'm afraid either one of us will get the wrong idea and the whole conversation will rot. That's a very likely possibility because it's what happened the &lt;em&gt;last time.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112670830331343347?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112670830331343347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112670830331343347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112670830331343347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112670830331343347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-really-bored-so-i-have-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112642928734955511</id><published>2005-09-11T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:32.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hope that God will give us a miracle on Tuesday during PW. I'm really scared, because the group couldn't meet up many times during the holiday to do work. Worst of all, Audrey didn't meet up with any of us on any day. I wanted to give her something to do, so I sent her the presentation to do yesterday, but SHE DIDN'T REPLY ME! I'm already getting a little annoyed. I don't really care if she's reading this now. Not to show off or anything, FYI I have been doing majority of PW which includes the report AND presentation. You were already assigned a task: to get photos. Amanda and Xing Yi did their part, they gave the info to me, but for the whole week I haven't received a single thing from you. For the past few days I have been trying to finish PW that I didn't have time to get your birthday present. Sorry to you and Heidi but then again it wasn't completely my fault. Please, if you are reading this, just try to do &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tuesday comes, I'm quite sure there will be chaos. Tomorrow won't be a better day for me either. I didn't do the Bio project, because I really don't know what to do. I can't find my History textbook, so I only have my notes to study with for the test on Wednesday. I only did 1 question of the banana project. I can't open the stupid reading assignment on HeyMath. Crap. I'm so dead. Someone help me. &lt;em&gt;Father, please send me a guardian angel from above to help me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night dinner was a bit scary. My family was eating at KFC at Bedok. My mum and I had sat in a small corner and we were waiting for my dad to park his car. In front of our table was another family facing sideways from us. So in between the two tables was a small gap for people to walk past. As my dad was to sit on the chair positioned at the small gap, we left the chair not pushed in. People were trying to walk past and the father from the other table pushed in my dad's chair. My mum was puzzled and stared at him. Then the father turned around and asked, "You ren zuo mah?" And my mum said yes, so the guy pulled out the chair again. Weird. Anyway when my dad came we found another not-so-squishy seat so we moved there, and it was just behind that same family. Okay so we started eating our dinner. Later on my mum told me that the father kept turning around to stare us. Scary! And I also realised that the son was also staring sometimes. Later my mum made this very weird comment about the son's fingers (but I shall not mention it here). And I thought it was funny. After dinner I quickly ran out of KFC and I saw the father and the son staring again. Then while we were walking around Bedok my mum told me of the maid who was chopped up into many pieces and I became even more scared, because I was afraid that family were serial killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it was a little funny but even scarier. I realise no one commented in my last post. I think that I will bring back my cbox in my next layout, which I may upload very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112642928734955511?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112642928734955511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112642928734955511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112642928734955511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112642928734955511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-really-hope-that-god-will-give-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112625007768069995</id><published>2005-09-09T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:32.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, sorry I didn't post for a long time. Amanda left here 2 hours ago. She was here to do the PW Presentation. Xing Yi and I got as far as Transport &amp; Accommodation for the report on Monday; Amanda and I got as far as Sentosa for the presentation today, which is 1 step further than on Monday. Tonight I'm going to stay up late to do my revision because I really need to catch up with my revision and I also think that I can study better at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've become emotionally stronger because of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Sure you have hurt me, but now I think I can take in more of your hurtful words before I break down inside. This wasn't a punishment from Him; it was a lesson, and I think I've grown a lot from this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I can collect my passport photo already(!) Believe it or not, it expired last February and I only got it renewed this week. That goes to show I don't travel a lot, heh. I will have to go to the airport tomorrow &lt;em&gt;personally&lt;/em&gt; and collect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without cbox, my blog is much more quiet around here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112625007768069995?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112625007768069995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112625007768069995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112625007768069995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112625007768069995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/09/hi-sorry-i-didnt-post-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112590787167508980</id><published>2005-09-05T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:32.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celefest was actually boring. But we had a really good time taking pictures of ourselves in a deserted area. Too bad Eunice couldn't come ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 13th Birthday Audrey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get your present. Soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left ACS International early (Andrea, Ongko, me) and went to Cold Storage. We bought some chips to bring to Andrea's house. Then we took a cab to her house. We took her dog for a walk and then we went to watch Mean Girls. I thought that show was kinda bitchy, and it was, but in a nice way. And it's a show that &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; has a sensible storyline. Maybe because they showed English subtitles. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Xing Yi is now over at the office and she is looking at every word I am typing. We have 1/4 done the report, but I'm too lazy to carry on. WE ALREADY GOT 700+ WORDS LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like farting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112590787167508980?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112590787167508980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112590787167508980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112590787167508980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112590787167508980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/09/celefest-was-actually-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112571740764677280</id><published>2005-09-03T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:31.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging is starting to become a chore for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Conversation for Oral was HORRIBLE yesterday. My mind went complete blank when she asked me such a &lt;u&gt;simple question&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112571740764677280?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112571740764677280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112571740764677280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112571740764677280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112571740764677280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/09/blogging-is-starting-to-become-chore.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112549967431989258</id><published>2005-08-31T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:31.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a long day with a good beginning but a bad ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Aces Day workout with gay instructor, got progress report back, free period, music, recess, a wonderful Teachers' Day concert. Dismissed at 12+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Amanda, Amanda, Nicole, Kara, Andrea and I went to Ongko's house to change. Then we took a bus to Choa Chu Kang. Lot 1 I think. Went to K Box and had an AMAZING time. The singing was so so so so fun. &lt;strong&gt;THE STUPID BILL WAS 88 TOOTING DOLLARS!&lt;/strong&gt; And 11 cents to be exact. Service charge was stupid $7. And the tidbits were $15, which meant that each thingy that contained a miserable amount of nuts were $5 each. Their service wasn't that wonderful anyway. I HAD TO PAY $20 DOLLARS OKAY! STUPID K BOX PEOPLE. I will never go back to that stupid place again. CHEAT MY MONEY. IF NOT FOR MY LOW LEVEL OF AUTHORITY, I WOULD HAVE SUED YOU BY NOW. SINCE WHEN WAS KARA-OKAY SO EXPENSIVE HUH? The irony was that we sang Fool Again by Westlife which completely matched how we all felt. LIKE FOOLS. &lt;em&gt;How was I to know? You never told me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back after that by MRT. Nicole so cute. She pronounces Raffles Place as RUFFLES Place. HAHAHA. Amanda, Kara and I took 154 at Clementi, but it went in the opposite direction. &lt;strong&gt;WE WERE LOST!&lt;/strong&gt; SORRY AMANADA AND KARA I GOT YOU GUYS SCOLDED AND GROUNDED. SORRY! A kind lady helped us find our way back. Alighted at REPTILE PARK, crossed the road, and took back to MGS. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going shoe shopping with Hui Ting and maybe Kara, Jasmine, Mabel and Si Hui? at Cine for Home Ec. Then we'll go Plaza Singapura's Spotlight to look for fabric for our cushion covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had oral on Monday instead of Friday. I'm so stressed now. My schedule's getting really hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; - Celefest (sp?), revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; - Banana Ass. with Si Hui, PW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; - PW report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; - Audrey's/Heidi's party, revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; - Start homework, read 7-Eleven book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Try&lt;/em&gt; to finish homework, PW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; - PW presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; - Finish homework OR rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; - write speech and organise file for PW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for tomorrow, I guess:&lt;br /&gt;Shoe shopping, purchase fabric, Math homework, English vocabulary, practise oral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112549967431989258?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112549967431989258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112549967431989258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112549967431989258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112549967431989258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-had-long-day-with-good-beginning-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112530236868149630</id><published>2005-08-29T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:31.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOTE: I removed the cbox and replaced it with Blogger commenting. You can comment at the end of my post. I found the cbox looking a little bulky so I decided to remove it. I'm now considering flooble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had head prefect voting today. I voted for ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was really fun today. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog test was okay. Might fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Wednesday. We're gonna be dismissed at 12 and we&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt; will go to KBOX AT CINE! Then hopefully they can go to my club for bowling but then I'm okay if they don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee I'm going to make cupcakes for the teachers. Well only for the teachers I prefer. They ought to be happy if they got a cupcake from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to upload my new layout now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13785548-112530236868149630?l=nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/112530236868149630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13785548&amp;postID=112530236868149630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112530236868149630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13785548/posts/default/112530236868149630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-moments.blogspot.com/2005/08/note-i-removed-cbox-and-replaced-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13785548.post-112521586688750848</id><published>2005-08-28T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:46:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This layout must be changed ASAP as I can't stand the sight of it. GRR. In fact, I've already made another layout but I'm too lazy to code and upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished typing Geog notes over and hour ago for tomorrow's test. There's actually zuoye homework but I forgot to bring the book home. Last night I had a very bad dream. Not as in horrifying, but is enough to scare me. I dreamt that it was Monday and the Geog test was on that day, but I didn't study ANYTHING at all. I told my friends that I didn't study a single thing, and they looked at me unbelievably. Then later during the test I supposedly forgot to do the last page and I was so sad. I woke up about 2 times during the dream but went back to sleep when I assured myself it was still Saturday/Sunday. But it was really frightening; I'm those kind of people who worry about tests although I don't like to study. Because of this dream/nightmare I quickly rushed through typing my notes and finished them early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now. Going to do some exercisin'. 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