<?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-35323391</id><updated>2011-09-16T00:49:22.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancer&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6019089521203684275</id><published>2009-06-15T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:05:57.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, whatever they say about moments. i love the perfect moments perfectly. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;inspired. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OVEREXPOSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;footsteps burning in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sunlight beating down upon my exposed neck;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;waves rushing furiously towards me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;little kids playing ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the camera captures it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sounds of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;squels of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;drops of seawater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the heat of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and every single grain of coarse sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in my pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i feel the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hear the joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i smell the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i sense fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but i dont see anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND EDITED OF COURSE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, blame it on stupid modernism and whatever poetry nonsense thingy we have to do. but i will do it gladly! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love sentosa and all, FUN NY SUN NY SAND Y NESS (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but please, dont make me choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6019089521203684275?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6019089521203684275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6019089521203684275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6019089521203684275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6019089521203684275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-whatever-they-say-about-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-35323391.post-8467214649685126042</id><published>2009-03-14T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:13:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;founder's day was awesome! the lighting was so good. no matter how HOT it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i want to be the guardian too! if only there was a pink one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i think cmps is SO busyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DANCE CAMP WAS SO FUNNNNN ((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i hate the cold water shower though it was colder at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;omgosh, we totally stripped and then we found out that the shower was NOT working. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the food was quite good. WE ATE SO MUCHHHHHHH. new trends (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;no movie. ): but we made our lanterns. im not bad at using pliers ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i love dancing to bet on it, we're all in this together (CHILDHOOD) and like mirotic. i just found out it sounds really wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;twin towers is such a super screamy game. we were totally like screaming and laughing and running in a dancy way all the time. and we should never play this after dinner. jin is so funny! haha sam would have been proud of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and the workshop was SO chloe. and it was full of stretching. how sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we were whispering at night. and wenying was pissed at us. OOPS SORRY WEN IM SORRY I DIDNT HEAR YOU SAY YOU WERE COLD OR ELSE I WOULD HAVE SHARED MY SLEEPING BAG WITH YOUUUUUU. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i love haru haru (: so sweet and sad and sweet and sad. and then in the middle of the night, there was this LOUD noise. zomgosh lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;brin is so funny. omgosh i totally love night camps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the seniors came BACK. wowwwwwww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i will learn mirotic SOME day. from megan the secret kfan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;omgosh station games were like. I WAS LIKE ONLY HIGH ONE. and i totally didnt work out for traffic and we got lost. OOPS. im sorry group! ahhhhhhhh. but it was quite fun lahhh. though there is like no more casslyn/longchuan to laugh at. at the start i was SO HIGH. but at the end ahhh, i was like pftttttt, damn sian already. cos my group is stone! JIMMY AHHHH! so peaceful and calm and serene. shixuan is so cute and small and her mommy was so nice! (: hannah the chips guarder, and jingyi who is tall. omgosh! so funny like brin cant find our chips! cos it was in my pipagao case and even if she found it, she cant open it. shiharn was like, ehhh show me your chips and she started shaking the whole box! and shixuan and her mommy were like hugging her and trying to save our chips! which survived everything! apparently jin ate up one group's. omo so funny! jin is the BEST station mistress! ((((: haha she was the only one who laughed at our CHUEHHHHHHHHHHHH and SHOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHH. ((((((: so funny! nadia and rachel were hiding behind shades and umbrella. i really thought they were tourists ehhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NA2DIA3 is so funnyyyyy. we need to go slice someday! omgosh im so going to miss everyone when i leave. ))): i will miss the sec 3 batch so muchhhhhhhhhhhh. and i will crash dance camp toooooo! i dont want to gooooooooo )))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;syf is like. im quite scared and i know we are not good enough to cover it/pull it off unlike the seniors. )))): and we are still in choreo state and im quite scared cos other schools are already rehearsing with costumes? oh mannnnn. laoshi might get what she wants if she was selective, or else its like not so important anymore. like not treasured. it was so hard to get it and we are totally putting in our all and they have NO IDEA what it is like to be separated luhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8467214649685126042?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8467214649685126042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8467214649685126042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8467214649685126042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8467214649685126042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2009/03/founders-day-was-awesome-lighting-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8468074154482294992</id><published>2009-01-31T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:19:52.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i had fun today! although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; missing out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;angbaos&lt;/span&gt; and my family decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pangseh&lt;/span&gt; me to go my dad's friend's house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SIGHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think the make-up today is AWESOME! i totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to wash it off! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. we look like porcelain dolls. perfect. smoky eyes. plastic. shinyy. i think fake lashes are so pretty and long and itchy. and i always tear when putting eyeliner. face spray! no, not the one vivian used which was actually deo. real face spray! that feels like hair spray and smells like it too. new eyebrows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;had cmps today also! IMBA! (: i dont really like BTNR plus i am real sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im supposed to be doing work. i have SO MUCH work to do, i dont think i can finish them anytime soon. aish. and aish. so terrible. im not going to be free anytime soon either. SADDDD LIFEEEEEE. oh, i forgot. i have NO LIFE at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ohhhh, and im sorry i never meant it that way. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8468074154482294992?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8468074154482294992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8468074154482294992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8468074154482294992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8468074154482294992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-fun-today-although-im-missing-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7983853194565895927</id><published>2009-01-30T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:11:11.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today i just realised how much i missed dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and how important it is to me. like seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think i will feel terribly empty without it. like, i was super super depressed when i didnt get to dance and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when i returned after 2 months, i tried not to harp too much on it, but i just cant help noticing the minute little changes that made all the difference in the world. i want to dance; but i feel left out. i know that taiwan totally made up for my loss, but i still cant help feeling so lost and awkward and imbalanced. (pun not intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i seriously hope that i can catch up. my last year already. i want to enjoy it. and not regret anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;omgosh. im randoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the spanish dance is awesome though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i seriously think that life can never exist without dance. no expression. no PINK./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;last friday was ryan's birthday; happy belated birthday to ryan! i hope you like that plushie whose secret name is pin pin [okay i made that up] with the belly button and the silly green alien which i dislike. ohhhh and super long ago was sailorboy's birthday; happy belated birthday to sailorboy! i hope you love that liverpool ball! which our pretty handwriting on it! it was super hard to write on a ball in the middle of the canteen! though i cant understand why you even like soccer in the first place. SOCCER GOT MY FRIEND INJURED. arghhh. and SUPER SUPER long ago, like 1 day before sailorboy, KYUNGTAE'S BIRTHDAY!!!! ahahaha happy belated belated to my dearest kyungtae! (: i miss shitting on the bus with you! and trying to force chinese songs into your HUGE ipod! which so didnt work. haha, i hope you like your SECOND BOX! and your graduation scroll! and omgosh i love going to sakae with you! even though you eat SO LITTLE! you need to eat more you skinny girl! you will never make it through a sushi buffet! like that time me and eenette! omgosh what happened to 40 plates ahhh? only 20 plates in total! thats less than what SOMEONE ate by herself. and she's still skinny! and omgosh eenette what happened to the aegyos! (x and i love eenette! who always loses in the games and have to eat my share! (x i love youuuuuuu we need to go out again someday! kick-ass partners (: i hope you are enjoying yourself at chingay and missing IMBA. pangsehhhh me ehhhh you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMGOSH. that was PURE RANTING. i totally am high now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am going to learn how to GLIDE! which is the coolios fabshizzle moonwalk spin spin thing! (x ehhhhhh if ben learns it, must teach me!!! must must must! even if it is impossible for the track, it is still COOLIOS! ((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cheerleading is SO AWESOME! i cant even express in words how much i LOVE richard cheer! to the MAX! ((((x seriously! we are totally going to rock and have so much much much fun and then wow everyone with our amazing coolness! (x YOUR LIGHT IS ULTRAVIOLET (((x although, i keep digressing during pracs. OOPS. like i will try to join buckle cheer; and then suddenly play random music from eenette's ipod, like AMIGO/MIROTIC/NOBODY/REPLAY! haha omgosh! i am SO HAPPY i totally LOVE CHEER! (((: the choreo is wondeful! cos we did it! we did it! oh yeah! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;syf; i think i deproved, for want of a better word. i think laoshi is disappointed in me. oh nos. and omgosh that day we were doing the day i saw the sky, and then laoshi wanted to do this set, which apparently ONLY I did. cos i did it with the seniors. who are kind of in rj now. and the thing is, i forgot my steps! so i just sort of made up a few that seems correct. and then when i went back to watch the video, apparently i added one extra step and messed up the directions. OOPS. i dont know how to tell laoshi! but i think its fine now also lahh! (x i think syf is going to be so exciting. cos i will be the SENIOR for once! (x so funnnnnn! and then like, we are going towards the painful side! like nightmare, instead of just the earthy earthy kind. so im happier! i rather feel painful then do a peaceful and graceful one. and then, NO MORE tanglin cc, NO MORE waiting for the badmintan players to finish, NO MORE french fries with HEAPS of mayo! NO MORE hot and stuffy hall, NO MORE blisters and terrible floorburn. cairnhill cc instead! but i like tanglin cc! ))): and i've never been there before! i wonder what it's like there. maybe they will have air-con! hopefully! lets keep our fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh oh! and i saw this show and channel 8! and they were showing shida yeshi and i saw and i totally recognized the street and stuff and i was so nostalgic and missing taiwan and all that! i really do miss taiwan! so BADLY. I MISS TAIWAN! and chen lao shi teaches like cai laoshi! which is so awesome cos we seriously learn a LOT. like teaching out to differenciate words and their hanyu pinyin kind of thing, telling us about history, geog, authors, and lots of interesting stuff like cai laoshi and lin laoshi always does! and today we were talking about TAO HUA YUAN JI! which was like the 7th ke in our ke ben! (x omgosh so funny! i can still memorise the plot of that story lahhh! and the author too! hahaha! and all the words we learnt in taiwan is being used now, i am SO EXICTED. like seriously! i think i look forward to chinese more now! thanks to taiwan! (((: I LOVE TAIWAN! i hope my taiwan friend will reply soon i have SO MUCH to tell her! seriously! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MABEL'S HOUSE IS SO NICE! renci's house is super nice also, but its not the main focus. YET. haha. OMGOSH I LOVE RENCI'S HUGEMONGOUS 2M COUCH! its like a full circle and its super nice! and renci's bedroom is so niceeee! she sleeps on top just like me! (x anyways. i had to BEG and BEG and BEG. and i seriously used ALL the reasons under the sun. the condition for going to sleepovers, is that i need to SLEEP. EARLY. and GIVE UP MY KOREAN DRAMA. which i agreed to. and is 12:12am now. OOPS. aish. i must keep my word ehhh. i will go sleep by 12:30! i will i will! anyways. after ONE WHOLE WEEK of persuasion, and like lots of tears, I WENT TO MABEL'S HOUSE. after ballet. OMGOSH. for ballet we did like character for 2 hrs, and we did so many retires until I GOT BLISTERS on BOTH my feet!!! super painful! and one broke./ SO PAINFUL! ahhhh. mabel's shower is so funny! its like a tube lahhh! and omgosh. HER ROOM IS LIKE PINK! ITS EVEN PINKER THAN MINEEEE!!!!! though i dont see how that is possible since my whole room is pink already. i must invite EEWEN to my room someday! (x and then right, i really really LOVE mabel's hanging hearts on the door, and her HUGE collection of cds and cds and cds and cds! so many! i like! i want! haha! i must be satisfied with my jesse mccartney, super junior, dbsk. FOR NOWWWW. haha and then her mini basketball which was. yeahhh. and her laptop with stickers all over it. AND SUPER ALOT OF FOOD! like we ate a WHOLE BAR of cadbury blackforest and everyone was picking out the cookie and cherry bits! (x and lots of chips! i like lays sour cream! (x haha and JOLLY SHANDY. which was absolutely DISGUSTING at first, but the taste grew on me and i cant stop drinking! it is amazingly fizzing chilled. and the prawn roll thingyyyy! WHICH IS SO NICE AND ADDICTIVE! and omgosh. the jelly chocolate was awesome!!! i cant do a pull-up though. no matter WHAT i do, i cant do a pull-up. and so, i give up. renci can do it, so UNFAIRRR. i canttttt! i think im too dense and fat. omgosh. we are not having this discussion! yeah. i missed steamboat ): but i totally enjoyed playing the games! this time, NO TEAM LINWEN! (x haha! but its like this name-calling thing. OMGOSH LAH. we were SUPER HIGH. cos of the chocolate and jolly shandy. BOTOX! MADONNA! omgosh. i hate the animals one though. everyone keeps calling my terrible animals. like lizards and leeches. ARGHHHH. omgosh i keep calling whatever random thing on my mind. which is so not an animal lah! and i keep think GIRAFFE is J! omgosh! it sounds like right? GIRAFFE! (x i think mabel and her sister are so funny together! haha like completely opposites who fit together so well, like puzzle pieces. and her sister's name is like j-lo! haha! and taiti was like SO STONE. whenever i play taiti, i get lots of memories! like SENTOSA WITH SHIPERSTARRRRRRRRRR and then taiwan! but its a super stone game. asshole taiti. omgosh. from maid i become QUEEN (((x ahahaha i didnt even know how it happened! i wasnt even planning anything. the first time i tried to plan, but it didnt work out. second time i stoned and then when i played, it was like, i dont know what happened but whoosh! suddenly all my cards are gone! (x so we stopped playing cos finally! i am at the top! (((x the dark is really scaring though. and although im totally numb to renci's scary insy winsy spinder, SHE IS THE ULTIMATE SCARY IN THE DARK. and i was sleeping beside her! so i totally bunked with mabel instead. cos she is unintentionally scary in the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMGOSH I RANTED UNTIL MY FINGER HURT. but hold on! im not done!! whoever who actually sat down and read the whole thing until here, GOOD FOR YOU! keep going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soccer; i hate soccer! omgosh. i cant kick a ball for nuts. i dont understand how ANYONE ahem, likes soccer. chong got a sprained ankle from soccer! again! poor chong! last year left leg, this year right. but at least not for as stupid reasons as last year. YOU WILL GET WELL TMR IN TIME FOR IMBA! thanks for cheering me up (((: anyways. that time me and jiemin did the zig zag thing. it was TERRIBLE. we were like kicking totally horizontally and vertically instead of diagonally. and the ball keeps going to the wrong side of the field. sighhhh. OHHHH WE DID TRICKS TODAY! it is real fun! like dancing with the ball. except i cant do it properly. but its still fun! haha ouch my poor toes. and omgosh i KEEP using my hands! its like super instinctive to just reach out to block the ball. or else how will the ball stop rolling? aish. the little match today was SO FUNNYYYYY i couldnt stop laughing! haha. like huiying totally kicked the ball to the other end of the field, and jiemin kicked the ball inbetween weiyi's legs and it got stuck! (x jiya and charlotte tried to do that too! but fail! haha! YUJIN IS SO RETARDED! this is how pe lessons always go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lin: OMGOSHHHHH PRETTY CLOUDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yujin: [super low and loud] OI LISTEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha! the DEMON! bewareeeee. okay. the teacher is quite nice lah. as in like not that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sentosa! i love the luge ride! like cos my hands were sweaty and tired from gripping the handbars, so i let myself down at full speed! i was racing with my brother but i let him win lahhhh. cos im NICE (: okayyyy. he won. but i let him! (x and it was at night so it was REAL dark. and real fun! (: i totally want to do it again! sentosa flowers this year. OKAY lahhh. not as impressive as the butterflies year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IT WAS SO HARD TO FIND A PIC OF ME AND MY MOMMY! i swear like i dont have pics with her. i found one at BTNR we were both doing this :) and then this :D. haha. everyone says we look alike. haha. and then finally i used my baby photo so NO ONE can recognise me. and seriously, no one can. aish! did i change so much! but my baby photos are SO CUTE! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am going to end off with the wonderful news that i found my black tube (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7983853194565895927?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7983853194565895927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7983853194565895927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7983853194565895927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7983853194565895927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-just-realised-how-much-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7022265272425422382</id><published>2009-01-01T01:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:21:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TAIWAN GATHERING! so fun! i was a bit sianz at first oops sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;met up with ryan/shiwei/yinxin/huiqun to buy pop pop m&amp;amp;ms for everyone. haha and we were so late and everyone was waiting. oops. and and. i cant do anything related to a ball. even the coolios bball tricks and like the skipping thingy. okay i think im the only one who skips. and then there was wet stuff but i refused to get wet. poor renci got dunked into the pool like so many times. its fun to dunk people! haha. sorry, i didnt say anything. bbq was coolios. i didnt do much to help cos i think i will make things worse anyways. i tried to do the chicken wings but it will not be as good as joseph's and besides there was NO FIRE left. so i switched to marshmallows. omgosh. sailorboy is good at it. SO AM I (: haha. shifu. poor huiqun and her burnt marshmallows! haha. oh and treasure hunt. my leg muscles damn pain so when i walk i lag behind. and by the time i reached the next station, my group has already found the clue. and i have a wonderful gm. SAILORBOYYY (x okayyyy i sincerely hope you are not reading this. cos i was smsing claire while smsing my friend. oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THAT WAS SO OVERDUE. i dont feel like posting about taiwan anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;some updates in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i am a senior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- my birthday is coming soon. in like 10 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i have a lot of work to do and i should be doing it now but im not. arghs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i have no time to do my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i am so stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i am so sadddddddddddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i am real confused. i dont know what im facing now. i dont understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i found my dbsk poker cards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i need to email my mingdao friends and maggie! which i havent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i am old. omgosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i am sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- i love dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i think im turning into a j./ i totally need to list down my life or else i will get even more confused than i already am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7022265272425422382?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7022265272425422382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7022265272425422382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7022265272425422382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7022265272425422382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2009/01/taiwan-gathering-so-fun-i-was-bit-sianz.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-4629512182525909135</id><published>2008-12-26T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:03:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i watched twilight with eenette. EDWARD CULLEN (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i've never given much thought to how i would die; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but dying in place of the one i love seems like a good way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my own personal brand of heroine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we choreo-ed. yeahhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we went christmas shopping! it was fun! we spent nearly one hour in cotton on because SOMEONE was fickle and kept changing her mind. right? (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kt was mia. ITS OKAYYY MY DEARR. still loving you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AMIGO! i love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;어떡해 어떡해! taemin love! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i refuse to be rational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have no idea what i want now. im so confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;when people keep things like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i dont like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BACKKK FROM BALLET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it was SO BAD. i couldnt do anything! ): i was scolded alot. ): i lost my back muscles apparently. or my leg muscles. or my arm muscles. despite all my 'work outs' ): I CANT DEVELOPE! ): im so dead. ballet tmr again. it was all i could do to rem my steps! ): i cant walk tmr! ): my legs are still shaking ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;this is what i get for ponning ballet for 2 months. ))))): and a waste of money too. ))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;made my ic today. I LOOK SO UGLY AND I HAVE TO WAIT 15 YEARS TILL I CAN REMAKE IT. OH MY TIAN. WHEN I GET MY IC I WILL HIDE IT WITH MY PARENTS AND NEVER SHOW IT TO ANYONE. NOT EVEN MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;which goes to show i can NEVER take head shots properly. I AM SO DEPRESSED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;almond soya milk is good (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-4629512182525909135?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/4629512182525909135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=4629512182525909135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4629512182525909135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4629512182525909135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-watched-twilight-with-eenette.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-4440731110100568044</id><published>2008-12-21T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:38:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i still miss taiwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHEWWWW can send me all the songs! jay chouuuu and 5566! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there are a lot of long tailed macaques in malaysia. maybe we should go there soon! alot of banded leaf monkeys too. and feeding spots. they actually capture the macaques and chain them. i saw a macaque raise its eyebrows and grab someone's head thingy. wowww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and we stayed at THE LEGEND HOTEL. it reminds me of how there are pool legends and table tennis legends and all their legends in taiwan. but i liked the legend water chalets. it was so cool! we fished but couldnt catch anything. just like WGM! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EEWEN AND KT WATCHED TWILIGHT YTD YTD W/O ME. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i watched it on the 12/12! and 20 min of it in the other room. CLAIRE RENCI ANGIE AND GANG WE MUST GO WATCH IT IN THE THEATRES TOGETHER SOON! (: EDWARD CULLEN LOVESSSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i neeed to do chem math and scrapbook. i dont think i can finish. as ususal. sighhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;on the other hand, there's gathering tmr to play bball and 29th for bbq. yayyyyy looks forward to them! i miss everyone and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i refuse to go for dance. laoshi is going to murder me. so is my ballet teacher. i skipped 2 months of ballet. GREAT. eeeks. i die. i forgot all my steps and all my muscles and flexibility, whatever left of it, is gone. DIEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i dont know how to stick my rhinestones on properly. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i need to focus on happier thoughts. like, i will get my memory book back on the next gathering. THANKS CHEWWWWW (: and that there is about one more week still school re-opens. and i will be SEC FOURRRRRRRRRR SENIORRRRRRRRRRR (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gosh i sound so old. ))':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-4440731110100568044?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/4440731110100568044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=4440731110100568044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4440731110100568044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4440731110100568044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-back-i-still-miss-taiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6250297662846386512</id><published>2008-12-08T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:28:46.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;im still woozy. each time someone talks to me, i just miss them more. I NEVER KNEW I ACTUALLY MISSED THEM SO MUCH UNTIL NOW! oh mannnnns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i will pack up all the stuff i dumped on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i will go sleep away all my headache and heartache.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i will never forget er ban!&lt;br /&gt;i promise i will start on cmps/dance/ballet/homework soon.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i will do everything i missed out on once i come back from malaysia on the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan! dont forget my australian NOUGATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAIWAN 08! &lt;3&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&gt;&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/35323391-6250297662846386512?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6250297662846386512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6250297662846386512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6250297662846386512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6250297662846386512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-trying-to-link-everyone-i-can-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-4382103853267909222</id><published>2008-12-08T13:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:35:59.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I AM BACK FROM TAIWAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have no idea whether t0 be happy or sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i kept my fingernails for SO LONG, they hurt while i type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have a SECRET DIARYYYY which only chew knows about and its full of SECRETS (: i filled it up every night except the last 2 nights by then which i cant be bothered already. i shall have to store the missing nights in my memory forever and ever and ever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;singapore is suffocatingly hot. or maybe its just my wooziness after not sleeping and then getting on a stupidly bouncy plane. i am eating so much now! all my beehoon and kwaytiao and chicken rice and hk milk tea and fishball noodles, laksa ZOMG. wo men shi SHIN JIA PO REN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have just spread out all my stuff in the living room floor and boy, am i not amazed by the amount of space i took up. ALL MY STUFF like literally, including all the packaging. sighhhh. SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;our last day at TAIWAN;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we were given FREE TIME. FOR ONCE! like really really free time without the teachers and stuff! (: we made full use of it! SHOPPING! SHI DA YE SHI! macs sundae! which was rather dumb as hanliu was here. turning at the turny door until security came. our advanture which is a SECRET (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;talking together until 3 am. taking all the caffeine in the world just to stay up. and i did okay! except i feel like hell now. all the secrets went WHOOSH spilling out. i never knew you could be so irritaed with people. especially the SAME people. our GUOTIE PARTY! (: exclusively for sec 3s! 9 boxes of 20 guo ties, i ate the jiu cai! (: soya bean is sickening. sitting 6 people on 1 bed is crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the guys were apparently into confession mode. I HATE BEING INTERROGATED AND I HATE KEEPING SECRETS. i hate being confused. but i wish the couples all the best, please get together NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i thought it was rather odd when terry shiwei and ben went around hugging everyone. it was SO SAD! oh mans. i will totally miss them! and then hong laoshi came and spoilt the fun. ZOMG. annoying shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;next day, 3.30am. i swear the day is so unplanned. SO WOOZY from lack of sleep. i swear the entire 2 years of not sleeping is taking its toil on me. i need to sleep. but anyways, i weighed myself, and i was 49kg. my bags were pitifully overweight too. like 26kg. but the weighing scale is off i swear! my bag was 24 kg only at the airport. though still overweight. i cant imagine how everyone who helped me carry my luggage could stand it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;on the plane. i was SO WOOZY. all the couples sat together how sweet! i wasnt being a good friend at that time cos i was so seriously having a damn headache that it was all i could do to keep my eyes open. after take-off at least. i was so confused talking to the air stewardess i swear she hated me. had to repeat everything 3 times. in different languages. and the toilet is so confusing too! i didnt eat anything at all. felt so puke-ish. my head was spinning my stomach was churning and i didnt dare to talk. or even open my eyes. so i tried to listen to house bunny. HOUSE BUNNY EH! i wanted to watch it for like how long? and i heard the mahi mahi part! but was far too woozy to appreciate it. it wasnt even that good a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;anyways, i started tearing cos my head hurts but i heard NO MORE MA LA and NO MORE SHI YI LOU NO MORE POOL and i was damn sad. ): thanks to ryan who stuffed my gigandous bag up and even tied it, although the original plan was i do it myself. and to joseph who carried it all the way to the baggage place. i saw my family and i couldnt stop tearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;all the hugging, crying, love, handshakes, punches will be in my heart forever. all the exchanged words mean everything. for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I WILL MISS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;creeping around in the middle of the night, whether to other rooms, to refill bottle at the amazingly loud watercooler QING YONG WEN KAI SHUI. or at 11.59pm, taking the lift down to basement to search for my missing camera. and getting frightened out of out wits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;chips and bei bei mian every night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;gossip sessions with chew every night! or sometimes with pearlynn if she doesnt fall asleep first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;bathing with the hot water running and misting up the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;going out in a claustrophobic bus every weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the cold wind hitting against my face and making it crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the nights out in the rooftop dancing, emoing alone, watching the cheerleaders do their thing. i want guys in our team too! then we can do the coolios twist from shoulder and landing in the arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;being stunned at what people say to me and thinking of something smart to say but failing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shopping with renci. looking at the same clothes. trying out hoodie after hoodie after hoodie, not looking when we buy the SAME (zomg) thing. trying to help out the 2 of them! plotting things to do! playing pool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;laughing at claire. her neutral look. her chou lian. her fake smile. stealing her lime juice and her cheese sticks! asking passers-by stupid questions and scaring them off with her hellos. staring at edward cullen and his sometimes perfectly photoshopped face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;xiaowei! her morning greetings which never fail to cheer me up. her refusal to lend me her coolios cam! her exclusive hoodie! her tv streaks! i love hairspray and final destination3 and stuff, but sci-fi is not my thing. her cute look when playing with the duster machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;swatting mosquitoes with my ri ji. on the ceiling. full of blood stains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sleeping at unearthly times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;calling people. getting pranked by whoever is on the line. honestly, dont you think all guys sound alike? and oopsies, since my ears cant pick up too low frequencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sailorboy and his psp! slim, shiny and silvery. BURNOUT DOMINATOR! my own profile is currently: 2 gold medals! (((((: a few percent i think. good enough! i suck at it but i just cant stop playing! hit the YA-LOW ball! 5kg of taiwan xiang chang. SHINY FINGERNAILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wearing my pink fox hoodie which i will never get to wear again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;stealing dbsk and shinee steps for karaoke. prac-ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;being scared by the auditorium. being pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;trying to help the 2 of them get together, but getting bad response. i think i should seriously stop cos it is not working. and it will make both of them hate me. no more notes/changing seats/locking them out of my room. they should get togther! i approve! so sweet and awkward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;playing pool! i have only played like 4 times so far and i totally suck at it and i need someone to tell me what to do. someone like jordan or ryan my advisor! no matter how much i hate the slightlies or the finger hitting shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;oh my advisor! winning me in EVERYTHING we do. like seriously everything! splashing, walking, cycling, heartbeat, fatburn, running, moonwalk, strength, chest muscle, rowing, carrying heavy bags, EGO aura, pool. even being my advisor, he wins. GREAT. but he loses to sailorboy. because i distracted him apparently. OOPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;eating in the basment. ma la? no thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;16 degrees celsius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my top bunk. jumping down every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ignoring pearlynn every 6.45am. rolling all the way in so she cant reach me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;being so anxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;bei-ing shis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;drinking water in the morning, making excuses not to drink them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;squat toilets. or maybe not. going to the guys' one cos there was a long queue at the girls'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;taiti/cheat/bridge/speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OCEAN PARK! viking/pirate ride/spin spin ones. laughing at the guys who without fail touches their hair after the ride. shouting raffles down the slides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;class grow and his bishan gay look! 8) like this! making him NOT drop his mike. not letting him copy the steps. poise-ing for his coolios cam. his bimbo and hot poses. taiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shiwei the rugby player and the 300m tall guy. zomg i cant stand his lame jokes. the how big is your memory card one. oh mans. hand punch! guys forever! dont ever try to interrogate me in the lift again! if we go down again, i will laugh at you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mabel! at first you used to scare me! but you are just like a big sister! i swear! you are so strong! strength of 10 people! so animated talking about things! the classic look on your face whenever pearlynn tries to kiss you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;angieeeeeeeeee! you are ALWAYS there i swear, whenever i need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;! dont be sad when you dont buy stuff. i get SO SAD when i dont spend, that i will completely ignore everyone. seriously. take care of KI KI THE KILLERWHALE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KAYYYYY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;naichas! chocolate ones/ caramel ones especially cos they taste like melted pearls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;food! taiwan xiang chang, ji pai, lei cha, muachi, niu jiao mian bao, dao xiao mian not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;liu qi people, esp the nice gor gor who bought us naicha! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mai laoshi and lin laoshi who we will never see again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CAI LAHOSHI AND LIN LAOSHI who treats us to naicha and lu wei and forces us to go for break every hour and in the end gives us breaks every half an hour cos we fall asleep in class, gives us time to prac karaoke and tells us answers for our tests! wo man zai er gui di hui dao le xin jia po dan wo hui yong yuan xiang nian ni men de!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;being not a part of reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;going for hot spring, but not daring to go in cos one, renci is not there with me, two, i am wearing my bright swim suit and three, I CANT SEE A THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;taking the lift 10 times up and down cos the door refuses to open at the 5th floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;being mean and ignoring mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;talking behind backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;asking marcus every single day who the GIRL is. and he refuses to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;trying out the eye reading thing on sailor boy cos he cooperates and has big eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;terry's playing jay chou pu gong ying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shida, shiyi lou, the auditorium, washing machines, basement, room 504&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;eating, jerry, celina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;bedcheck man! whatever happened to the luo zhi xiang and dbsk masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;slapping tons of moisturizer and lipbalm on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ROOMMATES! waking up this morning to quietness and no LINNN LINNNN WALK UP ITS SEVEN ALREADY when it is SO NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pearlynn and her endless swoonings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;chloe and her noises when she sleeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CHEWWWWW and all we talk about at night! MY LIPS ARE SEALED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;packing together, squishing everything together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;talking to some people. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;going for lessons! except for kungfu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;exams! or moaning for it anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dj max on roxanne's psp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my exclassmate guy, key guy, cousin guy, kibum guy, guy who looks like exclassmate guy, gay guy. i miss those names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;playing the crazy guitar game as a class! one key each! mine was the down key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;crying together to sad songs! graduation, you'll be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mingdao school! everyone was so nice! i miss maggie! (: tou hao dbsk fans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;chew reading my secret diary and commenting on the contents of it! like who i always talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;choreography. or not. since i always complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;raffles cheers with guys! oh man i never knew the cheers could sound like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;milk green tea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;class grow's weird noises ESP MUNCH MUNCH. into the mic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;joseph's weird name? his evil smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SEE PEARLYNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;seeing a rat in the basment eeewwwwwwcccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkssssssssssssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have loads more to say, loads more to post about! loads more, waiting to spill out of my diary/my head. BUT IM TIRED, MY HEAD IS SPINNING and i cnat stand it anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wanted to do shout-outs to special someones but i guess not now. SOME OTHER DAY KAYYYY!&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/35323391-4382103853267909222?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/4382103853267909222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=4382103853267909222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4382103853267909222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4382103853267909222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-back-from-taiwan-i-have-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6878342744156244641</id><published>2008-11-05T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:32:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;last day of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ice skating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kpop concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so blessed! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;too sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fill in blanks tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;in short,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;junjin/wondergirls/andy/jewelry/chaeyeon/v.o.s/2pm/u-kiss/kimjongwook&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6878342744156244641?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6878342744156244641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6878342744156244641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6878342744156244641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6878342744156244641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-466856155902735916</id><published>2008-10-27T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:55:00.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY BLOGGG IS OFFICIALLY WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to save it but its not working. all the alignments are wrong and like the music is totally not playing and there are missing stuff everywhere and like MY HTML IS ALL WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-466856155902735916?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/466856155902735916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=466856155902735916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/466856155902735916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/466856155902735916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bloggg-is-officially-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-5089299653015389989</id><published>2008-10-26T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:04:38.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;omggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kyungtae is on youtube. muahaha. i like tell me. but i dont like wonder girls. i prefer snsd. maybe cos they are in sm. i want to join sm too! sighhhh. and omgggg. why does the whole world like wonder girls? EWWW. they are like young but sexy wannabes. i dunno. i better run before their fans thrash me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AND OMGGG. apparently, SOME GROUP did purple line with the SAME PARTS SAME STEPS and everything before us. since we were kind of the last. BUT STILL. AND THEY ARE ON YOUTUBE. AND THE POINT IS THEY LOOK COOLER THAN US. OMGGGG. THEY LOOK SO MUCH BETTER. AND GUESS WHAT. THEY ARE FROM RJ. OMGGGG. sunchao's friends? OMGGGG. THEY ARE FREAKING GOOD. its so scaryyyyyy. OMGGGG. i totally should have done love like oxygen and mirotic instead. LIKE TOTALLYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so embarrassed. i am never going near novena EVER. and honestly, i never want to hear PURPLE LINE or see the steps (except for the point point one which i love so bad cos i look so cool)  AND WE TOTALLY DID NOT GET TO DO SHINEE. so upsetting. if there's such a word yoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGG. i love lisa's perfume. EENETTE HWAITING!&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/35323391-5089299653015389989?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/5089299653015389989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=5089299653015389989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5089299653015389989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5089299653015389989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/10/omggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-167393768382145301</id><published>2008-10-25T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:53:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PSBNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i didnt post cos i was SO TIRED. i havent slept since eyas lurhhhh. check out my eye bags yoz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it was great! i miss my shiperstar, my 112 classics, my comms and stuff and everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the drinks were real gross. REAL GROSS. everything that could go wrong went wrong. but PSB NIGHT GAMES COMM OT MADE IT RIGHT AGAIN YOZ. (: it was my last organising something. like, first and last time heading a comm. IT WAS THE BEST. my last day as an official psl. but they are right. you dont need a badge to peer support right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;INTERCLASS KARAOKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i cant believe we got 2nd! (: 800 bucks worth of vouchers! (: so happy! (: with NUMB by linkin park. which i used to like, but hated it. and now i like it again! (: YAYYYY all our hang banging shit yoz paid off! (x we were like totally having our own high up there while everyone else was like EHHHHHHHHHH.? we were so LOUD. screaming our lungs out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KPOP CONTEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;omgggg. all 4 days of work? and omgggg. i totally didnt sleep last night just to learn the dance steps. and early in the morning, freaking out so badly. and omgggg. dancing in my living room with lisa. and then all that clothes trying. which was kind of funny. and then we go there and we find our friends waiting for us which is so SWEET. and then our names were not on the list and cant register and we were like what?! and LISA went and threw a mini bitch fit and kept going on about their crapo system and how we totally registered and how irresponsible they are. and then, the minho guy totally relented. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and then we ate and prac-ed and i sweated like a mad pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i saw sunchao! and naaaadia. and dayna sim, emily, steph, EENETTE wong. wanhui and friend. and omgggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i missed cmps. and i am missing dance right now. I AM SO DEAD TMR, COS TMR IS PERFORMANCE AND I TOTALLY PONNED PRAC TODAY. I AM SO GOING TO GET IT TMR. but tmr is tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WE ARE KP068. EENETTE HWAITING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yes. our group name is kind of eenette. and haha, we told the whole world that before our thing and the guy was like eenette as in like E NET? and we were like telling him about how its our friend and she couldnt come. haha. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;everyone totally cheered when we announced PURPLE LINE DBSK and REPLAY SHINEE! (: just that after we danced, i cant rem whether there was like applause or not. ): i think we were not good sighhhh. AND THEY FREAKING FADED THE MUSIC OFF SO EARLY. we barely finished purple line and i havent even got to my REPLAY chorus then they faded it off. SO IRRITATING GOSH. i cant do purple line but i was looking forward to showing SHINee SO BADLY! i had this mad impulse to show replay to everyone but it did not happen! arghh. SO PISSED lah. i forgot my steps alot alot. and argghhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we didnt get in, i dont think kyungtae did. mainly singers got in, except for the wonder girls irony i think. not sure. THEY OSTRACISED DANCE. i thought we did fine. a bit messy. I TOTALLY FORGOT MY STEPS HALFWAY, BUT I PRETENDED THAT I KNEW. anyways, i am so going to sing next time lurhhh. and i am so going for auditions if sm is coming. like totally. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I CANT BELIEVE the yeohangul group got in. and&lt;/span&gt; our friends, KP067, 17 this year, who sang UNFORGETTABLE SO SWEETLY SO SO SO SWEETLY did not get in. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THE JUDGES ARE SO BLIND.&lt;/span&gt; oh right, and our gap friend, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;omggg. lisa's humongous brown contacts are so SCARY. she looks so diff. like some freaking caucasian vampire. but YAYY LISA we were so cool! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wanhui is so good at coloring eyes. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i feel so bad cos im missing a lot of things. just for this thing. which didnt even, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BUT ANYWAYS. WE TOTALLY GET TO GO FOR KPOP CONCERT YAYYYYYYYYY! (: LETS LETS LETS GO FOR KPOP CONCERT! (: i wish suju and shinee and dbsk are coming. ): but yayyyyyyyyy at least i get to go! (: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lisa's totally gonna pester them is they decide to cheat us of our tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;omgggg i am so random now. and i totally want to get coolios contacts. omgggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I AM SO EMBARRASSED. I WILL NEVER GO TO NOVENA EVER. EVER. and i never NEVER want to hear purple line or replay/boom track ever again. NEVER NEVER NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CANT WAIT TO SEE WONDER GIRLS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CANT WAIT FOR TAIWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CANT WAIT FOR MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CANT WAIT FOR MIROTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-167393768382145301?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/167393768382145301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=167393768382145301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/167393768382145301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/167393768382145301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/10/psbnight-i-didnt-post-cos-i-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-655675629057846772</id><published>2008-10-14T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:11:21.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I JUST READ MY LAST YEAR BIRTHDAY POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EEEEE. im so embarrassed. i sound like some emo kid trying to get attention. cos im just so lucky, yet i can never realise how lucky i really am. HONESTLY. but i did feel a bit lonely last year. UNLIKE THIS YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE MY MONKEYS (: cmps today was worthwhile. although i missed cherie's get together. when i could be playing with my friends, i am instead working with my friends. but i dont mind. (: i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH. SPECIAL THANKS TO EUNICE CHONG PEIQI AND HER MOMMY WHO HAS BECOME MY OFFICIAL CHAFFEUR COS SHE DRIVES ME AROUND EVERYWHERE. THANKS (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am going to love kyungtae's present to me. ONCE AGAIN. I HAVE JUST DECIDED TO USE MY FAT LITLLE PINK PEN. (: this time, shes feeding my craze for dbsk and edward cullen. OH GOSH. shes the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my official birthday was 15 min ago, at 10.55pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;50 min left of my SPECIALY DAYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont feel any different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;last year i was so emotional-rollercoaster-ish. NOW I AM SLEEPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and oopsie my games stuff was due 10 min ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I CANT WAIT FOR CHEER TRYOUTS. i am SO going to try out for cheerleading next year! (: (i just sounded like some sec 1 who wishes to join cheer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ONEWWWW ONEWWWW ONEWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-655675629057846772?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/655675629057846772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=655675629057846772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/655675629057846772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/655675629057846772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-read-my-last-year-birthday-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3961182074239155586</id><published>2008-10-14T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:54:57.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just spent my whole day on cmps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i know i will continue to spend the rest of my day doing cmps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from 12 this morning, my last day of 14-dom, i have been doing cmps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;until now. well, i just got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUT TODAYYY IS MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my birthdayyyyy! the day i have been waiting for since 14 oct 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yayyyeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was at chong's house today, doing the irritating but so chio scrapbook. and then, MONKEY BUSINESS decided to monkey around with ME. AND PRANKED ME. just like that day i was watching shinee's yunhanam ep 11 and i wanted to plant a camera oh someone. SO THEY PRANKED ME. they were like EHHHHH MS ONG WAS IN SCHOOL AT 4 plus! shes calling you steph! she sounds really pissed. oh noooo. and then, EHHHH HURRY SHES CALLING US! ITS ON LOUDSPEAKER, SHE NEEDS TO TALK TO US ALL! HURRY LIN HURRY QUICK COME. and then i was like quite irritated. cos i never liked to be disrupted from my work. like, not even to eat. so i was like running out in this really sian manner. when suddenly, SURPRISE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i was like :o literally. for a long long time. there was this SUPER PINK HEART cake! (: with ONEW'S PICTURE ON IT!!!!!! as well as his autograph and like happy birthday lin. ((((: i was IN SHOCK. speechless. shock. shock. I LOVE ONEW. last night i was still hesistating between YUNHO/TAEMIN/ONEW/SUNGMIN/HEECHUL. but now. i see the one. ITS ONEW. ITS SO ONEW. I LOVE THE ONEW CONDITION MORE THAN ANYTHING LAHHH. ONEW ONEW ONEW. (: and yunho. yunho! onew! i kind of like eeteuk too. see the trend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i was so certain there was a hidden camera somewhere can! i was like WHERE IS MY HIDDEN CAMERAAAAAA. in chong's green fish tank! but OH MY GOSHHHH. i cant believe i never realised it! i mean, it was SO OBVIOUS!. i went out to get scissors, but i NEVER noticed dayna trying to hide it, OR her almost saying it out, OR janelle's LOOK, OR eunice's mom's CUT CAKE. oh my goshhh lah, i was so sure i would never fall for anything like this. BUT IT WAS NICE (: i like surprises (: I LIKE ONEW. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which is whyyyyy i love my birthday! and I TOTALLY LOVE ALL MY MONKEYS! steph/emily/chong/eenette/dayna/janelle! yayyyyyyy MONKEY BUSINESS IS THE BESTEST YAYY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and EEWEN! who totally stayed up late to msg me at 12 sharp, interrupting my shinee's real and my mini mahjong game. BUT I LOVE YOUUUU EEWEN. (: and TIAN! who wished me a BIG FAT birthday. which reminds me. i ate 2 cakes today. ONE CHOCO with PINK CREAM, and NORMAL with FRUITS. i am so going to gain weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uh ohhh. my psb night games due in 5 mins. NOW I GET HOW JO-ANN/EENETTE FEELS. HAVING TO WORK THROUGH YOUR BIRTHDAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GO AWAY THROAT PAIN AND MIGRAINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE MY 112. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE ONEWWW (: my new boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3961182074239155586?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3961182074239155586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3961182074239155586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3961182074239155586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3961182074239155586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-spent-my-whole-day-on-cmps.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3963027829628445819</id><published>2008-09-23T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:51:24.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am so ANGRY at myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im wasting time here cos im so angry at myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SO OBVIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THANKS EENETTE WONG! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3963027829628445819?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3963027829628445819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3963027829628445819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3963027829628445819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3963027829628445819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/09/shinee-shinee-i-am-so-angry-at-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-2837095278499193012</id><published>2008-09-01T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:50:46.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;teacher's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YAYYYY ALL OUR HARD WORK PAID OFF! (: it was so good to hear all the laughing and clapping and cheering! even though im still quite sad that we cant do batch dance. YAY FOR TEACHER'S DAY OT/EENETTE/JO-ANN/SEC4S (: even though the sound system was bad. but yayyyyyy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;went back to rulang. saw mrs chan and cai lao shi. they cant rem who we are! ohh mannns. but mrs chan remembered that i was lazy. sighhhh. of all things to rem. and i cant really recognize all my ex-classmates. i just wave back. but now i can! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pizzahut! good things come to those who wait. though im sorry for pangsei-ing the others. neos. eeek. IM SO GOING TO LEARN ICE SKATING. monopoly is fun kayyyyy! (: yayyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DINNER AT SOME CLASSY ITALIAN PLACE. omggg, it was so cool! i ate SO MUCH LAHHHH. there was this toppingless pizza bread, tomatoes on bread, honeydew with ham and lettuce, FABULOUS spaghetti, humongous hawaiian pizza, humongous something else pizza, and beef lasagna which didnt taste as good as the one i made, lots of pistachio ice cream which tastes like marzipan, strawberry ice cream, chocolate mousse which tastes really good with sprinkled cheese. AND THE SERVINGS WERE HUGE. i love that place! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ICE SKATING. kyungtae is so funny, she keeps falling on her butt. me is on my hands. sighhhh. and there's this qianbian person who i dont like. at all. and the micky mouse guy who looks like my cousin. ZERO EXPERIENCE IGNORE HIM! haha IM SO GOING TO LEARN FIGURE SKATING AND NOTHING IS GOING TO STOP ME. (: even dance. muahahaha. I WANT TO BE A PRO ICE SKATER THEN I CAN JOIN THE ICE TOURS. zomggggg! i feel so depressed! i want to learn so much! but im wasting my time in school. I AM DEFINITELY LEARNING FIGURE SKATING, NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAYYYYYYY. FIGURE SKATING IM COMING!!!!!! (: and so is my birthday! yayyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wanna be an ice princess too! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE SHINee!!!!. okayy, when they debuted, i completely ignored them. but i was so depressed over my broken breaking dawn [how ironic], that i totally fell in love with them! zomggg. I LOVE TAEMIN! hes only 15, and this is what he always says when someone asks him if he likes his hyungs: i like dancing! i have been dancing since the 3rd year of elementary school! (: and this is how he introduces himself: im taemin, and im at the 3rd year of middle school. haha. he dances really well! (: i love noona is so pretty! and love like oxygen! (: noona nomu yeh bbeo myuncheong replay replay replay.  [i think] and sensul gateun neo. [i think once again.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOO HOO! I JUST CAME BACK FROM SKATINGZZZZZ. im learning in-line then i move to on ice with junyu! currently, there's some hourglass thing back and forth, some toe jump, one feet balancing and some toe heel move. junyu promised she will teach me. YAYYYYY. its like a dream coming true! (: now all i need is my prince charming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-2837095278499193012?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/2837095278499193012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=2837095278499193012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2837095278499193012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2837095278499193012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/09/teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6695838474595075641</id><published>2008-08-24T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:35:21.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i must update tonight, or i will be letting myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whoa. so much has happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so if i missed anything worth blogging about, must tell me kayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;breaking dawn. its good. ive only read it once but its not with me anymore. ): i only held it for 2 days. but its okayy coz im getting it back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dark knight. with chong and kt after nat day. linktec&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ARGH. i lost the whole chunk about how THE JOKER WAS SO GOOD. yeahhhh. he was awesone fabulous! he was totally like jack sparrow can.  JOHNNY DEPP! (: i was abit scared of him at first, esp at the trailer of narnia. but he was SO GOOD. the tongue-licking, he way he talks, the things he does. his plans are so cool! seriously, i dont know how he plans it but it just happens! and then jiya and charlotte were laughing at the hospital scene where he was in the nurse suit (x and i didnt really understand dark knight. well, we tried analysing it, me and chong, but we cant rem what happened in it! as in the whole storyline. but its on imdb, i totallly love that place! the main themes include: THE TWO SIDES OF HUMANITY represented by the scary guy's half burnt face/his lucky two headed but one side charred coin/masks etc. coolios right. it was totally GOTHIC and ROMANTIC lit. (x and a lot of dark elements. but coolios right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i embarrassed myself in front of the whole school. TWICE. once was RHD where it was a bit weird. indian a jones! and morning assembly zomg. felt like i was doing it all wrong. but it was ok i guess. in fact, quite fun eh! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i missed supreme court from very long ago! OMGGGG. i wanted to be a lawyer! tehy talk like this: from page 278 para 383 line 847 -------- agree or disagree. i didnt relaly understand but nvm! they were SO GOOD. they knew what they were talking about and what they wanted to know and the judge was so scary but good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my ballet exam was BAD ): i suck at it ): omggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i need to post more. i really missed out on a lot. then when i grow up and read my posts, i will find alot of missing holes in my life. but sec 3 is understandable. so busy where got time to write down everything? its only once in a while like this can? sighhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OLYMPICS. a bit the late i know. cos tmr closing ceremony already. so fast right. i like phelps! he's so cool! and he has a 12000 kcal diet daily! and hes so tall and skinny. and he always be at the end, but somehow, he will win the race. even by 0.01s. sucks to lose by that eh. and bolt. who i didnt watch much. dont know why, i fell asleep during the opening ceremony, kept seeing weightlifting 48kg 58kg 68kg each time i on the tv. its a very depressing sport know. its like so straining. sighh. then when i walked into the canteen it become weightlifting! again. zomgg. i think quah ting wen did well! chong must train hard to go for olympics next year and so 409 can miss class and go airport to fetch her home. again. except that there is no olympics next year. haha. roger federer lost. swimming was so cool! who's park taehwan? i dont understand boxing and taekwondo. gym was so cool! i watched everything! zomgggg. some ppl fell down, but they were so cool about it. if it was me i will CRY. table tennis was funny. (x good job team singapore! though technically its like china against china. china has so many gold medals. pm lee is so nice to reschedule his speech! i rem when i was young, i wanted to DIE whenever he makes his speech. cos i cant watch ANY channel. and i have no cable tv. cos i used to watch too much and my parents decided it was bad for my grades. not like it made much of a difference anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS IS THE TOPICE FOR TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; ORA 85th DINNER thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;psb-anne-deborah-peixin-jasmine-chong-lin-pb-trisha-sarah-zongmin-zhenling-juliet-liqi-alot more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;omgggg it was so HIGH CLASSY! at the regent. so cool! it was so pretty and symmetric and the staff was so NICE. the toilet was cool! and there were those little glass things which hold nuts and chips. and the drinks guy was so polite. this is exactly what he said: do you want coke or sprite? this one? ohhhh. do you want ice? here. (x and i went around bluffing people i was drinking beer! cos there was this slice of lemon. (x haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;basically, everyone was so RICH. zomgggg. 50 bucks is like 50 cents to many of them. there was this guy who took out 2 50 notes. he was like take it. just take it. i was like :0 . and the most memorable was this guy who told me either he give 50 or if i can get 10 tickets from diff book then he will take them all. so i did it (x haha. he was like: wow i am so impressed! but it was easy right? no? okayyy but it was definitely worth it right. yeah. it was the first time i saw a 100 note! i was shaking lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i saw mrs deborah tan with her husband. as in i saw her on tv for sports school. but i really miss her so much! she is so nice! we were hiding under the stairs and she actually walked over to talk to us when so many people wanted to talk to her! omggg. and she didnt even know us. its just cos we were wearing formal u. she said: hi girls! are you guys doing duty tonight? ohh thats nice. and she bought tickets from us! as in, she got her husband to buy, although he already bought alot! and he was definitely generous. he was like: here. i knew this was going to happen. principal must support rgs girls. i expected it already. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everyone was so nice to us! its like they were ALL SO GENEROUS. and they just gave and gave and gave! (: i feel so happy (: and there was this video where we saw CHERIE/ZANN/AMANDA CHOO/NATASHA my 112ers! (: so proud of them! and we started jumping like mad fans! i think right, the rj/ri school song sounds a bit funny. (: and when we sang our school song, OMG. it sounded so SURROUND SONG and so mature and grown up. mainly cos carmee lim was leading. it was so loud i couldnt hear myself! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and alot of teachers were there too! ms low [who can rem all our names!], ms koh, mrs tay, mrs chew, ms tay, mr lau, ms tk wong, this laoshi who's going to taiwan and many others! they were so nice! MR CHANG was so generous! as in at first he was like didnt really want to buy it. then right, i told him later that i was desperate. so he was really generous! (x i felt a bit bad later. but ALL THAT will go to student funds for us, and cos we got 5000, there will be 500 for pb. which will go to icyl. SEE I AM SO NICE OMGGG. peixin finished everything on 1 table. AMAZINGGG. im quite happy though i didnt finish everything. nice to sweet talk people. this guy was like woah you very persuasive, nvm i buy this much can already. like whatt?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 course dinner zomg! we went for the 3rd, 8th, 9th and 10th course. and i was so full! cos there was sandwiches and stuff. but omgggg. PRAWNS/CHICKN/MIAN/DESSERT the thing i have been waiting for for the whole night. TANGYUAN ftw! ((((((: and omgggg. MY FIRST SALARY! (: ive worked for 5 hrs and earned 20. so the rate is 4 bucks per hr. not bad. better than macs. OMGGGG MY TURNING POINT IN LIFE. MY DEFINITIVE MOMENT. i am never going to spend that 20 dollars and i will frame it up and hang it on the wall. i thought ms lily was from mediacorp cos she really looked like that actress from the 9 oclock show! (x anways, back to dinner. i took over pris chew's seat. she was so nice about it lahh! THANKS PRIS CHEWWWWW. and ANTHEA TAI. and xinping! hahaha. PAP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was the entertainment! (((x ohhh i forgot, the stairs was so nice and curvy. and i started doing the so long farewell dance. you know, the small girl crawling up the stairs. (x then i stood up and i was like, no security cams here right! i love sprite with lemon and ice and peanuts! (: and tangyuan of cos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i took the pen and book. its so cool lah! (: im never going to use it. i have good slicing bi dao skills now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you know, there was this part where the emcee announced the obedient rgs girls at the BACK. at this time, me and chong were walking forward. so we quickly went back to our station. haha. and omg suddenly everyone turned around and we were like woah! the emcee was so funny! haha i thought he was drunk when he staretd singing weird songs. and talking about his turban and which guy went to rgs. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and and and.the lucky draw! at least i help someone win 2 prizes. good enough! mine is 11 something one! (x i felt so bad for the rest who bought but didnt win. OMGGGG. THE GOH WAS THAT GUYYYY THE ABIDIN RASHEED GUYYYY WHO DID THE FABULOUS SS SPEECH! OMGGGGGGGGGGG. he threw the stubs into the air, and missed, (x then he put one ticket in his pocket. and then jess was so funny! cos we wanted the big prize. her no was 1601. then the emcee was like 16...and we started screaming! haha. and then he said 9. and we started screaming again. turned out that it was 1691. jess was so angry lah! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;good thing it was a 10 course dinner. so poor us get to eat food. at the end, no one could eat anymore, so we ate for them! (: and i liked the food! alot alot alot alot! i love their dresses too! all looked so pretty and dressed up! while WE look like waiters. omggg seriously! our uniform is the SAME. esp OURS. pb is better. but we really look at waitresses can! im so greedy! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i so glad i went for it. i missed ballet. but it was worth it. i like formal u. BOO to those who didnt want to go. thanks to anthea for that inspiring speech on priorities! (x haha kidding. thanks to chong for fetching me home so late at night! and im so sorry you had to go out of the way and then you waited 45 mins for me to fulfil my dream of eating the dessert. and your mom had to wait too ): and the food. and thanks to everyone else for putting up with my nonsense for one whole night! dont know how chewlin and chloe are going to stand me for a whole month! [im officially missing 1monthx4weeksx3timesaweekx3hours=36hours of syf prac. that is, if i get in. which i hope i will. but im keeping my fingers extremely tightly crossed.] sorry for being a bit irritating at times. thanks for giving in to me. sorry to those who i accidentally stepped on cos i was being too excited. sorry to those i PERSUADED to buy the tickets. must support rgs no matter what! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i saw stacey. she was so mature and pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to be the new richard singing capt! woohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my eyes are so small. ^^ like slits. im sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOOK. its 1:09 just now. SO LATE. i need my beauty sleep. i will post more if i can remember. the next definitive moment of my life, i will post kayyyy. i want to go to fancy dinners like this. then i can wear pretty dresses and look pretty and give out money like its free. omgggg. im kidding. i like the way i am. kind of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHEWLIN WE GO TOGETHER! alwayyyyys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p.s. INJECTION FOR TAIWAN. i DONT WANT. that time for hk i cried ): and i have to take the VERY SAME ONE AGAIN. so depressing. it was so painful can! and health check up. must find blood group. i didnt even know mine for hk and they didnt care. BUT IT WILL BE SO PAINFUL! like pricking your finger and collecting 1 drop of blood. that time the stupid bee stung my during chinese and i cried alot [it swelled and my thumb looks pregnant. I THOUGHT THE BEE WAS MY HAIR. it was on my ear and i brushed it ARGH] the sting didnt cause any blood. and i cried so bad. WHAT IF THEY HAVE TO GET BLOOD? whyyy dont i just use the allules method? I TRIED BEFORE ONCE. my dad was ab, mom bo. so my possbilities are bo, ao, or ab. A BIT THE BROAD HUH. &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/35323391-6695838474595075641?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6695838474595075641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6695838474595075641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6695838474595075641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6695838474595075641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-must-update-tonight-or-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8352544329412187730</id><published>2008-07-18T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:16:15.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THATS IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im an official FANPIRE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love edward cullen. beyond description. but its the edward in the books. NOT ROBERT PATTISON EWW. okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love jacob. he is so cute! but only one year older than me. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND MOST OF ALL, CAM GIGANDET who plays JAMES who is freaking hot i swear! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and alice and jasper are the best looking cullens. which is rather disappointing cos the movie is not going the way i expected. sighhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i took this facebook quiz TWICE and both times i got EDWARD CULLEN. so if i believe it, i will have stranger life/ existence than bella: i love edward. i am edward. i love myself. i love jacob. i love james. UGH. loving all the wrong people at the same time. IM A WEREPIRE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spazzing out. NOW MY DREAM IS TO BE AN ACTRESS. i told my dad [who i just told a few weeks ago that i am going to be a lawyer and nothing will change my mind.] guess what he said. I WILL GIVE YOU 3 MONTHS BEFORE YOU CHANGE YOUR FUTURE OCCUPATION AGAIN.  haha what! (x and before this i have wanted to be edward cullen, bella swan, jacob black, cam gigandet, leonardo dicaprio, claire danes, sm town-er, superstar, super model, director, high judge, air stewardess, tv host, hollywood star, background dancer in cool shows, radio dj LIN SQUARED!, news reporter, news caster, photographer, conservationalist, rich taitai, renowned writer, fashion designer, hair stylist, principal, doctor, social worker, psychatrist, shopkeeper.....and the list goes on and on. sighhhhh. BUT ITS ALRIGHT, cos i believe that God has plans for me and that whatever i will be in the future is all in His hands. (: i am sure there is a reason for everything that happens to me. so i will not be sad over things i should not be sad about. and i will do my best for all that i am taking up that i have to do my best for. just like i am here for what i am here for. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for now, as predicted by ms lee kyungtae, i will study hard, and write a novel about forbidden romance just like twilight, get my novel renowned, ensure that i am famous, get my famous novel made into a movie, then become an actress so i can act in my own movie. THIS IS BECAUSE IT IS SO COOL TO BE ON A MOVIE SET, WHERE EVERYONE FOLLOWS YOU AND ONLY YOU AND YOU CAN GO AROUND DOING YOUR OWN THINGS. COOL RIGHT! while i am at that, i might as well become my own director. and then i can fangirl at my fabulous film!. oops. nevermind, you dont get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8352544329412187730?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8352544329412187730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8352544329412187730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8352544329412187730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8352544329412187730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7962815479087737979</id><published>2008-07-08T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:09:33.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE MY BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he freaking kicked the PC, which broke the thumbdrive sticking out of it, which contains EVERY SINGLE ONE of my freaking seven pts plu cmps. and i stupidly DID NOT SAVE IT anywhere else except for in the thumbdrive. AND HE FREAKING KICKED IT. AND BROKE IT. ALL THE WEEKS I SPENT ON THE SILLY PTS ARE ALL WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i get the blame for not taking it out after use. LIKE I HAD TO USE IT 24/7 and I ONLY WENT OUT FOR A SHORT WHILEEE. NOT EVEN 8 pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I JUST REALISED I DID NOT SAVE ANYTHING AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. so much pts due THIS WEEK. AND MY WORK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there he goes, strolling around the house COMPLAINING HOW HE HAS A REALLY SELFISH SISTER WHO DOES NOT LET HIM USE THE COMPUTER AND NEVER WONDERS WHY IS IT THAT I CANNOT EVEN SLEEP AT 1 NOW BECAUSE I HAVE TO RUSH OUT THE BLOODY PTS. AND how shit he is. and now hes watching this stupid show where the girls run around in bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM THINK IM GOING NUTS FROM DOING THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love TDOT08! (: gonna be a blast and you know it! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7962815479087737979?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7962815479087737979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7962815479087737979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7962815479087737979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7962815479087737979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-5648882287579379564</id><published>2008-07-03T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:15:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ESPRESSIONE 3 WAS THE LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;suffering post concert blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss being pissed over countless rehearsals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss eating crap food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss logs weird weird things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss rushing out to plaza sing then back in less than 45 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss waiting for shih lin to open, and then buying like 500 packets of chicken and bubble tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss rushing around looking for ppl/costumes/glitter/brown eye shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss being with THE HUMANNEQUINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss batch dance. now that its over, it runs in my head all the time&lt;br /&gt;i miss rushing back to the quick change room to change for latin/batchdance/diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss getting blisters/bruises/eyebags [maybe not]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss that few minutes of fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the choking smoke which stinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss buying tickets for everyone then losing count of my accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss decorating the door like some fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss pretending to be pregnant with the sarong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss walking around undressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss messing up my eyeliner like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the weirdo but pretty eyelashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss signing photo with eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the tattoo session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the seniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss tearing NOT CRYING after the whole thing was over, because it just struck me that it actually was over. our last dance concert. and our seniors will be leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss being pushed on stage with flowers then running off again cos i cant find anzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss eenette/wenying/shijin/meiying/shiharn/zanthe/megan/ruifen/brintha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss bubble tea and junk food all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the bananas papayas watermelons mangoes honeydews apples strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss going to far east to get things last minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss walking glamly out of class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the big mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss my juniors too. and my seniors ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss having a nightmare about shanette's jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss being so sick i practically sleep all day, sniff alot, cough like mad, sore throat, feeling hot and cold at the same time. [desiree hi5] NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss thousand miles/technologic/TOMA/it was all in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss spray painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss laughing at shijin's spazzo pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss chocolates and brownies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss white and liquid liner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss shijin's jinfu and wen's brendan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss ripping my sarong doing the diamonds kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss dance night 08 and i know its not going to happen ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss hugging longchuan/ally/lynn to steal their glitter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss running to the sec 1s for more glitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss frantically wiping off brown and reapplying blue eyeshadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss getting stuff from everyone then forgetting to thank them cos we are all in a rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss prac-ing until some unearthly hour like 8 then sleeping in class the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss getting history lesson by this stranger guy and waiting until 9 for 105 to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss climbing up and down to the 3rd floor and then taking over quick change room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the spiral staircase and the haunted altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss eenette's dripping eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss eenette's tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss shijin's bouquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss meiying's scary stories. incredible tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss dancing to balloons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss tech runs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss soggy watermelon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss shihui the ex richard cheer capt and the seniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss calling kunhang KH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the big brown guy/fungi/pangsai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss worrying whether my ear hole will close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss hongkong and all the things i missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss dance comm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss adrenaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss HUMMANNEQUINS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MEMORIES. when can we watch that freaking video! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i cant believe my mom came. this is the first time she ever came for my concert. and that huge sunflower bouquet! LOVESSS (: and now i have a total of  2 and half pink flowers, 6 pink ribbons, and i love CHONG/EEWEN/JIEMIN/TIANYI/YIHONG/MOMMY. (: and all the gifts from ppl trying to fatten me up! (: yayyy (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss psb08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss psl sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss doing proposals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss mgms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss gms. i cant believe i went to school just for it. im so freaking sick now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the spsls08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss the special everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-5648882287579379564?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/5648882287579379564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=5648882287579379564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5648882287579379564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5648882287579379564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/07/espressione-3-was-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6392276047478420996</id><published>2008-06-16T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:25:20.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I REALLY NEED TO REDEFINE MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos im really a selfish person. who does not care about what the others are thinking. like seriously. which is damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i have been mia-ing for so long. and i really have not been making an effort. OH GOSH. i just go around thinking about this and that and never actually noticing the things right in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant even sound serious plus intellectual plus meaningful even if i tried to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;false sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were all dreams and dreams they are fated to be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AISH. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6392276047478420996?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6392276047478420996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6392276047478420996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6392276047478420996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6392276047478420996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-really-need-to-redefine-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-2190620990404030221</id><published>2008-06-15T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:54:41.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS MY 112! every single twelver! im so proud of 112. i have never been more proud of any class, but here we go. fantabulous class onetwelve! OHMYGOSH. i cant believe i didnt talk to them for so long! i am so bad! ))): but ahhh. need to catch up. I NEED TO HAVE ANOTHER PSL SESSION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY 112 PSLS! amanda darrell desiree jo-ann joou nora/ chionging proposals and 5 hundred emails per second trying to craft a proposal. we so need THE SLEEPOVER!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS PSB CHALET. population 6: jocelyn xinping anthea adelle chong lin! and like the spsls 07 came. and i had to go alone coz eenette went for house chalet. but thanks to anthea and adelle, i could get to our chalet! in spite of the scary smoking neighbours. I LEARNT BRIDGE AND PLUSONEMINUSONE AND SILAMI? even though im not good. plus forming TEAM LIN. (x and embarassing para para. which kt is good at. and joce was the only spsl. so shes like the mummy! mummy, why does the sun rise from the east? i still dont really get it, but nvm! and it was tres fun! and revealing! (x haha! the dirty smelly gross claustrophobic toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i didnt have to rush off to dance every single day. i also want to go escape. once been there once. 4 years ago. i want to live it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the results will never come out. the results dont matter right? we will all still be happy and nice and good friends. i hope. IM GOING TO MISS PSB. why does the term have to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! I MUST GET PICS!!! from i-cant-rem-who. oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-2190620990404030221?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/2190620990404030221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=2190620990404030221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2190620990404030221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2190620990404030221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-my-112-every-single-twelver-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-5920877683345792581</id><published>2008-06-08T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:29:18.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I FORGOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;skandar keynes/william mosely! but thats not the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LAST NIGHT! I LOVE KOREA 2008 DREAM CONCERT. featuring like all the south korea artists. FROM SMTOWN! OMG. I FELL ASLEEP. as in i stayed up until like 11.56pm. OMG SHOOT ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DBSK AND SUJU!!!!! and SNSD/SHINee/etc. ZOMGGGGGGGGGG. SHOOT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i swear i love dbsk and suju more than anything at the moment. except god. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-5920877683345792581?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/5920877683345792581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=5920877683345792581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5920877683345792581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5920877683345792581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7706281561614267921</id><published>2008-06-08T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:23:27.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I OWE MYSELF SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPEN HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;performance was kind of very screwed. i really should never attempt anymore bends. being a guide is kind of fun. i didnt talk much much though. &gt;&lt; but i saw this jap family and then i walked up to them and they were talking in jap so i was like. HMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONGKONG! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;it was so freaking fun! ((((x&lt;br /&gt;being at the airport! T3 not as grand as i thought. and new friends! elyssa with her shades and shanxi with her psp! and poor dawn who was at the aisle. i love air plane food! (:&lt;br /&gt;the food we had was horrifying. eenette and shijin are food servers. but we never finish the food. cos its kind of gross. why cant we have more tim sum and bo lo bao!&lt;br /&gt;shopping everyday plus every free moment. but still not enough! (x and the fines for being late. 10 hkdollars per minute.&lt;br /&gt;the egg thingy which i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;dance workshop was HMMM. tiring.&lt;br /&gt;the sarong dance ((x&lt;br /&gt;art college is so cool. i swear. divaglam guy and the jap guy! haha&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd exchange ppl were SO NICE! its like the moment you walk in, got guides and then into the gathering place they all started clapping! and when we went to change, i took like super long but they waited and held the door for us. air-con toilets! and and omg, they were just so nice and spontaneous. (: i miss them so much! all the pics! (: even the guys are nice lorh! and the girls are super nice! i will always rem, the YOUNG one, and our 2 guides who always follows me. (:&lt;br /&gt;and tiffany! haha. dont know when we will see her again. shes so cute! and helpful in ahem cases.&lt;br /&gt;DISNEYLAND! was fabulous superuber funnnn!!!!! mickey and minnie kissed!! (x SPACE MOUNTAIN. me and nadia did the sleeping pose for the camera. it was so hard lah! our heads kept knocking each other and flying off. and we made the pose too early, so alot of banging! and we went on like 5 times. so we memorised all the turns already! (x and i swear its SUPER fast at night! woah. we were screaming like crap. and the freaking 4 minutes song! (x haha. and ARETE each time we go! haha and ms kum was screaming like crap too! omg it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;disneyland has like more shops than rides lah! the wet wet ride after the rain. we all had wet butts. and the teacup where i wanted to jump out of halfway. there was like 3 plates can! all spinning around! and it's a small world where camwhoring begins!&lt;br /&gt;coin pressing! (x&lt;br /&gt;and drawing donald duck. they wouldnt provide erasers. but i drew wrongly and i didnt know what to do lah!&lt;br /&gt;and the marie and minnie ears! they are so cute! me and shijin wore it on the plane. and apparently shanxi was waving to us and this air steward was like are you waving to your friend with the bunny ears! (x&lt;br /&gt;and eenette's hair got stuck in bubblegum and she was so traumatised when shanxi cut it off!&lt;br /&gt;SKY OF LOVE! on the plane. it was so sad. i cried when hiro died. although i knew he would. thanks to eenette! and ice cream! (: and i finished dinner just before the plane landed. so my stomach felt damn weird. not to mention i dont like aisle seats and i dont like sitting beside strangers.&lt;br /&gt;milktea! (: made us all shit. and then the toilet with pin code 1234 and we all went in one by one with the irritating beep.&lt;br /&gt;and i broke my remaining thin hairband. white one. ))):&lt;br /&gt;and our teeny hotel room. w/o the glass shower or cool wardrobe. but we stuck to it in the end. was so funny! shijin ran out with her towel dripping wet when cook came out. and she dropped it and we screamed at her! (x and eenette ran out in her underwear when we broke the glass. and brin almost did i think. in her towel when american idol came out. so im the only sane one.&lt;br /&gt;and screaming and jumping around and hyperventilating with eenette whenever suju came on! i want to live there and see them everyday lah! I CANT BELIEVE SUJU M WENT TO HONGKONG ON THE 29MAY AND I WAS FREAKING THERE LIKE SO CLOSE AND WE DIDNT SEE THEM!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!.&lt;br /&gt;all in all. i really miss hongkong! went to go with dance again next year! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHI NEWS THING.&lt;br /&gt;cant believe i went for it.&lt;br /&gt;was quite fun. but made a fool of ourselves and our school. &gt;&lt; haha. WO HEN ER! i want to be a reporter in the office and paste suju/dbsk posters everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;OMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBSK!&lt;333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I LOVE THE 5 LIKE MAD. THEY ARE SO WONDERFUL LAH! YUNHO JUNSU JAEJOONG CHANGMIN YOOCHUN!&lt;33333333333333 COS I JUST WATCHED THEIR LAST YR 2ND LIVE TOUR THING (a bit late i know) AND IM SO CRAZY ABOUT THEM AGAIN! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I LOVE THEM!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUJU-H&lt;33333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;new one! i dont care. i love them all the same. INCLUDING ALL OTHER LIKE 8 OF THEM. EETEUK HEECHUL SUNGMIN KANGIN HANKYUNG EUNHYUK DONGHAE SIWON YESUNG SHINDONG KIBUM RYEOWOOK KYUHYUN &lt;333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARNIA &lt;3 PRINCE CASPIAN&lt;br /&gt;with nadia eenette shanette angela koh zong qi. the triplets. (x and im not so crazy over narnia, although its damn nice. COS I LOVE DBSK MORE!!!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7706281561614267921?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7706281561614267921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7706281561614267921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7706281561614267921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7706281561614267921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/06/but-i-saw-this-jap-family-and-then-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3493810575572416680</id><published>2008-05-08T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:19:19.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lots of things have happened. without even me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS FEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee. RICHARDSON IS THE BEST!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richard loading loading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, myas goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we laugh a lot! (: yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO THIS IS KYUNG TAE (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin's a pigggggg :D she eats so much :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3493810575572416680?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3493810575572416680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3493810575572416680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3493810575572416680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3493810575572416680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/05/lots-of-things-have-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6536488839883323117</id><published>2008-03-15T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:06:53.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im. so. sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously. i cant even bathe. the water stings my skin. anything that touches it scotches it. i need to put aloe vera every 3 secs. and on sports fest i will have a freaking shirt tan. which looks damn gross on tank tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. shoot. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its painful.&lt;br /&gt;and what am i doing. i havent started on my hw and i believe school starts tmr tmr.&lt;br /&gt;argh. no cheer ever again if next year's going to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUT, on a happier note, PSL session today was the best. THANKS LOADS TO JO-ANN, DARRELL, AMANDA, NORA and all the fantab ppl who made it possible! and poor DESIREE who cant make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was great. i mean it! like, it is quite obvious that everyone was happy! FOOD-MAKING FTW! (x yeahhh! nora made a big plateful for me! i so couldnt finish, cause i ate long john's beforehand. but omg it was so colorful! (: yay thanks so much! and i made for amanda! (x haha. with my artistic talents. but apparently, unlike me, she prefers sandwiches. and the one i made for longchuan! tomato with choco biscuit and m&amp;amp;m and tuna. stacked together. and the pocky stick with froot loops! (x haha. we are all just making each other fat. but i love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and we played mafia! i will always remember mafia as the game where we kept playing as a sec 1 in psl sessions and would always ask for them! and now i get to be like the storyteller! even though we cant really rem how to play mafia. and nora told the chubby story thingy! which is damn cute! (x and we kind of embarrassed ourselves infront of everyone. omg lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for those who didnt come, OW missed out alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uh-oh. I LOVE DBSK! I LOVE SUPER JUNIOR! omg kibum/heechul/hankyung/jaejoong/yunho/kangin/eunhyuk/siwon/junsu/changmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i like suju's entertainment but i love dbsk's vocals! OMG OMG OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6536488839883323117?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6536488839883323117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6536488839883323117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6536488839883323117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6536488839883323117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/03/im.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7235947803127712744</id><published>2008-03-11T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:23:07.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>founder's day was ARETE-ish. im glad we stayed outside! though i think maybe the alumni may be reading just a little bit too much into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance camp was LOVE. i swear the seniors got high and drunk. haha. next year WE are going to organise! i love CENTERSTAGE.  the dance is so cool!!! and the sec 1s are doing it somemore! and i love the music! oh mannn. as usual station games were embarrassing. but im in the same group as casslyn again! 3 years alreadyyy! (x haha. and jimmy! [jaime, yes i know] and the workshop was damn funnn. and gay. hamzah! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im also quite sad...COS IM DEPROVING. if there's such a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ohh and i like the chopstick dance now! cos there's finally a shape to it! and we are not stuck behind the adults. and we get to dance with our seniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no psl sessions for so long alreadyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and. I HAVE PUT ON SOME MUCH WEIGHT LIKE ZOMG I SWEAR IM NOT GOING TO EAT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering i ate nutella bread, 3 subway cookies, 2 brownies, 4 marshmellows, a bar of almond chocolate. SHRUGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ZOMG I LOST MY NAME TAG. in the gym! [i was searching for it while wondering if i would ever dare to attempt a walk.] if anyone finds it pls return it to me. cos im like damn damn sad cos i dont want to get the ugly purple nametag! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to watch step up 2! and i need a new leotard. *hinthint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so screwed. MY poor poor GRADES ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg ballet exam and sports fest coming up!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so obsessed with centerstage nowww. cell block tango is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND THINGS ARE NOT GOING SMOOTHLY. REALLY. LOTS OF BAD THINGS HAVE HAPPENED. )))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7235947803127712744?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7235947803127712744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7235947803127712744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7235947803127712744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7235947803127712744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/03/founders-day-was-arete-ish.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7902019825403538183</id><published>2008-02-22T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:16:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so much has happened! life is so complicated mannns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FIRSTLY. 16 feb PSL session. it was GOOD. the best i had so far. as in like, the sessions are getting funner and funner! and im still not talking alot, but more i guess(: i admit. i used to dread the sessions. BUT I LOOK FORWARD TO TMR! not a lot, but a bit...i think it decreased slightly over the past few days...&gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and and i missed cca cos i have gm and i missed gm cos i have photoshoot!!! )))): oh noooooo. im so sadddddddddddddd. cos they switched comm rotations and i havent even said goodbye to finance yet. i dont want to leave. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmmm. people are having SAs. and people are STRESSED. and so much is happening all at once. for one, I STILL MISS OBS! [was just talking to brenda about it. she's from 314 the class who got the lucky end of it! like i heard from shanjee] hmmm. and lots of unhappy things happened as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to eenette: if you ever read this, dont worry about it lahh. this kind of things are bound of happen. maybe its fate. as in like, sometimes i try very hard to get things together, but it might not always work out the way i want it to be. you cant help it...but make the best out of it. on the other hand, GOOD JOB FOR SLI!!! (((x you look so professional cannn? with the walkieee talkieeee! it went well(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which reminds me. sli. today. the. big. day...as.they.call.it. anyway, it did take on a new meaning this year. it used to be: the-day-where-we-can-skip-lessons-but-have-to-go-through-a-file-of-people-walking-on-stage. which i'm sure its the case for most. ): BUT THIS YEAR: its recognition day! (: and its the results of sliot! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was fun! i remember waking up at about 5, walking around absentmindedly, suddenly realise that today is sli, start rushing everything, and then go downstairs. it was quite sad, cos my mom couldnt go, cos she apparently has to take care of my brother. and when i came home she was like: oh, no one at home to look after my bro and i was like thinking: right, when he's sleeping. and she continues: well, its okay lah, its not a big deal anyway, i just go there, take some pictures and bore myself away. its the same year in year out. not much missed. [i was like thinking: BUT SO MUCH EFFORT WAS PUT INTO IT!!!] ))): but it was fun! NO ONE TRIPPED OVER THEIR COURT SHOES, and we bowed and smiled and felt loved. [THANKS 309! SO HEARTWARMING!] and our item was kind of embarrassing! i had no idea my mum's skirt was SHEER. )x and apparently casslyn, lynn they all sat real in front! and we were messy...BUT THE MAIN THING WAS, WE ENJOYED OURSELVES! (((: and RECEPTION! I FINALLY MANAGED TO GO FOR RECEPTION AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! (((: thanks amanda for all the drinks! (: i like the puffs! though i didnt get any choco ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then i got bubbletea with eenette, went to kfc with samantha, saw dawn, and then brenda came over, we joined lynn and her juniors for a trip to wheelock for icecream with funny flavours that brenda didnt like. (x chocolate banana. you eat one mouth still okay. 3 mouthfuls is too much. and the SHERbet tastes funny at first, but it gets better! shruggs. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i didnt go for nyaa camp, though i wanted to because that would make us a facilitator/instructor! like obs! chong tell me what happened okayy! and i wanted to watch sharkwater. ))): isabella chloe and alyssa said it was sad but funny documentary. OXYMORON! but i didnt get them ))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and really bad things happened which involves being late. I SHOULD HAVE LEARNT MY LESSON FROM OBS. )x during obs we were always late. the consequences were just less sleep, and this horrible pep talk from our instructors. which i thought should make everyone cry but apparently it didnt. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;only i did.&lt;/span&gt; in school, it may be a class booking, or just a scolding from our teacher. BUT. outside, its REALLY BAD. I WILL NEVER EVER EVER BE LATE EVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to jo-ann: DEARIEEE if you ever read this, as well, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT TAKE THINGS TOO HARD ON YOURSELF! it is not your fault! it was all of our faults )))x and we will all learn from our mistakes together! and we are really really sorry for ruining your FABULOUS FIFTEEN! ))): we still love you loads!!! LOVELOVELOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my homework pile, yes i pile up my homework and complain about them, is OFFICIALLY 5 cm thick. AND THEY ARE ALL WORKSHEETS. zomg. can i ever finish them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WILL SEE MY BELOVED 112 TMR! (: oooshhhh i love the class decor. i wonder if they will make me some of those pink rings they hang on their door. *hinthint* HAHA JUST KIDDING ((((x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7902019825403538183?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7902019825403538183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7902019825403538183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7902019825403538183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7902019825403538183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-much-has-happened-life-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7169098160289463711</id><published>2008-02-10T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:18:44.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICS AHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sKgcumsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YqN6dSjT8NM/s1600-h/GLAMPIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165184750405458626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sKgcumsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YqN6dSjT8NM/s320/GLAMPIC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I LIKE THIS ONE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sKwcumtI/AAAAAAAAAGw/H5tgDOdFYO4/s1600-h/PICT0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165184754700425938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sKwcumtI/AAAAAAAAAGw/H5tgDOdFYO4/s320/PICT0488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE THIS TOO(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sLAcumuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/STSwhGnOmcQ/s1600-h/SHANJEEHOUSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165184758995393250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sLAcumuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/STSwhGnOmcQ/s320/SHANJEEHOUSE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LIKE THIS! SO COOL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sLQcumvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fRAmnbkVeg4/s1600-h/swingilike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165184763290360562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sLQcumvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fRAmnbkVeg4/s320/swingilike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.balancing on the swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sLgcumwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vf7jP92H4Hg/s1600-h/steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165184767585327874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sLgcumwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vf7jP92H4Hg/s320/steph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes sitting on the balls! haha damn unglam much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have manyyy manyyy unglam pics of bowling people! (: namely us. (x i love 6R! i love shanjee's house!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supp to be doing hw. and actually im supp to be a host. but i found excuses for my excuse. sighhh. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBYEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7169098160289463711?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7169098160289463711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7169098160289463711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7169098160289463711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7169098160289463711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/02/pics-ahaha-i-like-this-one-i-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R65sKgcumsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YqN6dSjT8NM/s72-c/GLAMPIC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-505709746823726469</id><published>2008-02-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:36:00.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love shanjee's house!! it was so so fun!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cos her house has a bowling alley and a funny funny pool! we had so much fun bowling! and so unglamly! (x and we broke our nails damn ouch. and once my ball bounced back. cos it hit the sweeping thingy. (x very unglam! and basically it was damn fun! (: I LIKE CNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i was downstairs just now and i saw STARS. which i thought was impossible in singapore. but i did! it reminded me of obs! i mean there's not as much stars but i could faintly spot the orion! (: stars stars im seeing stars!! (: and i rem the horrifying and disappointing but sweet night! ITS TURNING ME INTO A ROMANTIC. haha. and then i write a romantic poem ODE TO STARS FROM OBS (x haha. i admire nature/stars and God and i really hate the tall tall buildings and the bright bright lights that are blocking the stars from me. GOSH. IM TURNING INTO A ROMANTIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. actually more like im going crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and and i watched AH LONG PTE LTD today. it was damn damn funny! fann wong was so cool and mark lee was retarded. and gayyy (x laugh laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-505709746823726469?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/505709746823726469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=505709746823726469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/505709746823726469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/505709746823726469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-shanjees-house-it-was-so-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-2000261480204899925</id><published>2008-02-05T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:24:44.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OBS PICS AHAHAHAHA! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today dance orientation was damn funny! spot check and splits and sit ups and push ups (x and the juniors are so unscared of us. i rem we were SO SO SO SCARED of everyone. maybe its just us. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways: THANKS TO DANNA FOR TAKING TIME TO TAKE THE WONDERFUL MEMORABLE PICS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h-H2M0ShI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rco8WeneucI/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515646053730834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h-H2M0ShI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rco8WeneucI/s320/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we were all damn sad and didnt want to leave. at least i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h-IWM0SiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cBLGkNa8i4A/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515654643665442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h-IWM0SiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cBLGkNa8i4A/s320/DSC01212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WASHINGTON LOVE LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h-ImM0SjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xHbDSypqyEE/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515658938632754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h-ImM0SjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xHbDSypqyEE/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the big indiana that we love so much, that we slept beside, that we emoed in, and never climbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h-I2M0SkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yYST9iWJnpk/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515663233600066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h-I2M0SkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yYST9iWJnpk/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spasms. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9t2M0ScI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0r9URawBqyM/s1600-h/DSC01179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515199377131970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9t2M0ScI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0r9URawBqyM/s320/DSC01179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ABIDIN! haha, hes damn funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9uWM0SgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Pk2vzHSAk4o/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515207967066626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9uWM0SgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Pk2vzHSAk4o/s320/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WASHINGTON WITH FONGFONG! (: and her shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9uWM0SfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3-PN7pKKpqE/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515207967066610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9uWM0SfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3-PN7pKKpqE/s320/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nicole's damn cute pig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9uWM0SeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9nbbcstS-jM/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515207967066594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9uWM0SeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9nbbcstS-jM/s320/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and of course, our beloved-kind-of-unglam-chao-ah-lian-ish instructor! fongfong! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9uGM0SdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YDFuo_kfx1s/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515203672099282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h9uGM0SdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YDFuo_kfx1s/s320/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no idea what we were doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then theres so much more! memories i mean! (:&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/35323391-2000261480204899925?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/2000261480204899925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=2000261480204899925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2000261480204899925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2000261480204899925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/02/obs-pics-ahahahaha-today-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R6h-H2M0ShI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rco8WeneucI/s72-c/DSC01209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-4421780480030052792</id><published>2008-02-04T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:56:19.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PEER SUPPORT &lt;333&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-4421780480030052792?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/4421780480030052792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=4421780480030052792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4421780480030052792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4421780480030052792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/02/peer-support-333.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3804938039993043118</id><published>2008-02-02T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:02:03.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if i thought last session was fun, this session is THE BOMB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. i was so hyped up by it. i wonder whyyyy. we played CATERPILLAR which was really cute(x and the cross the river game which my team showed so much team spirit and you can see the teamwork behind it. SO COOL RIGHTY? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then i was telling my combined psg about how i saw them during house prac and they were doing mass dance and they were like kind of tired, but i talked to them [haha, if you call that talking to them, more like interrupting their mass dancing...] and then they were like SO ENTHU IN DANCING!!! ahhhh im so proud of 112. (: my darling cute tree dancers. (x and i was so happy. cos chong went to talk to them as well. and they are like kind of stoned. but 112 was like YAYYYYYYY LINWEN! (: hahaha. lovelove onetwelve!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. and the reflections reminded me of OBS like a lot. cos we always always sat in a circle [our fav shape] and reflected one by one. i like. (: and i wanted to share my OBS stories. but no time. so i need to find time to share it! i really want to! (: it was SO SO SO FUN! i love OBS. (: and i need to tell eenette's class that OBS is not scary lohhh. (x hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i think i said quite some crap today. including alot of hand actions. eek. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YITONG! dont mean to crash comms comm's party but still did anyways. (x 16 is old. (x yes it is. and its one year away for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. ahhh well. I MISS OBS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3804938039993043118?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3804938039993043118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3804938039993043118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3804938039993043118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3804938039993043118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-i-thought-last-session-was-fun-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-5454724918865675643</id><published>2008-01-26T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:58:28.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PSL SESSION WAS FUN FUN FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[though theres lotsa room for improvement yeah.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;except that i came in from cheer prac, hot sweaty smelly and tired. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but. i think we had a good enough time. at least i hope everyone did. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and mgm was so cool! (: i cant wait for the next one. I LOVE BUBBLE TEA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i havent officially started on my hw though. cos my file broke and that irritates me. so i cleared up and shifted it. took me the whole afternoon. sigh. i almost fell asleep. and so now must take a break. and play a short short while. cos my parents are out. without me. they went to watch some m18 show i think. without me. [obviously] at vivo GOLD CLASS. like omg. sad sad saaaad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and omg. i just realised my emotions change like damn fast. from like joyful to tired to sad. (((x my emotional life is so exciting. just like my career life. on fri, within the span of assembly, i was like: I WANT TO BE A LAWYER [thinks about moot parliament programme, guess not.] NO I WANT TO BE A CEO. [the next slide of the presentation.] AN ACCOUNTANT, NO A BANKER. OKAY I SHALL BE AN ENGINEER SO THAT I CAN CHANGE MY JOB EASILY NEXT TIME IF I WANT TO. [then after a while, prof says physics and math, and eewen goes math yayee!] OKAY BYEBYE EEWEN. IM OFF TO BE A SUPERSTAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(((x like so omg. my life is actually quite exciting. though i didnt go shopping today./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-5454724918865675643?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/5454724918865675643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=5454724918865675643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5454724918865675643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5454724918865675643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/01/psl-session-was-fun-fun-fun-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3025914204670910572</id><published>2008-01-23T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:34:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE ONE TWELVE. one twelve is so sweeet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love love love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3025914204670910572?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3025914204670910572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3025914204670910572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3025914204670910572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3025914204670910572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-one-twelve_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3495353878632006020</id><published>2008-01-22T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:14:59.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IM SO SMART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you know how HARD a SOFTBALL is. you know you wear a GLOVE to play it. and you know the GLOVE is supposed to catch the HARD SOFTBALL. but right, i went to catch it with my right hand. instinctively, but foolishly. and my finger turned BLUE. now its red. same thing. PAIN. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then today, i scraped my finger on my table bottom. amazing right? i was rather pissed at the inability of taking out ws in time for lessons. sighhh. PAIN. PAIN PAIN. hot water PAIN. its like so raw. and now its swollen. and looks liquidish but is actually hard. &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i have a feeling tmr im going to hurt my other finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OBSsessions! im OBSsessed with OBS. i miss obs. @.@ so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3495353878632006020?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3495353878632006020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3495353878632006020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3495353878632006020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3495353878632006020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-so-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-616865692795603907</id><published>2008-01-20T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:52:15.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IM STILL FULL OF OBS NESS. i shall create a timeline. without all the details i guess. i cant bear typing everything again. i posted till 1am...(x cos i came back from dance and drank coffee and cannot sleep (x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;day ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we got to obs. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we got our watches and got to see our instructors for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had icebreakers. which i thought was really lame. but after a while i got used to it lah. cos we did it every morn. almost every morn. all the scissors paper stone games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we got our communication to real life taken away. not like i minded that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we did stock taking on food [which was really long and we did it in the canteen seeing our classmates and ms kum eat. and was damn hunry] and rolled our food down the slope where everything almost fell out. (x and others cleared the store. and was damn hungry too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we saw the menu and i was like: LUNCH ONLY BISCUITS LIKE OMG THEY MUST BE KIDDING. but then, not much time for lunch anyways. i kept wishing we were vampires and we dont need to feed so often. what a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we ate lunch. the funny lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we are severely late. and we cannot find our instructors cos we have no idea we are supposed to go find them. ): and we never bring food stuff. so have to go back to take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we learnt the basics of kayaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we went into the water only to wet ourselves plus drag the kayaks down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had to go out of the water cos it was raining and there was lightning apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we were wet and cold &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had dinner that instructors cooked. campbell soup rice which was damn good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we learnt tent pitching [which we are pros at now (x ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we showered! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we did first aid stuff. which proved useful when we climbed rock walls (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we slept beside the indiana ship. it was cold, wet, sandy and muddy. and there was snoring involved. and in the middle of the night someone peeked through the window and shocked us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;day TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we were late again. must unpitch tents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we packed our bags. THANKS to eewen and tianyi for carrying my stuff. im eternally grateful. (:&lt;br /&gt;-we played those funny games. forfeit 5 obs jumping jacks. and reflections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we supposedly emoed at the beach. but we pointed and shouted at ships and going thats my UNCLE! (x and jiemin's counting shit thing. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we carried our bags to mph. i think we were not supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we went back to get harnesses and helmets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we cane back and played THE FALLING GAME. thats what i call it. other ppl have nicer names like trust your classmate or fall on your back on the canvas trust game. (: but i like my name. short and sweet (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we saw an earthworm. at my feet. damn gross. it was squiggling. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we did belaying. which we know already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we ate lunch. the funny lunch. (x now that i think about it right, really very funny leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we got briefing for the trek. have map and compass haha. then we got clues. and no one can solve the first clue. for so long! sequence is order, order is sequence thing. then finally abigail/alyssa solved it. DAMN SMART RIGHT? we were like OHHHH!. (: and everyone pick up their bags. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we walked and walked and walked. my groundsheets and tarps kept dropping. i rather carry a tent or a bagpack. sighh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we actually walked past our checkpoint. neetika found it though. it said sth about whats before us and after us are really small compared to whats within us. then clue 3. 5 becomes 1 and 1 gives 4. DONT GET IT RIGHT? and then instructors think we take damn long. so we must cheer for them. and guess what we did? MUD CLAP! (((: personally i love that cheer. i made the sec ones who come to my station do it! (: haha. and they like it too! (: and i think din liked it too. and he was like: next time must ask the ri guys do it (x and then he did the funny hand thing which we didnt get. but finally smart ppl solved it. its the road junction! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we set off. felt like mainly we were crossing back where we came from. my hands ached and ppl's backs were tired. so we switched. actually im damn grateful to yujia for saving my arms! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we tried singing, but cannot. (x cos the weight pressing down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we finally, after so long reached the intersection. IT WAS REALLY DARK. and we got clue 2. haha. so funny right? and it was numbers. plus 2 jet tea. SO. we discovered it was batu kekek! (: and then. it started raining. omg. omg. the ponchos were damn sandy. my face was sandy. ): and i couldnt even wear it properly. someone jammed it over moi. )): sounds funny. but not funny. the rain was huge. everything was wet. dry shoes and dry pants and dry everything become wet. ): and we cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we stopped at this shelter. and saw the asian granite quarry. it is pretty! it has a leaking waterfall and has turquoise and aqua waters. and we tried to spot singapore and m'sia. and we get everything wrong. (x esp the navigators. got damn suaned lah! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we trekked in muddy trails. theres this black black thing (bracken?) that sinks our shoes in. and puddles of mud which theres no escape from. damn gross lah. at least we dont have to wear ponchos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-and then, we stopped. and din was like this is our campsite. and we look around. it was quite dark so cannot see properly. mainly it was just stones and pebbles, puddles of water, sand, grass and a bit of empty space. ohh and 2 more watches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we were SO disappointed. you should have seen the look on our faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we pitched tents and cooked. it got REALLY dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we did not eat. cos the maggi mee was damn gross. so we had to bury all our food. and hang the packets on trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had powder bathes. gross but it makes us feel slightly better. (: i remember after i came out i didnt want to go help wash utensils cos the slope was steep. it was dark. i was clean. and i was mean. ): so i stoned a bit. ): i feel so guilty. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had THE mass shitting session by the river. (x which was really memorable. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had a star gazing session which apparently din promised. i still think they look like pimples. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we didnt go for night watch duty. cos apparently, eewen was in charge, eewen was in our tent, and eewen said all was filled up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we saw din outside our tents. and we got a shock cos its like a huge shadow over the door. (x and he was like telling us about how tmr will be better, he cant promise, but it will be better. and the campsite will be better. and everything. (: and sweet dreams. (if it was possible yeah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we slept. i bet it was the worsetest night. but its good to have friends around. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;day THREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we were VERY LATE. 2 hours between waking up time and unpitching tent time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we filled up jerrycans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we formed a human chain down to the beach. and loaded all bagpacks. and everything. which was good. cos i cant stand another moment with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we got a ride on the motor boat to our rowboats. the motor boat was okay. but once i got on the row boat i was like from unsteady to giddy. like everytime im on another ship smaller than a star cruise will happen. damn crap right? ): i couldnt do anything for like 3 hrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we were navigator ship so we rowed in front. it seems that you must row in synch. and they formed so many ways of chanting 1 to 8. but i wasnt involved in that part cos like i was like cmi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we kept waiting for each other! and almost crashing into kelongs like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we discovered we had no lunch! except for bread and maggi mee. and who eats maggi with sea water? no way. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we took turns rowing. and we all sang happily! 1,2,3,4, 5,6,7,8 x3 one, two, three, YAYEE. i cant believe i rowed as well. but i did (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we rock! and im sure they like our song too! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we got tanned. i have a tan line on my bottom thigh which is damn gross. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we waited for neetika's boat and we helped them synch! but before that, we were scolded for ditching our classmates. ): and they were sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we took 2 hrs for a short road cos we waited for each other. but its okay. at least we are all happy. and then i dunno why alyssa cried. made me feel like crying also! ): but she lent me tissue! where i can finally get rid of the dirt from my eyes. cos my hands and shirt dirty. the more i rub the worse it gets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we got to shore like finally. had to keep rowing against the tide. and we saw camp 1 and i realised i really missed the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we washed our boats! first we towed our boats up. then we stood on one side [3 ppl ws 1 person]and poured water down. and we realised we never unplug. and all the dirty water was there. and we called fong fong. who REALLY dipped her hand in. to unplug. we were like OMG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we pushed the ships back. and in the end it was so so late. we had to get ferried over to camp2. which means one hike session down. and apparently ppl dont get ferried over so we are really lucky that ops agreed. and other instructors came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we pitched tents. and instructors cooked for us again! curry/campbell maggi mee. 5 of us 2 mess tins and 4 helpings. which i ate most of. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we showered! blissful. it was really cold. so i came out like really fast. was the last to go in but first to finish (x and didnt bring slippers cos no space. and no spare clothes. so re wear. which made me felt dirty immediately. AND DID I MENTION WE NEVER BRUSH OUR TEETH FOR SO LONG?? i was like constantly reminding eewen and tianyi my teeth was rotting and we are going to get bad breath and stuff. but still never brush. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we slept behind the instructors place. muddy muddy. but better than batu kekek. (: and eewen has really bad rashes poor girl. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;day FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we woke up late. the alarm rang but we were so sleepy no one woke up. sighh. think we were 1 hr late. so we hurry unpitch tent and everything. and pack bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we were only about 1 hr or so late. )x sense the sarcasm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we did the funny games again. and reflections while eating breakfast. squek peanut buttered like 5 pieces. (x and we were all waiting for her to finish. and in the end i dunno who wants peanut butter bread so i buttered the whole loaf! [whole love, they spell wrongly on the menu] with my half eaten digestive. and abigail ate it up claiming it was nice. but im still skeptic (x someday i will try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had this prep talk thing. where fong fong and din told us how unpunctual we are. and how they can prepare 10 min after our meeting time and still have time to walk around. and how we need to gain our trust. which reminded me of that time one nine our psls gave us prep talk before concert and scolded us for not being together, and they cried. and then i remember how 112 is like so bonded now and they work so well tgt and are so so so efficient. and i remember how sometimes not all of us are working tgt. and i got like damn sad. ): and then dunno why suddenly fong fong talk about me. so i got like so so so sad. and cried. but everyone dunno why. they prob think im damn weird lah. ): and they prob think its cos im so weak or sth. ): sheesh lah. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-i love eewen tianyi chong jiemin ashima cherie who stayed behind for me. i think it was them. i couldnt lift my head. (: THANKYOU GUYS I LOVE YOU LOADS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-and i think they misunderstood why i cried. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-and dunno why i became like damn emo emo for a while. like everytime someone was like dont cry, or what happened then i start tearing. which is why i must be STRONGER emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-and we climbed the rockwall! i cant believe i made it. i nearly came down. but it was my classmates who kept telling me no and the belayer who never let me down. literally. and i was like slipping. but i made it. like vivian woohoo! (: highest point. literally too. (: but i was so scared to come down. it was really high up. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we scraped out elbows. and ashima forced iodine/antiseptic on everyone. which im glad cos my wound healed fast (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we saw abigail's outfit. shes amazingly! long sleeve long pants dont feel hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we ate lunch. in the middle of nowhere. cos we were too lazy to walk all the way up but too lazy to walk down cos we walk halfway up already. (: i love it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had the raft making thingy. 6 pipes 4 barrels and rope. im so proud of WONDERFUL WASHINGTON WATCHERS who built the WASHINGTON WATER WONDER. which survived all tests and bore the weight of 14 of us plus fong fong. i was SO happy!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we did the commitment walk up the stairs. we got distracted...like fong fong said. everyone was damn tired except me. WHY? cos im bagpack free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we hiked back to camp 1. everyone dont let me carry things now. im so grateful! though they walk until like going to die already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we saw giant spider and leaf skeleton. and this plant which i dont understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-vivian tried to bribe me with peanut butter bread. sharlene just took the tent away from me. damn strong leh she. carry 3 tents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we finally reached camp 1! missed everything there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we pitched tents at wild boar place. amazing. 4/5 tents we did it within about at most half hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we rushed to bathe! each of us 2 min like that. and i was banging on doors which made everyone irritated but no doubt reminds us of orientation. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we never thought we would ever miss the musty smell of the store. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had a PROPER DINNER AT PROPER CANTEEN. rice, fish, veg, chicken, SWEET COLD DRINK. for one hour leh! even washing our own utensils dont dampen our spirits. and we got damn high and cant stop laughing. must be vivian's fault lah. she keep laughing at her jokes which make no link one. and i kept laughing at nicole! cos she look like she has a big brother and a girl guide which she is not. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had LESSONS WITH FONG FONG in an AIR CON room with a MIRROR. it was funnest thing ever! the fiance, young girl, old man, sailor, best friend. and the johari's window. which included INGHAM! like ms ng's husband! (x and i apparently wrote paragraphs for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-and we made a song for fong fong! and we came in half way while we were sing the name part and doing spazzo actions and then she cannot stop smiling. we must have made her night. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we even had supper! RED BEAN SOUP. which i cannot finish cos of jiya's spasm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-i wrote on my hand i didnt want to go home and showed everyone but they thought i was crazy. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we kept asking fong fong to be our teacher. cle/pe teacher. i cant believe she even applied for jail officer. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we brushed our teeth! in the male toilet. i cant believe for like 4 days each time in the store i went to male toilet. cos its cleaner and less crowded. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we slept in the mph cos it rained so hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;day FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-woke up late again. apparently, same as day 4. too tired to wakey wakey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had PROPER BREAKFAST! i asked the uncle to give my more. he actually did. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we went aboard the indiana! for reflections. like we share experiences and learning points. and i kept cutting in cos i get damn high each time i can spot an aeroplane! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we wrote reflections. i was the last again. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we emoed on the steps. though i was laughing. i wonder why. and recalled fong fong's survival kit. the 8 things. chewinggum, rubberband, pencil, eraser, candy kisses, plaster, teabag, I CANT REM! omg omg omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we lied on each other's tummy and listened to bird calls and fong fong's stories. A LONG LONG TIME AGO. there was a cow named ah siang! (x and also her national day and lightning conductor crisis. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we tried not to cry. me and isabella at least. each time i feel like crying i must find her! cos no one will cry with me, and its much more comforting to cry with someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we cleaned store and unpitch tents and everything. everyone [almost] helped (: it was quite fun lah. and we hung up lifevests! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LUNCH. which we cant finish cos we are used to funny lunches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-shopping. (x or so they call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we had a leaving talk. and din's story, OH THE PLACES WE WILL GO. and his this the time we say YAY. was damn sad. i cannot even look at one place straight. cos i felt like crying to badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we got certs and wrist bands and stuff. and i cant shake hands with anyone. i dunno why. like got splinter pain but nothing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-me and isabella cried &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-we sang fong fong song and dedication! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-in the mph, us including tockseng gave our instructors our presents! we gave fong fong a nice nice shirt(: which squek hid under her shirt (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-fong fong had jetty duties so sad right? so busy until cannot even emo tgt. took pics (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-CRIED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-left in a boat, singing/shouting out the fong fong song! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-even suited the song for din! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-saw ms kum which cant believe i survived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-sang home, ate raisins, cried, wet the certs, cried, talk, cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-a new me went home. but i was so not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i totally forgot all the gross stuff that happened to me during obs. which happens alot whenever i have fun at the end.  I MISS OBS LIKE DAMN A LOT. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lets all go again 309! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-616865692795603907?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/616865692795603907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=616865692795603907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/616865692795603907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/616865692795603907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-still-full-of-obs-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3384501875060331932</id><published>2008-01-19T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:35:17.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH I GET IT. THEY WANT US TO APPRECIATE WHAT WE HAVE. so we must work hard first, then we have fun! (: but i really dont like this alone-personal-outward-bound-journey. ): i dont want to be alone. i will freak out. ): i dont like leaving obs. i dont like going away, and embarking on the journey. i wasnt paying attention to din's story about oh the places you'll go thing cos i very scared i cry again [but looks like i cant help it anyways] but i seem to have caught its gist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i still THANK EVERYONE/ WASHINGTON/FONG FONG for helping me so much. if not, i will die at obs one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I DONT WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3384501875060331932?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3384501875060331932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3384501875060331932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3384501875060331932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3384501875060331932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-i-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-1384200570167415164</id><published>2008-01-18T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:05:22.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH GOSHY, I MISS OBS LIKE DAMN ALOT CAN. and i only just reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE WASHINGTON COS WE ARE THE BESTEST WATCH EVER. AND FONG FONG THE BESTEST INSTRUCTOR (GEK FONG who needs to like her name too haha) AND OF COURSE DIN AND TOCK SENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot alot of good stuff. good stuff must say first. [most things, not everything cos i keep forgetting, are in my journal. dunno why im always last to finish it. and i dont even finish it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a lot alot of FUN. im going to so miss everything. THE NATURAL ROCK WALL which i never thought i could climb up but in the end i did. with the help of everyone, who was like CANNOT COME DOWN! and the belayer who didnt release, and being too vivian, i was clinging there, and then my feet were like slipping and no energy and i didnt dare to move them, but in the end still did lah. and i even did the jackie chan thing lah! but i was so tired i just smash against the wall. and got lots of scratches on my elbow. not as much as eewen lah. AND INDIANA PIRATE SHIP where we lied on each other's stomachs and cannot stop laughing and listened to things/stories and also emoed in the corner/the steps, FONG FONG'S STORIES THAT ALWAYS START WITH A LONG LONG LONG TIME AGO and include ah siang the caterpillar/cow/frog/boy, ROWING PART OF THE ROWING, SINGING DURING THE ROWING, THE MASS SHITTING SESSION where we squatted in one row and ahem and then throw tissue into the sea, THE FACILITIES like all the ships, camp 1 building, ONE FOR ALL ALL FOR ONE, expedition court, multi-purpose hall, jetty, rock walls, store rooms, the walkways and corridors, THE STARS IN THE SKY AT NIGHT WHICH LOOKS LIKE PIMPLES. [haha. my pimples SO glow in the dark lah] and non-stop laughing during supper and stuff. cos right, after funny food for so long, we finally have proper food. then everyone super high and crazy. and also too much vivian-ness, nicole-ing and JIYA's stupid faces. and her mental nuts. (x my red bean soup also cannot finish loh. and the cool sweet drink. AND BUILDING OUR RAFT, WASHINGTON WATER WONDER!!!! it passed like all the tests lah! lift, shake, kick, float, bonus. LIKE ALL OUR ENTIRE WATCH PLUS FONG FONG ON IT. like damn cool can. and LIFE LESSONS IN THE NICE NICE ROOM NOT MEANT FOR US WITH AIRCON AND MIRROR. we reflected, and talked about the old man, the fiance, the young girl, the sailor and the best friend. which reminded me of twilight. you know, jacob the best friend? I SIDED WITH THE BEST FRIEND BECAUSE HE IS RIGHT. cos right, the fiance already abandoned her. so he must comfort her at her lowest most heart breaking point. like when you trek trek trek with your heavy bagpack for like damn damn damn long. and its so hot and your hungry with no food the whole day. then suddenly, you see FEAST food in front of you. so you RUN RUN RUN all the way and then you are so tired, but when you finally reach right, the food is GONE! so your like damn damn damn sad and tired and cheated. then suddenly right, you see a granola bar! and you eat it and feel happy! SO HE IS RIGHT! (: and then we wrote the johari's window thing. the positive negative thing. they say i write paragraphs like very long like that. but i need to thank everyone who helped me what! like help me carry and lend me repellent and sunblock. but in the end i also cut short loh. cos im getting real sleepy. and the our FONG FONG SONG! (: it rhymes lohhh i say it does! (: we koped from one one oh seven's cheer apparently. but it fits fong fong's name so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;THERE SHE GOES, SHE'S REALLY NICE YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;SAYING FONG FONG FONG FONG FONG FONG WHOA SO CHIO&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING LIKE A WINNER FROM HER HEAD TO HER TOE&lt;br /&gt;SAYING FONG FONG FONG FONG FONG FONG WHOA SO PRO&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S GOOD [ECHO]&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S FINE [ECHO]&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S GOOD SHE'S FINE AND SHE REALLY BLOWS OUR MINDS&lt;br /&gt;THERE SHE GOES SHE'S REALLY NICE YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;SAYING FONG FONG FONG FONG FONG FONG WE LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then right, each time she hears it she cannot stop smiling one loh. we sang to her like at least 6 times already. and its stuck in my head. we sang to her on day 4 cos we were practising and then she suddenly walk in. so its like a damn loud chorus of FONG FONG with our spastico actions and then she was like laughing. sighhh. and then we just did it all the time. GOSH we even did it in front of everyone just for her! she must be so touched lahh! but damn strong also. we are like all expecting her to cry or sth. or else we will just cry first, cos its like really really sad to leave. I REALLY LIKE OBS KAYY. cos my friends always help me. (: okay back to it, everyone was like GOSH ITS SQUEK AND SHES DOING THE ACTIONS. damn brave ahh. cos its really unlike her to do sth like that. YAY good job everyone. and then we gave her like this shirt! with our mark. so she must not forget our names!!! even though she prob have so many watches already. sighh. HAHA AND SHE KEEP TRYING TO PAIR NICOLE WITH THIS FUNNY SOUNDING GUY. damn funny can!! (x OH AND WE PLAYED THE FALLING GAME. thats what i call it. its like everyone hold a piece of canvas and then you fall backwards onto it. i was like the first one and i was damn damn scared and damn ungraceful. and DAMN UNGLAM. but nvm (x it was fun(: omg and jiemin's counting sheep thing. cos she counts sheep at night, then they ask her if it works and she was like: go get an entrenching tool. and they were like HUH?! and she was like: you want to count shit right? (((x omg, shes the best lah. and while rowing we sang like everything. like many ways to count 1 to 8, and then dedication, national anthem, school song, pass it on, your the inspiration, just friends, mysterious ticking noise and home etc! was so so fun. except being giddy. but i think after being on the ship for like 9 hrs, im not so prone to it anymore. yayeee (: and we played like SO MANY DIFF KINDS OF SCISSORS PAPER STONE. like seriously. got the around the world olympics one, the around the world say hello one, the run forward one, the counting one, the evolution one, giant wizard dwarf. and BECAUSE WASHINGTON ROCKS AND RULES SO WE ARE COOL (: and we win (: but tock seng is real good too. so 309 is like unbeatable! (: and personality test im supp to be secure and traditional and can rem bdays. WHICH IS SO NOT TRUE CAN. we draw on that side cos we must save space mahhh. (: and my pig is so screwed (x and we saw BEAUTIFUL STARS. got damn alot of them lehh. and very clear also. i can see the ORION. (: i think it looks like someone's pimples lohhh. cos got damn alot mahh. then din was like: next time we see your glowing pimple. [cos i was trying to convince him stars look like pimples mah] and then vivian was like: when we hike we all follow the floating pimples. and then everyone's like so damn nice lah. they help me carry stuff. ESP EEWEN AND TIANYI. they carried my life supply lahh! except the other 3 quarters of life supply locked up inside the store. I LOVE THEM ALOT LEH. they make my hike damn easy. and vivian who tried to bribe my tent with peanut butter bread that i peanut buttered for everyone in the morning. (x and it went moldy. ): and sharlene quek yi ning who needs to love her name, took away the tent. okay, i know i seem like damn reluctant and all but you all look damn dead and tired mahh so cannot let you all carry. ESP SHARLENE CARRYING 3 TENTS LEH. we carry one also CMI. amazing strength. w/o her our raft will not be strong loh. shes rocks man. IM SO TANNED NOW. cos 2nd half of day 3 and then day 4 and 5 i never put sun block. ahahaha. and then damn shit lah my arm much darker then my thighs. cos i wore long pants all day. ))): and our instructors cooked for us TWICE. cos the ONLY day when we cooked, it was damn damn gross and no one wanted to eat and we buried all the food. so wasted i know. all the hungry kids in africa. and canteen food also. tastes like normal canteen food but then right, its like damn good. and our instructors food is damn damn good can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy...i have moved on to more neutral stuff. like when we keep being late, earliest late for 20 min and latest 2-3 hrs. so they prep talk us loh. like damn sad lehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT I NEED TO GO DANCE NOW I WILL COME BACK HOME AND CONTINUE LATER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OKAY IM BACK FROM DANCE. AND GUESS WHAT. I FOUND OUT THAT THE IRRITATING AND FUNNY ITCH IN MY BACK AND KNEES ARE RASHES. DAMN DAMN ITCHY )): and its really bad. like my entire back plus shoulders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyways, back to the happenings (: OH I FORGOT TO SAY. THINGS ARE NOT IN ORDER. NO ORDER AT ALL. JUST HOW THEY POP INTO MY MIND. AND HOW I REFER TO MY JOURNAL LOHH&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmmm we laughed at the instructors pics. QUITE FUNNY LEH. like fong fong's one, she look damn diff. but din's one look quite the same. and theres all the funny moments we had together. i did mention right? didnt i? and ummm sleep in MPH. cos i dont want to sleep in our tent in the heavy rain ): which was damn squashed. like 14 ppl on 1 and half tarps. gosh lah. and all the stories also. and experiences. I LOVE THEM OKAY (: like the survival kit: TOOTHPICK to pick out other's good qualities, RUBBERBAND to be flexible, PENCIL to write out blessings for others and self?, ERASER to forgive and forget, TEABAG to relax and take a break from the hard work, CHEWING GUM so we can all stick together or sth, PLASTER to ummm help yourself if your hurt issit?, CANDY KISSES to remind that everyone NEEDS A HUG AND A KISS (: AND MEAL TIMES WERE THE BEST! (: cos right, we only have biscuits and stuff mahh. the lunch all so funny one. NOT FILLING. breakfast must be good. lunch must be filling, dinner must be least. but then right, its really off lahh. even fong fong says she laugh at her lunch. and during proper meal i was like asking the uncle to put more on my plate haha. and the personality test MUST BE WRONG. im so not secure/traditional/can rem ppl's bdays. nah-uh. AND THE ASIAN GRANITE QUARRY with the LEAKING WATERFALL! the water was damn pretty, like aqua and turquoise. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay. i cant think. so late already. so quickly move on to BAD STUFF )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;first of all ahh, OUR TENTS ARE DAMN DAMN GROSS. i mean like seriously. its all muddy and sandy and full of bits and pieces of grass. and its really gross to pitch it in grass. and if you know me, i never walk on grass. unless i really have to. and BY THEN I LOST MY SENSE OF HYGIENE MAN. )): damn gross lah. ): and i carried ground sheets a lot. but i dont get it. ground sheets are damn hard/heavy/wet to carry. i rather carry like 2 tents. but sigh. and when it rains, everything gets so wet and cold! shoes socks bag, and then everything becomes doubly heavy. and the poncho is really gross. i couldnt wear it properly know. ): damn sandy, ALL OVER MY FACE. and gosh. NIGHT 2 right, it was like dark. and damp and i really cant see a thing. somemore no toilets then want to shit also damn inconvenient. and the ground was wet and sandy. and pokey. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OKAY ENOUGH OF BAD STUFF. basically, i really think that we have learnt alot through obs. like seriously, discovered more about self and others. like i really like the one where everyone is different, but we can come together with a common goal. and i was damn damn sad cos we were seriously not bonded and stuff. i mean, i dunno why but i suddenly thought of 112 and everyone was so bonded and they had so much fun and then i think of one nine, and then i think of 201 during net carn and drama night and then i look at three nine. its horrifying okay. i mean seriously, theres ppl/person who really DOES NOTHING but stand around. and talk. and do random stuff. [OKAY I ADMIT I MAY BE LIKE THAT SOMETIMES] but its like quite easy to tell that shes like really dont care one lah. I WISH I CAN CHANGE THAT. but apparently i cant. so we would have to do sth...i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i just realised that i seriously like just about cry everyday one leh. day 1 nothing, day 2 when it rained and we were soaked and wet and i couldnt see anything and thought i was alone.but apparently i was not (: and day 3 giddy on sea and it was really bad okay? like damn damn giddy and somemore the waves wont stop, and theres also waves of nausea plus fatigue competing against the real waves. but i never eat dinner/breakfast/lunch [yet] so...im quite safe lah. i think the orange saved me. cos it stopped the world spinning and then i quickly stuffed down a GRANOLA BAR [my story analogy rem?] so i was better. seriously. i could row and sing along. i felt damn good. (: day 4, you know. UP THERE. class thingy. then day 5 cos i didnt want to leave. did i tell you i didnt want to leave like about day 3? when we finally got a 2 min shower at least in camp one (: and i didnt put sunblock from then on. NO WONDER I HAVE THIS UGLY TAN LINE ON MY BOTTOMY THIGH. DAMN GROSS CAN. but at least now im muscular (: hahaha. and i can finally spot the planes on the indiana. and omg fong fong's damn funny stories about national day and the lightning conductor thing. (((x&lt;/span&gt; and haha we keep correcting her english (x damn funny (: shes like damn lian lah. (x and din says nows the time where everyone says yay. I MISS OBS. not the physical part i guess, since i cannot make it one. but i swear im more muscular noww! (: and i love all the lessons learnt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im so sleepy.zzzzzzzzz. and i miss obs damn bad. but i can never survive alone. i cannot survive w/o my watch. WASHINGTON LOVE LOVE LOVE (: SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP (: LOVE LOVE FONG FONG &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-1384200570167415164?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/1384200570167415164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=1384200570167415164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1384200570167415164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1384200570167415164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-goshy-i-miss-obs-like-damn-alot-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3340042510132739065</id><published>2008-01-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:12:11.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LOVE ONE TWELVE. cos we are the BEST! and we rock the school! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im sad orientation ended. but im glad that i had this opportunity (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and 112 got 2nd!!! ((((: thats like one nine (((((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i tell you 112 is definitely the best-est-est class i ever had. [not that i even had other classes to begin with.] if you want, i can make a list of WHY 112 ROCK. but it will take me far far far too long. AND THE LIST NEVER ENDS. ahahaha (((x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yay. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;obs tmr tmr. ))): i need to unpack, then pack. ))): im scared. alot of ppl told me im definitely going to die for obs. IM SCARED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3340042510132739065?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3340042510132739065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3340042510132739065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3340042510132739065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3340042510132739065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-one-twelve.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8864700781948085284</id><published>2008-01-10T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:44:16.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NO. ive been bad again...saying all the wrong things and stuff. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its okay if you dont want to be friends...i think im bad for you. ): if im making you sad. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8864700781948085284?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8864700781948085284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8864700781948085284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8864700781948085284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8864700781948085284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7667428122307255741</id><published>2008-01-02T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:17:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW. 2008 is here. we went to esplanade/ marina bay countdown! the fireworks so cool. then now i get a sore throat):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's first day of school. OF SEC 3 LIFE. and i still cant respond whenever someone calls sec 3. and then the prefects all got new uniform! (: so cool! haha. i feel kind of old. like upper sec. hmmm. 15. IM AGING. OH GOSHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been rather busy. i also dunno over what. but im just busy. sighhh. and this does not feel like the first day of school. just like any other day. is it because i have been going back to school during the hols? sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OMG. EDWARD PROPOSED. HE PROPOSED. AND BELLA SAID YES. I NEED TO READ ECLIPSE. can someone get me the twilight series? I WILL BE ETERNALLY INDEBTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GETTING A SORE THROAT. ))): too much shouting and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for tmr! today is so fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME AND JUNYU'S WISE QUOTES MADE UP WHILE WAITING FOR PIZZA IN THE PIZZA HUT TO COME OUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. there are 3 seasons in singapore.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the 1st is the dry season, which starts when the wet season ends. the 2nd is the wet season, which starts when the dry season ends. and the last is the shopping season, which is generally acknowledged to be all year round.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. certain races do not like pointing with the index finger, so point with your thumb when around them, so as to be polite. another race called like THE ENTIRE HUMAN POPULATION do not like pointing with the middle finger, so point with something else when around them. [no offence or any stereotype meant to be inflicted. everything here is solely for entertainment purposes]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NOOOO I CANT REM 3, 4 and 5. NEVERMIND. I SHALL COME BACK WITH THEM AS SOON AS I CAN REMEMBER THEM. [asaicrt] (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going crazy. first its NYS [new year syndrome] and now its first day of school madness. *loopy grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7667428122307255741?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7667428122307255741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7667428122307255741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7667428122307255741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7667428122307255741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6230770580323070596</id><published>2007-12-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:00:31.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM LEGEND IS LIKE SO FREAKING SCARY. im never going to watch anything remotely PG. or thriller. omg. it was like SO LOUD. AND SUDDEN. and super freaky. i almost wanted to leave half way lahh. i was like: whyy isnt it stopping why isnt it stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAYS. sleepover is FUNN (: we ate like CHOCOLATE FONDUE STRAWBERRIES! damn good! and swooned over dbsk and kibum! omg very very cute i cant stand it. and then i got crazy over dream street again. shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today i walked and talked and walked and talked. okay. i walk more than i talk lah. but still! and then. my throat pain): whyy ahh? and then i kept like kind of losing my class, but after a while i realised everyone is still here. okay, i must be imagining things. but it was quite fun lah! i love the stickers! we hide them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the naicha is like so filling. i cant finish lehh. its like, okay okay drink drink. THEN SUDDENLY VERY FULL!. so i cant even like sit down. gosh. and then we went on this "so-called-trip-around-spore". or so i refer to it to my parents. (x they would kill me lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why am i so broke AGAIN. dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JESSE MCCARTNEY, CHRIS TROUSDALE, KIBUM, JAEJOONG, YUNHO!!! and the guy who looks like zhengning, the one who has cute hair. and some names i remotely rem, but no idea who they belong to: donghae, SOMEONE WHO SOUNDS LIKE EAT UP. heechul, [okay i can rem lahh] a lot of vaguely familiar names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL STARTING NEXT WEEK. IM STUCK AT PG 373 OF ECLIPSE. BEEN HERE FOR 2 WEEKS ALRDY. HOW HOW. STILL MUST LEND PPL ONE LEHHH. in fact now im so pestered by junyu i KNEW I WAS RIGHT NOT TO TELL HER. but then i had no choice. she seen it. and besides, kyungtae knows also. SO SHRUGS. ))): cant get away. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO SAD. GOODBYE 201. HELLO 309. IM GETTING OLD. ))): and busy. AND I GAINED 2 KG WITHIN THE HOLS. LIKE OHMIGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having mixed feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6230770580323070596?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6230770580323070596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6230770580323070596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6230770580323070596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6230770580323070596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-legend-is-like-so-freaking-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-4334046126626420716</id><published>2007-12-24T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:00:45.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reporting day was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and swan lake was GOOD. i love the songs! i was like: ahhh i know that song. AND that song. AND that song. (x to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esplanade is HUGE. i wanna dance at esplanade too! the stage looks so good. and the sets are so pretty! and the theatre is huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched alvin and the chipmunks! they are so cute! esp theodore. but i think im prejudiced from the start anyways. jesse mccartney! haha. his voice is like so distorted. but the songs are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love witch doctor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-4334046126626420716?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/4334046126626420716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=4334046126626420716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4334046126626420716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4334046126626420716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/reporting-day-was-fun-and-swan-lake-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8106801606041753927</id><published>2007-12-19T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:20:48.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wait wait. i need to get myself clear. i like jesse mccartney, he is so cute!!!! and his voice is so good!! but right, he's not exactly edward kind i know. hes kind of chubby and so extremely cute. okay, anyways. so, i think chris trousdale would be good! [haha. now you know who i will be crazy over. chris trousdale and jesse mccartney!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2fyFCrYLMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4xn9HIK_p-A/s1600-h/christrousdale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145347267726159042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2fyFCrYLMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4xn9HIK_p-A/s320/christrousdale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no i think he looks better in the other pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2fzJirYLNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MiOOWYJFt8k/s1600-h/jmac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145348444547198162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2fzJirYLNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MiOOWYJFt8k/s320/jmac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this pic is hot isnt it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8106801606041753927?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8106801606041753927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8106801606041753927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8106801606041753927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8106801606041753927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/wait-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2fyFCrYLMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/4xn9HIK_p-A/s72-c/christrousdale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6210839298220739970</id><published>2007-12-18T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:54:49.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH I AM SO SAD NOW YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW SAD I AM AND I CANT BREATHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD IS REALLY REALLY CONFIRMED. [so, peixin is right! ):] BUT I [sorry to all RP fans] REALLY DONT WANT ROBERT PATTINSON. ))): HE'S SPOILING THE EDWARD THAT I KNOW. ))): i rather have chris trousdale! ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. SO HE MAY BE ABLE TO PORTRAY THE CHARACTER WELL AND EVERYTHING. LIKE ACCORDING TO STEPHENIE MEYER, BOTH HOT AND DANGEROUS. BUT BUT BUT I DONT WANT. I DONT WANT. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos, im right in the middle of my jesse mccartney/leonardo dicaprio thing. BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HEARTBROKEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6210839298220739970?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6210839298220739970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6210839298220739970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6210839298220739970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6210839298220739970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-my-gosh-i-am-so-sad-now-you-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7239635571493753730</id><published>2007-12-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:53:03.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. today was so fun!! definitely more than ytd. ytd was more listening and packing? haha like robots. ohhh, but the far east part was so fun! and arm wrestling! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today was like more dry-runs. how fun! things are not all smooth [wow, shock shock surprise surprise] but was so fun! as in i really cannot stop laughing the whole day. must be jenny niu lah. go intro ummm, chong's best friend. daniel chia [or how to spell?] haha. who is supremely disgusting. ack ack. and then our necks cramping in like diff directions? and alot of weird weird stuff only ppl like her can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before that lisa and shimin. haha. we were sitting under the escalator at far east right. and then someone passed us and burped. like very loudly. then both of them thought its me. i mean, i cant burp even if i wanted to, but its so gross can. and then lisa was like: ahem, say excuse me. and i was like: its not me. its like the dustbin. and lisa was like: say excuse me anyway. and then shimin laugh like so hard. very contagiously. and until now they still dont believe its not me. and the whole day i cant eat in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then before that shimin bluff me that she not in elds. but i should have realised it right? during camp, where violet and jeanhui were like going on about the scary elds chair (((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then before that there was station games. okay, the game we played so many times before. but it was very EWW. you see right, its the game we played at wheelock. but then right, the water spills out a lot. ALOT. and then ppl step on it. and it turns black. and then, ppl bend/squat/sit/what it is they do to pick rubberbands from the pail. and then half the rubberband population falls out. and they step on them. and then right, WE PICK THEM UP. and also, all the chopsticks very recycled. ((x hahahaha. but it was so fun! esp everyone is so funny!! they got this weird slightly constipated look [WARNING: NO OFFENSE SHOULD BE TAKEN. IM NOT LIKE SUANING ANYONE OR ANYTHING] and then i keep laughing. though i didnt laugh as much during camp. and its so fun watching like all the famous famous leaders try to play! they kept dropping though, its SO FUNNAYYYE like half the rubberband population on the floor. (((x somehow at first they just couldnt do it, but after a while it was better. (x and i shall not mention THE thing that we saw. and some groups were just plain amusing! (((((x all in all, i loved it! [even though it smelled disgusting, like rubberbands and chopsticks, so i washed my hands with SOAP (x okay. im over high. laugh too much lah.] esp inventing points for the groups! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oops, im posting like backwards]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before that, okay. i cant rem. i think it was rather fun walking around making sure everyone is doing their thing. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...before that...OH I JUST LOST MY 3rd BOOKMARK WITHIN 2 DAYS. im a failure. dont ever give me bookmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT!!! for next year to come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my uniform is HUGE. how how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7239635571493753730?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7239635571493753730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7239635571493753730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7239635571493753730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7239635571493753730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8254686872282036224</id><published>2007-12-14T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:07:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im so excited! im back from the cruise!! i love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and so, i shall give everyone a blow by blow account of whatever that happened. how exciting!!! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay, first of all, i left my house, and it was raining. how gloomy, but we were all real excited. and we took bus to harbourfront. yes i know VERY anticlimax and all. but cabs just REFUSE to take 5 ppl. sighh. and then we sang and sang and sang. cos we are like so in love with dream street!!!! ((: i mean me and junyu. in case you know, hmm. (x and ppl kept staring at us. well, whatever ppl that was inside, cos it was like SO empty. [i can print lyrics lit exam notes form. meaning: all sqooshed up]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and there was super scandalous talk about super scandalous scandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then, we reach. so we walk around for a while, and stare at clothes and accessories and clutches. and trying to find ice blended coffee, and when we finally saw starbucks, resisting the urge to have a HUGE caramel frappe. sighhh. haha. and stared at the ship displays and wondered why aint we taking SUPERSTAR LIBRA. so next year we MUST go on the SUPERSTAR LIBRA. then we will feel at home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the queues for boarding is like SO LONG. its even longer than you think it is. which is very long. so i tried to entertain us, by telling the story of titanic, ranging from how the ship sank, how many ppl died and how they did etc. my mom was like: and i was just trying NOT to think about it. heee. okay someone got to make this more exciting. and me and junyu were planning our escape route. our foolproof escape route. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then after that, we finally got on! okay, im not ashamed to say that im poor. [right. i am embarrassed at myself] and so, in titanic days we are third class. basically commoners and you know. sighhh. they call it world class. sounds quite chill ehh? and then, i got this CARD. with my NAME on it. and it looks EXACTLY like a credit card. and guess what. everything you do, everywhere you go, you swipe the card! (x and then, at the end, your dad settles the bill. LIKE HOW KOOL IS THAT. and my dad actually gave me my card!!! (x and junyu didnt even get hers. SO MEANS I CAN SPLURGE! but being the nice sensible and good girl i am [cough cough], i shall practice self control. anyway with junyu telling me how irresponsible i am, how can i ever splurge?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and so, we went to watch this musical thingy. called STREET LIFE. and oh mi gosh. its like so freaking kool. its like street dance plus latin plus highly dangerous acrobatics and those kind of dance dancing, like not vigorous if you get what i mean and figure skating and acrobatics on pointe. i was like totally freaking out. but this little kid behind me kept kicking my chair, sighh, so i leaned forwards, the entire time. but it was SO KOOL! and the costumes were so kool. OOPS i forgot! we took pics with the dancers before boarding. and we were so over excited and screaming OMG i wanna take with them as well! and then the photographer was so nice he let us take extra. with the orange dancers! which i spotted. (: and we kind of bought a lot of photos. 100 bucks worth of photos. but cos photos are so ex. its like 20 bucks each. SING DOLLARS. sighh. but its so pretty! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then after the show, we walked to the deck and OMG! we are moving! we can totally see the world/sea flashing by. and the white foam and tiny whirlpools! [btw, its about 1 am. in the morning. so the white foam was really cool!] and then, we were so zzz. we went back to our marvelous cabins! which was really cozy! i love it! but the toilets flushes like airplane toilets and i hate it. its so loud. i got a shock from it lah! i have to cover my ears and press with my toe. okay. tmi. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i watched disney channel! and tracked our progess. and fell asleep at about 3-4am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i need to continue tmr cos im so darn sleepy. i slept a total of 9 hrs for 2 days. and its like 11 right now. tmr need to go school. so i can continue on day 2[technically day 1] and night 2 and day 3 of LIN'S MARVELOUS CRUISE ON BOARD THE SUPERSTARVIRGO tmr okay? [feels so weird, talking to myself] promise! (: muaxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so if i get a little crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;look a little spacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;blowing kisses your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;will you think im okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;set the sun on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;scream a little higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hold you in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i say yeah if you say alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;CONT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;okay, im continuing from ytd. IM STILL SLEEPYZZ. but whatever. im dying to get this out! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;so, the next day. i woke up cos my mom woke me up. and it was for some reason or another. but i was SO groggy. i woke at like 7. which is way early. sighhh. and we went for a morning walk around the deck. i still couldnt get it into my head that we were moving. i mean, you can like feel nothing at all! hmmm. wanted to ask junyu, but couldnt get her. called and knocked and everything. the sea breeze was so good! (: and then we walk back and found junyu on the way! so we went for a WESTERN breakfast. and tried to practice proper etiquette, though it was kind of hard as i only took pastries. so i gave up. but i love the napkin! if not for the napkin, my clothes would be full of crumbs! and we were so full and stuffed that we stood up and i was like: HAHA LOOK! ALL MY CRUMBS MAGICALLY DISAPPEARED! (x and the gingerbread house was so CUTE!!! and sweet smiling! i love it!!! (: and the person was laughing at me. i wonder why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;then we explored for a while. very short while. cos we saw the huge reception with the 3 horseys that we briefly saw last night. and the steps were like so kool! when you walk down, you can totally pretend you are a star! OH I FORGOT TO MENTION! our cabins are at the fwd part of the vessel, so the carpet is RED. and we loved walking down the stairs. they had huge mirrors in front of us, and we can walk down and pretend that we are superstars and stare at ourselves in the mirror at the same time! (: back to topic. it was a short while because...we found the gallery!!! which means the pics we took with the orange and green dancers were there! and you know! (: and then the theatre was beside it. so we watched a movie called red riding hood! it was so cute!!! i loved it! there was loads of singing and stuff. and it was amazingly FUNNY! ee-ni-mi-ni-mae-ni-mo. catch a werewolve by the toe. if he hollers let him go. which road should i take? mom said to stick to the main road, but who listens to mom. and then she walks down the path with an arrow saying shortcut. ((x and it was pg13. and there was kiddies everywhere! and it was nth rated. sighhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and then we walked out and the ship was still moving. or it might not be, since we stopped at malacca. but i can never tell, seeing that it feels the same. and then we found that our sis and bro were SWIMMING. and it was too late for us to swim, according to junyu's mom. so we walked around more! and we found the library!! it was great! really quiet and empty and very cozy with a lot of sofas!!! and it makes me feel like the entire ship is mine! walked around the arcade, tagged around the karaoke place and stared at ppl singing, cam whored only a teeny bit on the deck. cos no 1 junyu DOESNT LIKE cam whoring. and no 2 somehow the ship makes my aiming go haywire. so for each shot i need to take like 8 times. sighh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and then we ate, at the ALL YOU CAN EAT ANYTIME NO SWIPING place on 12th deck. (x there was SO MANY PPL. we took like a bit of everything. like 2 slices of pizza, a lot of linguini, mashed potato, fish which tasted weirdly uncooked, some cherry tomatoes, fried chicken, lots of other stuff which i cant rem, but i ate it all up. and then 3 slices of cake. technically i took a bit of 4 cakes which equals 2 cakes. cos its quite a HUGE bit. and then i finished the choco cake by myself. amazingly. the skirt was definitely bursting. and then, coffee icecream! sighhh. no wonder i get fat during the hols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;wanted to swim, but much too full. so sang a bit more in my cabin [DREAM STREET HEARTS!] and finally we COULD go. (: the water was supremely cold. SUPREMELY, colder than normal. and there was no sun. plus drizzling slightly. and the water was like 1.4m to 1.7m so basically, i was tiptoeing everywhere. cept til 1.67m. then i cant tiptoe. and we kept going to the jacuzzi then back to the pool. which was not a good idea. cos the jacuzzi is like burning. 38 degrees. and the swimming pool is so cold. so when i went i was like: the water is SO GOOD!! and jumped straight in. and it was burning! and i got kind of dizzy. and i got out. i was like so dizzy i had to sit in one of those deck chairs. quite kool. but i was so dizzy! junyu as well. we were too fast getting in and out. )): and i was totally [well, almost] dry by the time i went back into the pool. and i had to get used to the water AGAIN. ): and my new swimming costume was so kool! i love it! its kinf of very bright! pinkish and orangey and VERY flowery and halter kind [tankini] and the back keeps falling. and the skirt seems like its going to drop but it never did. thank heavens! but i love the jacuzzis! they rockkk! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;so. all that time, we were in kl. actually port klang. a distance from kl. SO [i need to skip some details. its 12 plus now. so sleepyzz] we ate dinner. at the chinese restaurant we nearly went for breakfast. wasnt so bad (: the dessert was good (: and the fried squid heads (: then we went down for a walk at port klang. where i FINALLY SAW HOW HUGE SUPERSTAR VIRGO IS. [i never quite got it into my head that our ship is big.] and i saw that it was as big as WOW. a monster ship. [and i decided there and then that i shall work on it, so i can be on the cruise everyday! and my name tag will say SINGAPORE! i have seen sweden, philippines, etc etc but never singapore. and i bought this marvelous wire with my name on it!!! and my father bought lots of random stuff. i mean LOTS. haha. i never see what though. and now my name is proudly hanging on my faded peeled silver pouch/clutch! (: and it has a pink bell! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ohhh! port klang has this FANTASTIC PIRATE SHIP!!!! its looks exactly like the ships in POTC!! (x well, not really a pirate ship as it has white sails. but you know, it was really cool!!! and then, ships came and left. and they honked?! it was this really low long loud sound that made the ground vibrate. and i was on the ground. sounded like a giant fart, but nvm! (x we went back to the ship, and survived the millions of ppl checking our card. you know the card to swipe? (((x and i saw this small model of the ship and i found this measuring thing, depth of water i guess, flipper like stuff, propellers which looked like tiny fans [very cute] and the anchor! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and then back in virgo! we went up to the 12th deck, the 24 hr eating thingy. and ate MANGO ICECREAM. and this time i added like a FLOOD of herseys fudge, about 10 spoons of rainbow sprinkles [there wasnt any left after that] and alot but not as much peanut/ wafle sprinkleys. (: and this thing called chinola something or something. it's super cheesy and has the thing lasagnas always have and this super nice tasting veggie! it was great! and we tried turkey echilada! it was good as well! but we loved the first one more. and we snacked more at the kids dining area, (x AND WE WERE SO FULL! ohhh. and we somehow stuffed down 3 slices of chilled giant royal gala apples. THEY ROCKED. i love it!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and then we rushed to the show! well we made it early! [we saw the mr bean photo taking. mr bean was so scary. ] thanks to the bubble lifts! (: at the lido. this one was called musicians of bremen. its about this weird guy who looks like elvis presley and greg raposo, with his group of the hound, the cock and the cat or sth i cant rem. ): and then he falls in love with the princess! the princess had fab and i mean FAB costumes! i love them so much! i totally forgot to watch the show. first she wore like this cool white suit with matching mini skirt and high boots and a tiara etc then this luminous orange dress with like open sleeves which trail down and that kind of uneven skirt edge and long neon orange ribbons! they dance on the revolving stage! and then another diff white costume, where the skirt looked like a white version of our cheer skirt and then ther top was amazing cool. i dont know how to describe but it rocks! (: and oops! back to the story. so, the king doesnt like them. and he tricks the princess to leave. so she does. [there was this sweet part where the acrobats did the long red sash/romantic thing. it was the bomb] and then the king was so sad and he gets kidnapped by this evil red spanish queen or sth to that extent. but then, he saves the king! and he allows them to be tgt. and they KISS. ON STAGE. like wow. and then there was this amazing tramp preformance. like nth before! (x if i thought the previous show was good. i certainly was missing out on sth. NOTHING CAN BEAT THIS SHOW! and the emcee was so funny! she was like children? any children around? and some adult screamed yes so she was like: a bit old for a child ehh? haha. and then she was like okay, i know you are all hiding. i saw so many just now! okay, children, lets do some exercise! hold out you hand, and then you place them over your ears. [i thought there was going to be a loud noise so i did] and then she said: okay mommies and daddies, later on there will be another show the las vegas style topless show and no one below 18 is allowed. so rem...blah blah...and okay children you can uncover your ears. and everyone did! (x so we were all listening after all. ((x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;so, we walked out. and the ship was moving! again! just like last night. but i couldnt walk straight. we tried. but cannot. and then we cant go late night swimming ))): so we went to bed! i slept at like 2. watched more tv. i slept on the top bunk this time. and amazingly i didnt fall. so proud of myself! (: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and the next morning--&gt; shooken awake at 6. i got up, banged my head on the ceiling, tried to locate the stairs, banged my head on the ceiling, got a little less groggy, but still very, and tried to walk down, banged my head again. this time much louder. and then, i finally got the steps. walked down safely, but tripped over the last two. so i fell on the floor. shrugs. and i must have been crazy. cos i just went out in fbts. thats like pjs. ((x it was freezing! and once on the 13th deck. the sea breeze is like woah. supremely strong. like after 2 min. i was wide awake. see, the wind IS miraculous. (: and we couldnt see the sunrise like we wanted to, as the clouds were blocking ): so, we ran around the helipad and pretended to be planes. and the titanic point was closed ): cos the radar was running. so i cant get my titanic pic. how saddd. ))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and then we went back for breakfast. chi breakfast. i love the spring rolls! (: the guotie was horrible. ): the siewmai was PINK! instead of yellow but it was good! and the bao was like SO SOFT! it practically melts in my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and we went to the disco! the dancing part was small. but we made stars! (: my fav is the one called SHIPERSTAR (((x the staff was trying to read it, and she was like: that is nice! (x but obviously she doesnt get it. (: and i tried another one, but it was kind of screwed. so i love shiperstar! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and i cant believe we did this but we still did. we went karaokeing. okay, so me and junyu sang and my dad paid. but still! the songs were kind of outdated. i was amazed i found anything i knew. like VOICES THAT CARE, TRUELY MADLY DEEPLY, MY LOVE, I WANT IT THAT WAY, disney songs, chi songs, SKATER BOY [i was amazed. it was hard to sing though] (: but it was so funn!!!!! I THINK ITS MY FAV ACTIVITY! well, since it was like the first time i tried anything like this, and on a cruise somemore. so of course i was so darn happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and then a very hurried lunch cos we havent checked out and stuff. at the chi restaurant again. cos it was the closest. i love the dessert! (: and meesua(: and fried prawns!! (: and then i tried this instant sanitiser/moisturiser which smelled very alcoholic but smelled rather good later on. (: haha and then, we were saying good bye to the cabin and beds [i only JUST discovered the bed sheets which looked like an ocean. when im leaving. sighh] and we watched SINGAPORE! i saw sentosa plus underwater world. and i ran through the reception to the other side of the ship, where i mistook labrador for kranji (x and then i ran back to stare at sentosa, which was amazingly tree-ful. and i ran back to watch singapore. and this new highway/ bridge which was really cute. (: and then we slacked and talked and sang. til we reached port! ohh and there was this part where the ship had to u-turn to make it back to port. so kool! they blocked off the place! i feel so impt. (: and then they reached spore at 1.30? and i watched them rope the ship. they are like SO STRONG. they have to pull this huge thick rope, hook it, and then throw back to retriever line. it had a weight, and it took 3 ppl, 3 tries to throw it back up. back up as in like 3-5 storeys high. kool right? couldnt stop watching. and then someone kindly told us to get down. but it could be shooing. ahh what am i saying? im so zzz. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ohh, i almost forgot. junyu had western lunch and the fmaily dining with her didnt know etiquette!! ((x kind of mean, but it was funny! first, they got this funny look, [coz junyu looks very china] and then they took the wrong bread plate! they took those one the right, so there's like one extra on one side and one missing on the other. and junyu's mom was like: junyu, did you take the wrong plate? and junyu: NO WAY, THE BREAD PLATE IS ALWAYS ON THE LEFT SIDE very loudly. and the next time she looked, everyone had their plate. and then, they used the wrong cutlery. as in they TOOK the wrong ones. they took ALL the cutlery on their left, but of coz, the plate is in the middle of the cutlery. and when junyu told me about it i just couldnt stop laughing. it was pretty hilarious! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and then, we went down. and queued for like 1 hr or so. ppl kept pushing in front of us. [and i saw the band of 3 which i saw at deck 8 outside the gallery!] and somehow junyu they all very good at choosing queues but they were so much faster! and they waited for us. shruggs. TOOK the LAST GLANCE at SUPERSTARVIRGO at harbourfront. and we took bus home! i saw this huge scary black retriever police dog, quite freaky. sang more, had talks about FITs and bros and haha! and slept a bit. couldnt help it. the bus rocks well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and so, i finished my LONG story! (: all in all, i love star cruises! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and today, i woke up early and went to school. so sleepy. now its 1 am alrdy. gtg soon! so zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and i bought JESSE MCCARTNEYS BOTH ALBUMS!!!!! [quite ex but...] IM SO HAPPY!!!! I DONT THINK I CAN EVER GET OVER THE CRAZE OVER HIM. I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!! and i dont think i will ever meet him. since singapore is supp to be ulu for him )): so sad. i wanna meet him and take pic with him too! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2QI8yrYLKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rOcowDwvu0Q/s1600-h/ChrisBRANDNEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2QI8yrYLKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rOcowDwvu0Q/s1600-h/ChrisBRANDNEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2QJRCrYLLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tplCX2pAM4g/s1600-h/ChrisBRANDNEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144246862745185458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2QJRCrYLLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tplCX2pAM4g/s320/ChrisBRANDNEW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and i think chris has a great voice i love it! chris is nice too. BUT I LIKE JESSE BETTER!!! HES SO EXTREMELY CUTE! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;pics up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8254686872282036224?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8254686872282036224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8254686872282036224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8254686872282036224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8254686872282036224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-so-excited-im-back-from-cruise-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R2QJRCrYLLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tplCX2pAM4g/s72-c/ChrisBRANDNEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6470225586421448839</id><published>2007-12-10T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:19:07.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so going crazy over dream street!!! (((x ahhh. im like re watching all their videos. and wishing they never disbanded. but they were all so cute when they were young, and not as cute now that they are older. esp jesse!! he really looked like leonardo dicaprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love their songs! all stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone to hold me tonight/feel the rain/they dont understand...they didnt sound very nice at first, but after a few times very very nice!! --&gt;to the exception of someone to hold me tonight, which i liked at once! which is really rare. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never really noticed chris trousdale, but hes rather cute w/o his spiky hair and he got this great voice which i really love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my wardrobe is horrifying. 90% i cant wear, 5% i dont dare to wear and 5% i wear everyday such that im so sick of it. so, i need to do something about it. though im sure i will forget about it once school starts. sighhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6470225586421448839?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6470225586421448839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6470225586421448839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6470225586421448839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6470225586421448839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-so-going-crazy-over-dream-street-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6285687517781637169</id><published>2007-12-06T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:46:41.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Could Be a Vampire... If You Had To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/vampire-2.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like most people, the thought of being a vampire has crossed your mind. But you're not sure if you'd do it, even if you could.&lt;br /&gt;Living forever doesn't sound half bad, if you could live forever with the people you love the most.&lt;br /&gt;But do vampires even love? And would the vampire version of you even be you?&lt;br /&gt;It's all too much to contemplate. Luckily, the chances of you ever becoming a vampire are astronomically low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would like best about being a vampire: Living forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would like least about being a vampire: Blood stained teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/"&gt;Could You Be a Vampire?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. how sad. cannot become a vampire. but nvm. still swoons over edward! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just want someone to hold me tonight...&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6285687517781637169?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6285687517781637169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6285687517781637169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6285687517781637169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6285687517781637169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-could-be-vampire.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-4628893692118077922</id><published>2007-12-04T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:57:26.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh i really really love dream street. i wish they would come back together. and i love someone to hold me tonight!!! so nice lahh! stuck in my head now. ohh-ohh, yeahh-eahhh, somebody whos holding me tight, ohh-ohhh, well-well, alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im back to loving twilight series!!! thanks to junyu who re-ignited the craze about the sweetness and everything. i mean even junyu! the very non nutty and very non hopeless romantice--&gt; all quoted from her. and i hated edward in new moon. cos i forgot how sweet he was in twilight. ahhhh. but who ask him leave bella. even for her own good. which is so not true loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deployment out! wowww. im speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-4628893692118077922?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/4628893692118077922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=4628893692118077922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4628893692118077922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4628893692118077922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/ooh-i-really-really-love-dream-street.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3443631725621121794</id><published>2007-12-03T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:43:45.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh i love dream street and jesse mccartney. whyy did they disband??? ))):&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R1NtHadTyvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cX3NfkwrN5M/s1600-R/dream-street-group-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139571573888633586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R1NtHadTyvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0jwhtbO5Deg/s320/dream-street-group-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;33&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sugar rush! and dream street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3443631725621121794?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3443631725621121794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3443631725621121794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3443631725621121794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3443631725621121794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/ahhh-i-love-dream-street-and-jesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R1NtHadTyvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0jwhtbO5Deg/s72-c/dream-street-group-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7724116444080162216</id><published>2007-12-01T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:50:37.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so happy today! even though im getting sick again. sighhh. whats wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this new thingy that i like. and this super nice flowery swimsuit. (: for the cruise! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just watched uptown girls. you know, one of those old movies they play on channel 5. where i watched titanic. and now im so in love with jesse spencer's song, sheets of egyptian cotton. (((x  so sweet lahh! as in the song was based on molly! (: haha! MOLLY!. and his accent is so sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7724116444080162216?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7724116444080162216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7724116444080162216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7724116444080162216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7724116444080162216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-so-happy-today-even-though-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-185780515385067999</id><published>2007-11-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:55:22.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just browsing through my archives. some parts are really really funny, some parts i totally made a fool of myself. and suddenly i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i am very mean. VERY VERY VERY MEAN. like M.E.A.N mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i was like that. like some sort of massive suan-ner and who sounds spiteful and emo-ing and fake. FAKE. ahhhh. i feel so ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am writing all this, knowing one year later im going to be so ashamed of this post. maybe i will close down the blog when i realised that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-185780515385067999?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/185780515385067999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=185780515385067999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/185780515385067999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/185780515385067999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-just-browsing-through-my-archives.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6981438412030059122</id><published>2007-11-30T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:10:07.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant stand it. i love grade 6 syllabus. cos i can rem the music and some steps from all the da jiejie including dorothea they all. so kool right?? now we are finally learning!!! (((: and we actually started on character. after like. how long? sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oooh i love love love the russian dance!!! i really do! its really waltzy and me and joey started like dancing? (x and scolded as well. DONT SAY OOPS SAY HI! okay, im officially crazy. if i werent before. (x i want to learn loh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today wenying was SOOOO PRO! she choreo like 6 eights of dance steps for us. and everyone pitched in, cept for me lah. sighh. i was so sleepy lohh sacrificing my beauty sleep where then i took 502 and got lost and ended up at plaza sing all becoz i missed 2 105s. sighh. but its so so so kool! okay, firstly, it starts with WHY cant laoshi just choreo, and save us the trouble plus humiliation. but now, i think it will work out after all! yay (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh migosh!!! hahaha. the bet on it asian version is SOO FUNNY! i mean at first i see luozhixiang and he was like doing all the cool moves so i was like wow. and then i played the song w/o looking at it. OHMIGOSH. IT WAS LIKE SO FUNNY ESP THE CHORUS. which sounded like this: bet on it bet on it bet on it ping dao di. ((((x nvm. just go hear it!! ((((x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R1AnqsDtokI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j2IZjnAJ7iQ/s1600-R/jamesmarsden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138650789164458562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R1AnqsDtokI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CD5UJ6k9pWo/s320/jamesmarsden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i know prince edward is like rearded. but he has this charming smile. which cannot be seen here. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6981438412030059122?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6981438412030059122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6981438412030059122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6981438412030059122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6981438412030059122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-stand-it_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R1AnqsDtokI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CD5UJ6k9pWo/s72-c/jamesmarsden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3792049417131106977</id><published>2007-11-29T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:49:44.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to &lt;a href="mailto:library@orchard"&gt;library@orchard&lt;/a&gt; for the last time ever. ): so sad its closing tmr. ))): i really rather like it. ))): spent like 9 hrs there. went when it immediately opened, and procrastinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3792049417131106977?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3792049417131106977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3792049417131106977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3792049417131106977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3792049417131106977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-went-to-libraryorchard-for-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-1326088822672114539</id><published>2007-11-26T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:44:21.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i watched enchanted. again. ahhh its so nice! i love the songs. esp that's how you know! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and longchuan kept laughing and cant stop cos of her ah ah ah ah and out of the window thing. so funny lahh. until she becomes off tune. hmmmm. shaowei amazingly did not even finish her lollipop like after the entire movie. and cranberries are nice (: and crepes too! (: and i so need to go to cine again. and i wont get lost (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah deprived kid i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared for tmr. you have NO idea how scared of librarians i am now. why am i even doing this. why why oh why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-1326088822672114539?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/1326088822672114539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=1326088822672114539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1326088822672114539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1326088822672114539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-i-watched-enchanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7935371649641544436</id><published>2007-11-25T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:45:11.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd i went to watch enchanted. OH MY GOSH. i love it like mad. IVE BEEN DREAMING...OF A TRUE LOVE'S KISS and im going to re watch on mon. (x giselle, amy adams i think, was GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watched stubs. haha so funny! i cannot forget violet lee and her mimicking! ((x and kyungtae as the tofu ex jerk. who's...i think now four-timing me. so i should break up. hahaha. christopher who is claire goh, way of break up. which was real good! and sherrie as the person who is like over her sadness already. and melly who was amigo was really funny! ashima as ROSE from TITANIC!!! (x i will hold on...  and then there is the person beside deanna! haha. you should have seen deanna's face! (x and all the references to harry potter!! oh, and i was wondering, if i could have the pirates poster behind my seat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the muscles depressed part. the heart is a muscle too! sounds familiar ehhh. hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and farah who's stage manager! daphne with lighting haha. all the funny weird things. anni who was ushering? lalala. and then getting the popcorn out. SO MUCH POPCORN! i didnt know it was stuck to boxes. i REALLY thought they had SO much POPCORN! 70% salty and 30% sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like caramalised popcorn! 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe i decided to go 6 hours. how crazy. and i need junyu to go with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7935371649641544436?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7935371649641544436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7935371649641544436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7935371649641544436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7935371649641544436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/ytd-i-went-to-watch-enchanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-696633048940242223</id><published>2007-11-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:45:15.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DONT THINK ABOUT IT DONT THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrggghhhh i cant stop thinking about it. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i try to distract myself with math. sec 3 math. OH MI GOSH. it is so freaking hard. i think i am going to die next year. ):  logarithms and functions and statistics and all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i have decided. i shall go to the library with junyu when shes back. [cos i am totally scared of the librarians. who DEFINITELY hate me. and adores junyu. so i should go with her.] for 6 hrs. thats fast right? one time 6 hrs shruggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh. today i just like watched pirates harry potter and barbie all together! hahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-696633048940242223?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/696633048940242223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=696633048940242223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/696633048940242223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/696633048940242223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-think-about-it-dont-think-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3707318417636217809</id><published>2007-11-19T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:17:02.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant stand it. they are/were really HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0FwHcDtohI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bTeGYGixlHo/s1600-h/jesse_mccartney_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134508323272237586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0FwHcDtohI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bTeGYGixlHo/s320/jesse_mccartney_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse mccartney&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0FwHsDtoiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6xer6DkOxuA/s1600-h/Leonardo_DiCaprio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134508327567204898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0FwHsDtoiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6xer6DkOxuA/s320/Leonardo_DiCaprio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leonardo dicaprio&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0FwHsDtojI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OOnjtxTiN4U/s1600-h/220px-Jonathan_Rhys-Meyers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134508327567204914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0FwHsDtojI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OOnjtxTiN4U/s320/220px-Jonathan_Rhys-Meyers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonathan rhys-meyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyy i just realised its like so close to stephenie meyer(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3707318417636217809?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3707318417636217809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3707318417636217809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3707318417636217809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3707318417636217809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-stand-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0FwHcDtohI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bTeGYGixlHo/s72-c/jesse_mccartney_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8939532198319259249</id><published>2007-11-17T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:58:59.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;wooohoooo. today i went to sentosa with my ship!!! yayyy love love shiperstar!!!! (: we are the best!! WOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTMDtocI/AAAAAAAAADs/neEgjhSMCyM/s1600-h/n515691842_284003_4138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134426061763617218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTMDtocI/AAAAAAAAADs/neEgjhSMCyM/s320/n515691842_284003_4138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe we actually spent the day on the beach. okayy we played loads of card games. now i can play taiti!! yayyy. and i want to play more of it. its really addictive. and its not really gambling is it? since we dont bet anything. and we splashed and splashed. i think my shorts material rocks. it dries SO FAST. haha. unlike denim. which becomes WENDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we played volleyball. woah long chuan is damn good lah. and pris keep hitting so high. until it lands on top of the tree. and handstanding on the hot sand is NOT a good idea. at all. arrrghhhh. hmmm. we went around a lot. and im actually pretty burn-ish. even though they say i look the same shade. i have to slap aloevera everywhere. lucky got leftovers from sports fest. longchuan is reallly dark. pris got this line of tanness on her face. which looks like too much blusher. haha. elaine got darker. and shaowei didnt get so dark but also darker. thanks to our sun block!! (: my sun block smells funny. maybe next time i shouldnt get the kids one. but spf 50 know. so its good for blocking the uv rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTMDtodI/AAAAAAAAAD0/69qaAV2UuMA/s1600-h/n515691842_284019_9874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134426061763617234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTMDtodI/AAAAAAAAAD0/69qaAV2UuMA/s320/n515691842_284019_9874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTcDtoeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TRueQap7IDQ/s1600-h/n515691842_284066_2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134426066058584546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTcDtoeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TRueQap7IDQ/s320/n515691842_284066_2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STARR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTsDtogI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XQbz6hbFN5g/s1600-h/n515691842_284078_6405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134426070353551874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTsDtogI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XQbz6hbFN5g/s320/n515691842_284078_6405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTcDtofI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iUGzzZQT7LI/s1600-h/n515691842_284071_3673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134426066058584562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTcDtofI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iUGzzZQT7LI/s320/n515691842_284071_3673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel tired. all of a sudden. sighh. muscle ache is coming...i bet from ytd. arrghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cca records and cip hours are really a cause for worry. ): i shall start worrying next year at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so addicted to shakespeare. love romeo and juliet. love leonardo dicaprio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8939532198319259249?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8939532198319259249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8939532198319259249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8939532198319259249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8939532198319259249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/wooohoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/R0ElTMDtocI/AAAAAAAAADs/neEgjhSMCyM/s72-c/n515691842_284003_4138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-5429621735396555418</id><published>2007-11-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:38:29.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now im sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i know i will never ever get to be a famous movie star. )))): and im going to get old. ER. i want to be a kid! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also leonardo dicaprio keeps dying in all the nice movies. like titanic and romeo&amp;amp;juliet. horrible deaths, sacrificial for lover. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im really sadddd. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-5429621735396555418?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/5429621735396555418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=5429621735396555418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5429621735396555418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5429621735396555418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-765226172230449544</id><published>2007-11-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:39:33.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;titanic is so sweet and frustrating and sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet with jack-and-rose-ness. [i missed the front part! so sad! all that sweetness bursting. and i missed the flying part and my heart will go on. i think i will cry at that part] ((x frustrating cos ppl keep dying...either drown, or shot or pushed or frozen. and jack and rose were locked in SO many times. and the water kept rushing!!! so scary!!!! &gt;&lt; and sad as jack died. ))): he froze. [well, i forgot that titanic crashed into an iceberg] and he totally risked his life literally many many times. to save rose. and in the end rose LET GO! to save herself. but i rather wish she didnt...but if she didnt it will end up like romeo and juliet. ))))): AHHHH SO HEARTBROKEN NOWWW. [cries much.] whyyyy did leonardo dicaprio always have to dieeee. )))): he was really really cute. [i could recognise him. amazingly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RzxZV8DtobI/AAAAAAAAADk/gNEr1wKdLSs/s1600-h/romeo+and+juliet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133075908729348530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RzxZV8DtobI/AAAAAAAAADk/gNEr1wKdLSs/s320/romeo+and+juliet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was romeo and juliet. when they died ))))))))))): and it just shows how exceedingly cute he is. maybe he is edward material!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RzxZDcDtoaI/AAAAAAAAADc/zL8nKuLeclM/s1600-h/titanic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133075590901768610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RzxZDcDtoaI/AAAAAAAAADc/zL8nKuLeclM/s320/titanic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this. is really obvious. AHHHHH I MISSED THIS SCENE! but it is so sweet!!!  *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want titanic [1997] dvd!!! ...i wonder how much water they used...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-765226172230449544?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/765226172230449544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=765226172230449544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/765226172230449544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/765226172230449544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RzxZV8DtobI/AAAAAAAAADk/gNEr1wKdLSs/s72-c/romeo+and+juliet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8058740182107910297</id><published>2007-11-14T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:26:27.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM COMPLETELY ADDICTED TO JACOB AND EDWARD AND BELLA AND VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know what i want for christmas. LOTS OF LOVE AND THE COMPLETE SET OF TWILIGHT SERIES. including the 2 which are not out. which is not possible. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this on stephenie meyer's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rzran4hGSiI/AAAAAAAAADU/bG0Yg6uMZfw/s1600-h/JACOB%26EDWARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132655104063064610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rzran4hGSiI/AAAAAAAAADU/bG0Yg6uMZfw/s320/JACOB%26EDWARD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? JACOB IS CUTE. look at all the muscles. okay, not the most flattering pic, but hes cute! (x though it looks like he's stepping on her pretty pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite easy to tell who's who. and i really hope i am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacob, stephenie meyer, edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant get over jacob!!! &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8058740182107910297?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8058740182107910297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8058740182107910297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8058740182107910297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8058740182107910297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-completely-addicted-to-jacob-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rzran4hGSiI/AAAAAAAAADU/bG0Yg6uMZfw/s72-c/JACOB%26EDWARD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-193005048316242472</id><published>2007-11-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:32:30.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH EDWARD PROPOSED!!!! whyy bella never just accept. after all, she loves him and she can become a vampire as well. WHYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just finished NEW MOON. AND I FEEL SOOOOO TORN. URGHHH. i need eclipse!!!! so addicted now!!. ))):  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still like JACOB. EEEEEEEEEEE. who ask edward to leave bella. HE SHOULD NEVER HAVE ABANDONED HIS LOVE. i cant believe bella actually feels whole again. the incident should have torn her up beyond repair. even if edward IS back. AND SPEAKING OF WHICH, HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER EVER LEFT HER. EVEN IF IT IS MEANT FOR HER GOOD. )))))):  AHHHHHH. how can he be so cruel to leave his loveeee! ))): ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i like it that hes back with bella. true love back again. BUT WHAT HE HAS DONE IS ABSOULTELY HORRIFYING!. ): i cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything's not jacob's fault. he didnt knew that bella was already grounded. okayyy i was REALLY pissed at him for putting the motorbike. AND for being so utterly jealous. BUT WHO WOULDNT??? compared to perfect edward. AHHHHHH BUT JACOB IS SO CUTE. and tall. even if his bitter. I REALLY HOPE HE WILL SMILE AGAIN. and i wish werewolves wouldnt shun vampires. SO HEARTBREAKINGGGG. i really like jacob. he had been a fantab friend. and was there for bella when she was broken. and bella obviously loves him. though not with the intensity with edward. BUT ITS THERE!!. AHHHHH. why cant they be together instead. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want bella to become a vampire quickly!!! but then she cant be with jacob. well at least she WILL BE WITH EDWARD. eternally. and not hang around and keep breaking my heart everytime she changes or gets rejected and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy now that edward is back i dont hate him that much. COS HES REALLY SWEET AS WELL!!!!. but that doesnt mean he can abandon bella just like that. i like the idea of bella with edward, bella of becoming a vampire AND marry him, before 20. BUT BUT WHAT ABOUT JACOB??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. someone give me a reason why jacob is a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need ECLIPSE! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-193005048316242472?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/193005048316242472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=193005048316242472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/193005048316242472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/193005048316242472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahhh-edward-proposed-whyy-bella-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3596754453663559862</id><published>2007-11-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:28:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM NOT GOING NEAR A BASKETBALL EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i never touched one for like one year. and today i actually went down to shoot hoops with my mom and sis. EEEEUUUUUUU. i think i missed like 90% of the times...yeah i actually managed SOME. and the guys keep helping me to throw back the ball. and i never help them. because i either TRY AND MISS, or i just did not. SIGHHHH FEEL SO ANTISOCIAL. and my mom nearly left me there alone. GASPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NEWMOON!!!! why ppl dont like it i dont understand! kt is right. the author is real good. i can really feel it as it is. SO I WAS CRYING WITH BELLA. AND WHEN JACOB LEFT HER I WAS LIKE TEARING. AND MY HEART HAD TWO HUGE HOLES. )))): JUST LIKE BELLA. ))): and its like too much of a parallel. both jacob and edward. dangerous, but love her. SIGHHH BELLA GOES FOR THE WRONG TYPES. but still! JACOB IS SO SO SO SWEET! IF I WERE BELLA I WOULD DITCH EDWARD, WHO DITCHED 'ME' ALREADY, AND GO WITH JACOB! he sounds realllllyyyy cute!!!! AHHHHHHH. i like the werewolves!! alot alot! as much as the vampires!!!!  AHHHH I CANT STAND IT!!!!! ITS REALLY KOOOLLLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i hate edward cullen. lovelove jacob!!!! hes huge and tall and protective [like edward, ironically], but since edward is PERFECT, and i CANNOT VISUALISE PERFECT, i shall take jacob the cute one ehhh! (((x   lovelove wolf girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i use lj? (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3596754453663559862?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3596754453663559862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3596754453663559862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3596754453663559862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3596754453663559862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-not-going-near-basketball-ever-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-296826384233210867</id><published>2007-11-12T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:18:23.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sleepover was fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have a bad cough. sighhhh/ NEVERMIND I WILL GET WELL SOOOOON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lalala. i went with kyungtae to get contacts! so funn lahh. ended up at optical 88. which i must say is the bestest! good service manns!! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NEW MOON NEW MOON! ahhhhhh EDWARD CULLEN is so bad he go and leave bella alone then make me cry.!!!EEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I DONT LIKE HIM LIAO&gt; the sick and masochistic lion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lalala. stubs is coming soon. I CANT WAIT!!! kyungtae can be the next sarah seah! and i can wait to see ASHIMA in a SKIRT ((x hahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im so full! ate too much! im gonna get fatter. and fatter is fatter than fat.  (x so im going to be fatter than fat. shruggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MUST TREASURE ALL THE MOMENTS I HAVE NOW! IT WILL BE GONE IN A FLASH!! ): sighhhh. AND SO, I SHALL BE A GOOD GIRL!. YAY(: &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if i werent sick. i could have gone for fso. they say its fun. but i lost my voice so many times today[YEAHHH IT WAS LIKE SO FUNNY WATCHING KT TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I WAS SAYING (x]. so i guess its better if i didnt go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FUNNESS! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-296826384233210867?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/296826384233210867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=296826384233210867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/296826384233210867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/296826384233210867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/sleepover-was-fun-i-have-bad-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-2398553018009604293</id><published>2007-11-09T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:14:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent 2 hours linking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger keeps dying on me. think i have linked everyone at least 3 times. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really frustrated. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-2398553018009604293?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/2398553018009604293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=2398553018009604293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2398553018009604293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2398553018009604293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/spent-2-hours-linking.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3367675371250808583</id><published>2007-11-09T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:50:12.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love yimin!!! shes so resourceful and has like every song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so deprived, but now im not anymore! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyouuu yimin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get better. i want to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sec 3 math is going to be deadly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3367675371250808583?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3367675371250808583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3367675371250808583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3367675371250808583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3367675371250808583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-yimin-shes-so-resourceful-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-5308722986395743524</id><published>2007-11-08T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:03:33.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHIPERSTAR&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; i keep staring at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neos&lt;/span&gt; and remind myself of what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fantab&lt;/span&gt; group we are (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; like so HOT now. RED BURNING HOT. and feverish. ): &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going on abstinence from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strepsils&lt;/span&gt;! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY RESOLUTIONS FOR HOLS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;be nicer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;less ego&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kinder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NOT TO BE SCARED OF THE SCHOOL AT NIGHT OR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PPL&lt;/span&gt; TAPPING MY SHOULDERS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop getting sick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think of others! [i seem to keep breaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ppl's&lt;/span&gt; hearts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;whyy&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;, read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;frankenstein&lt;/span&gt; and taming of the shrew?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do some math. the topics are like never heard of before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grow taller &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gain some weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ponning&lt;/span&gt; dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and blogger addiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BRUSH UP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DDR&lt;/span&gt; SKILLS?? (x&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wonder if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dharani&lt;/span&gt; is fine after her op.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need more songs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THAT SONG FROM THE GAME PLAN I LIKE BUT CANT REM WHAT ITS CALLED. ): other than burning love. and JENNY! its so cute. (x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the sick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;masochistic&lt;/span&gt; lion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-5308722986395743524?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/5308722986395743524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=5308722986395743524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5308722986395743524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5308722986395743524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-shiperstar-haha-i-keep-staring.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-1382384476318955259</id><published>2007-11-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:12:20.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ship outing! so funn! and now im so so sick. i knew it. strepsils never fail to make me catch fever. no matter if its original, apple, lemon OR blueberry ): stick to fisherman's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, AH HAHA I LOVE SHIPERSTARS! we are like totally star stuck, going around looking for stars. and loads of things happened. in no order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-camwhored outside the guys toilet. and they walk out and suddenly shrink back in again.&lt;br /&gt;-saw peiqi!!! who was catching a movie!&lt;br /&gt;-saw aniqi and molly!!! who was catching a movie! and went into the wrong theatre! (x&lt;br /&gt;-saw rachel miao and laura gan after their lead camp. and they have humongous bags. poor them, so many camps.&lt;br /&gt;-went to the arcade, played the dance dance revolution thing, and me and long chuan must 2 ppl play one (: was quite fun but really malufying (esp when the pro pro person after us was watching and smirking. ) at least we cleared right, even with d (x and we played the bball thingy. whooo yimin is REALLY GOOD. and i just help them miss some, shoot some (x im sure they would be better w/o me though...one ball totally flew out, and landed in pris hands. and we beat our facils! cos we have yimin (:&lt;br /&gt;-watched the game plan. WHICH WAS SUPER FUNNY AND QUITE TOUCHING prischew cried. AND THE CHOREO WAS REALLY GOOD. monique was really sexy.&lt;br /&gt;-took neos! so funn lahh! i look really weird, esp with new hair cut. )): BUT I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;-ummm, me and pris decided to be quiet Is. for 10 min. i think we really felt like bursting after like 2 min. but we perservered all the way to heeren. from plaza sing. but we were laughing madly and keep banging into ppl. sighhh. WE LOVE TALKING!&lt;br /&gt;-talked alot&lt;br /&gt;-shared a frappe sponsered by longchuan? (x&lt;br /&gt;-cant remember liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im burning now. HOT HOT HOT. ): well, at least sore throat gone. but welcome runny nose plus phlegm [spelling?] and FEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH LIN LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Sports Announcer: [announcing basketball game on TV] 3 seconds left. The shot is up... TV Narrator: [Peyton switches channel] Welcome to the magical world of ponies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193411"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeated lines]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: Stupid is a mean word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1887429/"&gt;Kyle Cooper&lt;/a&gt;: No it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1887429/"&gt;Kyle Cooper&lt;/a&gt;: No it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193412"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: You need to be a mom to do this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0761052/"&gt;Monique Vasquez&lt;/a&gt;: I don't know about that. True mothers are smarter, kinder, and better at just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193413"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0761052/"&gt;Monique Vasquez&lt;/a&gt;: Fathers are the ones that pick you up and give you the courage to do stuff you never thought you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193414"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: My mommy says Fanny's Burgers make kids fat and give you gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193415"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: Bostun Webels, experience the heat. Buston Webels, catch the magik. Buston Webels, catch... who wites this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193416"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: I thought you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0876958/"&gt;Karen Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: I can assure you I am NOT dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193417"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0761052/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monique Vasquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;: [to Joe] Ballerinas can jump just as high as you but when they come down they come down in plies, and then they stand pointe, and they stand like that for hours. If ballet was easy, it would be called football.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(my fav quote!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193418"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0876958/"&gt;Karen Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: How are things going there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: Terrific, the food's not all that great, but my room is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193419"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: What did you put in those cookies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: Um, milk, flour, eggs, cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: Cinammon? I'm allergic to cinnamon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: You're sowry? I'm talking like t'his and all you can say is you're sowry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: I'm allergic to nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193420"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: Peyton, I still haven't answered your question. After this game, win or lose, you're still the best thing that ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193421"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: My mom says that she fell in love with you because you played guitar and you sounded like Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: Really? [Elvis voice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: Well what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: I think my mom was tone deaf and you sound more like an injured moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193422"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after Joe discovers he has a daughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001718/"&gt;Stella Peck&lt;/a&gt;: So there's no possible chance she's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: No! I mean, Sarah and I were seperated for a long time. The last time I saw her, she came over to get her things and... Oh God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193423"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001718/"&gt;Stella Peck&lt;/a&gt;: How long has it been since you ate one of your own Fanny's burgers? [takes a bite] &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001718/"&gt;Stella Peck&lt;/a&gt;: Chew long I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193424"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: You get into people's minds, JUST LIKE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: Well at least I have a mind otherwise I'd be JUST LIKE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193425"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: You don't get abs like these eating peanut butter patties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0425005/"&gt;Joe Kingman&lt;/a&gt;: My dad never let me have sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2202521/"&gt;Peyton Kelly&lt;/a&gt;: Is that why you never smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0193427"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004820/"&gt;Travis Sanders&lt;/a&gt;: Is Spike wearing a tutu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH EVERYONE LAUGH! so funny right? WATCH THE GAME PLAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-1382384476318955259?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/1382384476318955259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=1382384476318955259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1382384476318955259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1382384476318955259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/ship-outing-so-funn-and-now-im-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-474273052009131884</id><published>2007-11-05T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:34:48.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the best way to start the holidays is to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;severe sore throat. must be net carn, drama night, odt, farewell, and then camp. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for next year to come! and i wish sec 4 will never come. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cos im afraid that i will be out of psb):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, i will totally enjoy now anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do? i feel TOO FREE. and painful throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-474273052009131884?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/474273052009131884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=474273052009131884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/474273052009131884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/474273052009131884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-way-to-start-holidays-is-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7311248632194252354</id><published>2007-11-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:31:45.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH. like psltc was so so so super duper uber FUNNN/ i so cant put it down in words. basically, it was like one of my happiest, funnest, most traumatising experience. and by this i mean the NIGHT WALK. OH MI GOSH! [eenette told me buckle was watching me and made me squeal.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[so anticlimax, but other stuff like scavenger hunt was kool only. pretty meaningful, but not as scarring as night walk. thx to all the co ppl! and sry for crashing your farewell. i had no idea. )x ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MI GOSH. we were blindfolded, and made to follow the raffia string tied like AROUND the school and it was SO dark and scary! and then before that, jeanhui just had to tell us a super chao spooky ghost story about squash courts and the lights went off. and we SCREAMED. spooky righttt. ):  and then brenda was like preparing me for the thing and like kept telling me spooky stuff! scaryyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. at first it was fine...very quiet, we follow the string. and sang wheels on the bus. then right. there was this bball bouncing! like beside me! i was so FREAKED OUT. hello?? at night in school blindfolded?? and someone whispered in my ear. so i SCREAMED and brenda was like DONT BE AFRAID THEY ARE JUST SPSLS! walk on walk on! [which was really encouraging! i miss you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then got blow my ears, and wet cloth around my legs, bball keeps hitting my legs. AND SPSLS LAUGHING. nonetheless it was STILL FREAKY. and then the string was WET. i was so freaked out lahh. turned out it was red paint. and it kind of got all over my shirt. NINER SHIRT. sighhh. i think like i kept squatting down and freaking out and screaming and brenda was super nice to me lahh! she was like WALK ON WALK ON! kick them back! kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i was like...things wont be so bad anymore....[i was freaked out. VERY MUCH.] and THEN. we were stopped. and i thought it ended, so i took off my blindfold. like BAD TIMING. cos it was not over. and i saw all the red paint on my hands and i was so freaked out. and i saw jeanhui with her death stare [maybe shes like so scary thats why she gets to do all the scary stuff]. anyways, i quickly put the blindfold on. and the WORST THING HAPPENED. cos they SEPARATED US. at first i didnt let brenda go. SO SCARYYY I SO DID NOTT WANT TO GO ALONE. and i had to. brenda was not scared. many ppl were not. but i was so freaking scared lahh. somemore separate us. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think at first i didnt dare to walk. and then got ppl push me along. think it was becky. and someone came and told me: i know your scared and stuff, but you got to be independent and go through this alone. i was like thinking: OMG LIKE I SO WANT TO GO BACK I DONT WANT TO CONTINUE ANYMORE. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the phone thing so scary!!! i want to cry already. but i was so scared i cant do anything but walk? and i covered my ears like the whole way through. and nobody touched me. but still got blowing. which i screamed. sighhh. and the balloon thing. i thought she was going to burst it so i didnt dare walk. and everyone i hear someone i totally cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this part got steps so i scared i fall down, so i looked down, and made sure i didnt trip over anything. okay, i cheated. i feel like so bad now ): but i very scared i fall and scratch myself, already got this huge painful scar i got from the rockwall. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ive got to admit. it was kind of fun. but why ppl not scared one? i whispered to chong: i love you, and she just say i love you back to me!? but ppl like me, bang into the netball pole then got someone come and say are you okay, and i screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im so paranoid im totally afraid of the school in darkness and ppl secretly touching my shoulder or somewhere. I NEED TO BE BRAVER!. but so scary! ): okay. LIN YOU MUST BE BRAVE, and ppl keep telling me that in life it will be like that, dark and lonely, but i suspect at least i wont be blindfolded. cos im freaking afraid of loud noises, the unknown, the dark, touching, AND THE SPSLS. whyy ahh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. funny stuff. EEIYN!!! hahahahahaha. she was like: ahh why you touch my neinei?how would you like it if someone touch your neinei? ((x and elaine: why am i stopping??? give me an explanation. hahaha. and jasmine, who bravely told the person who hugged her: i love you too. and chelsea who kicked so many people. (((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initiation so funn! and i totally love SHIPERSTAR and our facils!!! the LONG CHUAN which brought us to where we are, and THE YUE [moon] which guided us on starless nights. you know, CHOW[move towards]YUE, and ANNIEone who helped us in one way or another!!! we love you guys! and the 9 footed star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the singing, i love elaine's video so sweet! i love sleeping in cramped spots with my ship. IN SEPARATE SLEEPING BAGS. ahem pris and yimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the spsls who planned this whole camp, the teachers and everyone! the whole board! i love SHIPERSTAR!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im personality I. means im too noisy, but creative, distracted, but encouraging! YAY. and i still suspect that i did the test wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOST MY GRAY AND BLACK ZIGS ANYONE FIND CAN RETURN ME THANKYOU. i love them alot. not as much as the pink ones though. but still alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i shall start prac for teddy bear award! (x&lt;br /&gt;chong for chopping my nails (x&lt;br /&gt;brenda for being there with me during nightwalk and lending me toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;eenette for freaking me out and then being with me for ghost stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. i had it planned out but i forgot everything. nvm. now i hope i can at least get things right when speaking with ppl. cos i always make them cry, and i dunno why. NOW I CAN BE A PEOPLE HELPER TOO! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 psb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7311248632194252354?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7311248632194252354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7311248632194252354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7311248632194252354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7311248632194252354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6744427803702894969</id><published>2007-10-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:10:38.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today the etiquette thing is SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmigosh we had a 5 course meal and its like so full. i couldnt finish. think of all the poor starving kids in africa. and i had like about half the chicken lohh. so wasted. hahahaha. and no one, esp wenyan was following the etiquettes. well possibly kt and chloe. but we all laugh so much cant even eat lohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pepper thing. hahaha. pass around so much and so violently shaking. then i drop my knife but chloe thought i drop floor so she call the waiter then he was like where is it? and im like omhigosh....  (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah. so funnayye lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got this q and a and our class is full of weird answers; i like chloe's most : THE GIRAFFE HAS A LONG NECK COS IT GOT IT FROM ITS MOMMA(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: 201 rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&gt; SEE I TOLD YOU WE ARE TOO GAY TO BE TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. so funnn lahhh prob the best thing we done in our rgs life. like making a fool of ourselves in a hotel. the waiters were laughing lahh. esp the malay one. so funnay we asked him for the bill and waved the fake card. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im BLOATED manns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6744427803702894969?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6744427803702894969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6744427803702894969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6744427803702894969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6744427803702894969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-etiquette-thing-is-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8898191431758881301</id><published>2007-10-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:40:28.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omigosh today was like damn damn damn funnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first today i came kind of early. like 7.30 plus plus. then like got morning assembly? i thought it wasnt a school day even. anyways i was supposed to come at 8. got SUCH a mega shock can? thought was going to get booked. sighhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cherie bang bang had a bad fall. which is DAMN FREAKY. and bloody. and pus-ly. and scary. poor cherie. she nearly died when she saw ALCOHOL SWAB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and april eunicegoh chloe kyungtae me are like SOOOO crazayyye today. hahaha. too malufying for words. but we were damn crazy lah. 1 future gynae 1 future prostitute 1 future director 1 future shooter 1 future actor etc and a scary scary jacket baby whose eyeballs keep falling. and somehow we progressed to educating amandatan about biology. human anatomy. 3 holes and everything. BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY shruggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and tryouts were the BOMB! its like so so so funnn. me eenette jesschan liangzi and then the sec 4 seniors come, like alina stacy cherrie. and they are leaving. so saddd lahhh. hahaha. we were like supposed to make them scared but apparently they are NOT very scared. last yr one was like: DEATH STARE. somemore purposely bring sexyback for us. whoa damn fast cann?? and then must one by one lehhh. today eenette was like helping them cheer lohh. sighhh. but we so enjoyed ourselves much. esp eenette lahh LOUDER LOUDER. make them forget steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohmigosh. hahahahahahahahaha. couldnt keep a straight face. cos i keep laughing at jesschan right? and her potato and yam shreddings and do not touch! (((: you know what i mean rightt???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;some very stiff and like you look can tell ): you knoww? and its like so funny. sighh i suppose i look like that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeahhh. so kool lahh. i cant wait for next mon. more tryouts! somemore like today SOOO many ppl turned up i got like SUCH a shock. seriously. bombarded. but good lahhh enthu ppl. then alot can split can cartwheel and then stunts? which i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to gain some inertia. but lose THE STOMACH. yeahhh. cos i see how kt dance and i get it. NO WONDER EVERYONE SAY I TOO THINN. dance like skeleton like that. strength cannot even feel. look like an awkward chicken. no offence kt! im trying to descript meself. &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GAIN SOME INERTIA. LOSE THE STOMACH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;STAND UP. SPEAK OUT. &gt; AGAINST POVERTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8898191431758881301?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8898191431758881301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8898191431758881301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8898191431758881301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8898191431758881301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/10/omigosh-today-was-like-damn-damn-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7219438310776435955</id><published>2007-10-16T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:12:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i heart shiperstar. we are like totally the funkiestest group. and we rock. and we are laughiee much. pris chew lahh. so high toNIGHT. almost puked dinner can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart the shipahhstarrr. we rhyme well. PUNNY&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with pris chew the laugher. [i was like laughing at her finger stick the nose thing lahh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;irina TAN. though i keep calling a-rina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dharani [thick jacket which keeps warm when warm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yi-min [who carries the sexy-not umbrella for me (x and the painful 3 legged thingy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;farah [whos not here sighhh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;elaine [the LOGICAL and sane one]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shaowei [i think..., but i know shes chew chia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;facils: long chuan, annie, chowyue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yay it was like so so so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think i shall add everyone to my contacts. when i have the time. yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tryouts tmr. cant wait (x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohmigosh yeah./&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HEART KYOONG AND CHOONG. cos they threw me like this surprise party whichs like damn damn kool lahh. there were like balloons all saying HAPPY BELATED BDAY LIN WE LOVE YOU. like owww so sweet!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then and then there was like party hats. POTC HATS!!! AHHHHH. and guess like who i got. CAPT JACK SPARROW MUAHAHAHA. and then we got this like small cake. and we also ate like 5 donuts worth of donut/bread/choc bread/icing roti prata thingo. ((x it was damn damn damn fun!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i like my presents.!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yahh, leon's bes necklace issit&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe bdays are not so bad after all. okay fine. its damn damn damn fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohhhh today is like carey's bday. HAPPY BDAY CAREY. &lt;/span&gt;&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/35323391-7219438310776435955?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7219438310776435955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7219438310776435955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7219438310776435955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7219438310776435955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-i-with-pris-chew-laugher.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6246832784728726897</id><published>2007-10-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:51:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my official birthday. 14th october 1993. 10.55pm [approximately]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thats like now, 14 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yet i never had a worse bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;this yr bday after exams. last yr was so much more fun, trying to study as well as eat cake. this year? i think im too free. i had 1 whole loaf of garlic bread, like 10 cups of yoghurt, ummm lunch outside. like practically 1 cup, 2 plates and 3 bowls. and then i had like 3 dinners. dumplings plus buffet plus everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ohmigosh. the so called party was rather okayy...haha the video is so funny. and in the end we all got mcflurrys instead. yeah. and we keep running out whenever the singer starts cos its so horrifying. and the emcee is like SO long winded. seriously. we were seriously thinking maybe next time WE should be the emcees. me and yi an eng and then joey and shuyi chinese. and then yiling can translate to singlish (x hahahahahahaha. and teacher KEPT on talking about 3 da tian e on friday lahh (x and saying how yirong shouldnt smile but look sad. or sexy in the spanish one? [not explicitly lahh] concert is soooooo fun. fun fun fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so much food today. my stomach bursting. okay. i swear. after today im SO going on a diet. with cardio much. sighhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i dont know what i want. its like i wait 1 whole yr and then today falls apart. well, kind of. coz it totally sucked and at least 3 times the day went down in tears. SIGHHH. funny how one can have such a marvelous day and the other has such a shit day. well at least eunice goh had fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i hate birthdays. esp mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and now im here. all alone. like ive been the whole day anyways. [almost]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NO WAIT I NEED TO BE POSITIVE. THE LAST 26 MIN OF MY 14TH BDAY I SHOULD MAKE THE MOST OF IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here comes the part i like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thankyouuu EVERYONE for wishing me happy birthday. i know im TOUCHED MUCH. that explains tears right? april, eunicechong, junyu[DONT WORRY I WILL GET YOUR PRESENT TOO], leon [cant believe], eenette [yeah i know it will turn out fine...], KYUNGTAE for like calling and msging and everything. i know im like 14 now. and your 13. and so much more mature. but according to junyu, all mature characters get the bad stuff in animes. sighhh. not good to be mature! be 13! or 14. and yi an, joey, shu yi, yiling [i just loveee listing you guys. now im 14. and OLDER (x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im not sure i did the right thing. but i love my presents muchly! [even i havent actually seen them.] i know i have like 1 NEW pencil box, 2 NEW pairs of shoes, 1 fantab name frame, 1 voodoo doll which is not mine. 1 GREEN (w)RAP skirt, 1 PINK pen with 3 refills, 1 box of caramalised tapioca[i think, which i finished anyways], ummm a pink tube which i know i will never wear, courtesy of eunicegoh and chloe (x unless eunicegoh wears hers of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i know im asking for too much. I WANT TO GO SHOPPING. in lieu of bday. [i just love using in lieu.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i cant believe im 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now im WAY TOO HIGH. i cant sleep anyways. my last 13 min of bday. 12 min. and tmr i will prob over sleep and etc etc. .and forget rs. OH YEAHHH RS. crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i finished tunnels and i hate the ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10 min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;give thineself a hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the only hug today. sighhhh. some birthday. i want a LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;8 min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6246832784728726897?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6246832784728726897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6246832784728726897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6246832784728726897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6246832784728726897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-official-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-1607087411631943275</id><published>2007-10-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:27:46.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TMR TMR TMR only got like 43 mins left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i waited anxiously for the whole year for this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet i feel nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant even rem what i want for my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me think...&lt;br /&gt;new ballet shoes from sansha [size 4.5, damn big feet i know]&lt;br /&gt;learn latin dance with sexayye moves (x&lt;br /&gt;good grades&lt;br /&gt;dance better! [more essential]&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to painful ingrown toenails and to high knees [which kills me during ballet]&lt;br /&gt;essential clothes that i dare to wear [my wardrobe is exploding but nth i actually DO wear]&lt;br /&gt;clothes that i dont dare to wear. [haha like the present frm eugoh and chloe?]&lt;br /&gt;better (fashion) sense [which i severely lack]&lt;br /&gt;never lose faith [which is dangerous.]&lt;br /&gt;new leotards?&lt;br /&gt;more shopping trips WITH money on me?&lt;br /&gt;meet alan so i can ask him about you-know-who. [scandalous]&lt;br /&gt;more time to think of a proper wishlist&lt;br /&gt;more clothes and a bigger wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT BIMB. cos im smart. and love pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossip much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BDAY TO LIN WEN AND EUNICE GOH IN 32min!&lt;br /&gt;i might be older. i have no idea (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-1607087411631943275?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/1607087411631943275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=1607087411631943275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1607087411631943275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1607087411631943275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/10/tmr-tmr-tmr-only-got-like-43-mins-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-4591253431029981244</id><published>2007-10-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:59:22.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over like so fast! peiqi is right. so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. tmr missing like everything?! sighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im confused. [this post is SO conceited. DONT READ ON]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like 201. but our days tgt are so numbered. like only about 3 weeks or sth? sighhh. 109 is like...so...dormant. what does it mean anyways? (x anyways. i really love one nine and i will never ever forgot the wonderful memories tgt. but 201? for 109 we win. even if we lose, we are still 109. but we always win. because we rock and we are the funnest class and that is INDISPUTABLE. but 201? its like,...okay, i know got nice nice ppl. but 1 year passed. one whole year. and just like that? i cant say im not disappointed. 201 has its fair share of events. but the spirit? maybe its just not there. maybe its too weak in comparison with 109. maybe we need more time. BUT its going to be over. bye bye two one and on to sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i always think myself as a niner. never a one-er. or whatever they/we call themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont wanna say buhbye to 201 cos i like 201 too,&lt;br /&gt;'mine own' i would say, but if mine then yours, and so all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no connection. but thats me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting fat too. too much carbs and no exercise. im getting flabby. NOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-4591253431029981244?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/4591253431029981244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=4591253431029981244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4591253431029981244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4591253431029981244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-2530057523500962770</id><published>2007-10-02T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:54:21.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM FAILING IM FAILING IM FAILING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FAILING I NEED TO BUCK UP PULL UP MY SOCKS WHATEVER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING FOR GPA ABOVE 3.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jhsfuawgeofiugwal;ieuvfgbwo;auebdvepqwiohe[fqoievfhweioudbvpeuiqrfpq3iugef4wuebcfouiwebvpouervg[euoqvio3bvripq3ubvrpiuebvrperivg79ea9a7h9uerhgpiuebgpq8y-29478ty-239478yrt-9hbijdfxfvpsuirdvn p9d8ryf-9w38fhbersthb 437905pq973t4iutsgjvfbsjufgsuitr8owuagvfhs d8rf7263 098tywerbfvjsdhbvuisgd0rf873y409r y2u34 49378y t34897y r-8934y r834y r-8347 82y c58934 y74y ter8h ge98yfgdfuihvjkxcbvdgfiauwgetituwegfdhbvjhdfgyrtyeybcughurtfb ejhrgue uewg roiweu ew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-2530057523500962770?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/2530057523500962770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=2530057523500962770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2530057523500962770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/2530057523500962770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-failing-im-failing-im-failing-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7163756748434414758</id><published>2007-09-29T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:13:03.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i here. im supp to be mugging. but as you know, i never. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like so stressed. ytd i even forgot all my steps. too much stress linn, too much stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everyone got such high expectations of me. arrrghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im expected to get high from my parents. [so they got sth to compare with my sis next time] im expected to get high from school and teachers. [i mean like duhhh]&lt;br /&gt;im expected to get high from kt? [cos she kind of thinks that i ALWAYS score high. which is like TOTALLY not true. hey im HUMAN. sryyy im trying not to sound obnoxious yet angry. and failing miserably]&lt;br /&gt;im expected to get high enough for psb. [or else say byebye]&lt;br /&gt;im expected to get well from myself [ill personally murder myself if i get gpa below 3.2, and that means suicide. ok, i luvv life too much i wont, but torturing myself will be enough.]&lt;br /&gt;im expected to get high so that i can still go for activities. [like you know what]&lt;br /&gt;im expected to get high so that i can still look at myself w/o shame.&lt;br /&gt;im expected to get high so i wont get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;im expected to get high just for that 3.2 or 3.5 in my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rv3PPP13oFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WkSXEXoJCY8/s1600-h/IMGP1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115472612620214354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rv3PPP13oFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WkSXEXoJCY8/s320/IMGP1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs look perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rv3POf13oEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PVOtBERIxEk/s1600-h/IMGP1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115472599735312450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rv3POf13oEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PVOtBERIxEk/s320/IMGP1445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is meant to be 2 splits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rv3PPf13oGI/AAAAAAAAADE/a3sfCMqWNaI/s1600-h/IMGP1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115472616915181666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rv3PPf13oGI/AAAAAAAAADE/a3sfCMqWNaI/s320/IMGP1417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you see what we see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rv3PPv13oHI/AAAAAAAAADM/K648HPXdtso/s1600-h/IMGP1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115472621210148978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rv3PPv13oHI/AAAAAAAAADM/K648HPXdtso/s320/IMGP1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;im expecting more of this after exams. &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7163756748434414758?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7163756748434414758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7163756748434414758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7163756748434414758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7163756748434414758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-am-i-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/Rv3PPP13oFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WkSXEXoJCY8/s72-c/IMGP1398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7203593645365432070</id><published>2007-09-21T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:21:32.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the assembly show was rather like something wrong. but not as nice, cos the dancers quite weak. as in not as much strength as laoshi's. and the black guys are so nightmarish. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA. im so highhh. we played the who am i game. i got like AL PACINO? what? like half the ppl dunno who he is. i also dunno. apparently hes the one who played shylock. kool. and we sang. voices that care and reach for the stars. and throughout the song got so many reach. but i only manage reach 1. well, at least i REACHED! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they were like put your hands up and freeze. ohmigosh i didnt know got surprise spotcheck. sighhh. eenette got one long sock and one short sock. SO FUNNAYE! ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met so many new ppl. but i forgot their names. hope they can rem me. lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no i wasnt listening 100%. what if i missed out sth impt? i think there WAS sth about court shoes and mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy im happy today (: cos i ate ee iyn's champagne mooncake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmigosh. YES the downstairs hokkien mee store opened again! and i ate wonderful+oily+fatty+delicious carrot cake. muaaak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dont worry dear kyungtae i still and always will love you loads. no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7203593645365432070?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7203593645365432070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7203593645365432070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7203593645365432070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7203593645365432070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-is-so-fun-assembly-show-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-1132229670840504047</id><published>2007-09-20T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:23:58.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;now no one knows why im emoing. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;im so disappointed in you. why do you always hang around like you clearly dont want to? im really really sorry im irritating to you. i didnt know? you dont have to come confusing me. im already confused enough. i thought you knew me. but argh. i cant take it anymore. im not a freaking dustbin. if you want, you can always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;go away. and leave me alone. like its not bad enough already. i just dont know what to do around you. stupid dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;why do you have to come and pierce through my heart. as it is im not doing well in my studies. i know you prob been like first for everything. whatever. im used to being the last. AHHH I HATE MYSELF WHY AM I ALWAYS SO MEAN TO OTHER PEOPLE&gt; im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;i need to find who i am. ive been horrible. i can feel it too. friends. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt; i feel so so bad. i feel like a mean person. a bitchy loser. why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;im failing math and lit. im failing the subjects which i LIKE. im sorry, but i like math. and lit. i need HELP.  ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-1132229670840504047?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/1132229670840504047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=1132229670840504047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1132229670840504047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1132229670840504047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-no-one-knows-why-im-emoing.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7639237901992008440</id><published>2007-09-12T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:53:16.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i failed lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldnt take it after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7639237901992008440?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7639237901992008440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7639237901992008440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7639237901992008440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7639237901992008440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-failed-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-1520826529429101946</id><published>2007-09-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:10:06.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to my dearest dearest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone deserves off days. i know your damn sad and pissed. i know the feeling of like when everything is going wrong and nothing seems right. trust me. it happened too much. place your faith in God. everything will go right soon. you may not see it now, but its going to come like real soon like sooner than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least you dont have a psycho mom. GOSH she seriously drive me nuts. she goes on and on and on. and drives me to tears. EVERYDAY. and she just continues. i swear if you get me a doctor, you will find that i am tethering on the line of insanity. im so so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stupid bro is trying to snatch the com from me. literally and figurally. after he fails to get the mouse, he goes to my dad and complain. WHAT THE. cant a girl get some peace and privacy in this madhouse&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis doesnt speak to me. which is a VERY good thing. EXCEPT. she does. everytime she sees me, she goes LOSER or BIG FAT PIG or STUPID or some weird phrase she thinks of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they ALWAYS compare my marks with my sis. and OBVIOUSLY i get lower. EACH TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bro just offed all the lights in my room. knowing perfectly im RIGHT HERE. and he ALWAYS watch off the tv each time im watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH CANT I FREAKING GET AN EASIER LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt help listening to just so you know now. tears are streaming like mad. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro just came and peered into my eyes. resisted urge to shove him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to get 18 and get away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no major digress. supp to comfort you and everything. sighh. but i know whatever i say just makes it worse. so nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know each time i say i hate you i never mean it. its always in this way like not really mean it one. but i guess you cant tell. cos of the really hurting suanning remarks. maybe you dont mean it too. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RuaSyCkZxyI/AAAAAAAAACs/4bWacgWW6cI/s1600-h/IMGP0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108932215679076130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RuaSyCkZxyI/AAAAAAAAACs/4bWacgWW6cI/s320/IMGP0921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-1520826529429101946?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/1520826529429101946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=1520826529429101946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1520826529429101946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1520826529429101946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-my-dearest-dearest-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RuaSyCkZxyI/AAAAAAAAACs/4bWacgWW6cI/s72-c/IMGP0921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-5298478063943429885</id><published>2007-09-08T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:08:27.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall take a break from the look-down-on-yourself-and-tell-youself-you-suck feeling and tell myself that i rock. FOR 3 DAYS. yay lin you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope hope hope we can go esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my butt is too big. only ppl like joey, yiling, yi an have flat butts. joey's one is non existent. which is why i have a too fat ass. sighh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-5298478063943429885?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/5298478063943429885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=5298478063943429885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5298478063943429885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5298478063943429885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-shall-take-break-from-look-down-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-4925316893538573502</id><published>2007-09-06T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:35:43.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found a reason to blog. a reason that does not include looking down on myself. no this includes looking down on other. NOT ME OBVIOUSLY. im too 'nice' *hinthint*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://love-legacy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://love-legacy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go tagboard older msg. check out /*/ and RUIQI II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMIGOSH I NEVER KNEW SOMEONE LIKE THAT COULD EXIST. the mere words that pour out of her mouth. im amazed her fingers can actually bear to type all of those out. okayy, maybe i have moments where i sprout words in fits of anger but SHE IS JUST TOO SIANN. i mean seriously. going around suanning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm that. she said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;: and tutu is the ballet thang. anyway, if you were referring to THAT tutu. oh gracious, you'd better grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i want my own tutu. even i know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ruiqi does not mean the ballet tutu. yet the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;RUIQI II person is like making a fool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;of herself. yes. i want a PINK BALLET TUTU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and its NOT a child thing/ GERRIT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;RUIQI II: i can't help it, but zinc is totally out of the league. which class are you living in?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[like OMIGOSH]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;RUIQI II: but on the contrary i'm adding on to your ego. for i'm aiding you to attract so much more attention. no wonder you mentioned that you enjoyed these. i see, i see.&lt;br /&gt;RUIQI II: i'm not trying to show that i'm like you (i.e unable to find the point of focus). i still want to emphasize what a big WANNABE you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[kettle calling pot black. or is it the other way round?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUIQI II: p.s. i'm not talking about kopitiams where everyone gets so rowdy. i'm definite that you were you thinking about that.&lt;br /&gt;RUIQI II: and don't mention it for adding spices to your oh-so-horribly-LOW life. no problem. you can buy me coffee someday. or, are you so low class that you don't even visit coffeehouses?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[whats her prob with coffeeshops? we got it for chi oral okayys?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUIQI II: well maybe except for mayee. she's so much more matured. she's the sensible one here (i.e. unlike anyone of you here). and i salute to that.&lt;br /&gt;RUIQI II: and i find your friends are just as shallow as you. calling idiots despite not having the knowledge of the word. at least i can speak and think properly , unlike the people here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[and this sentence is downright insulting.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUIQI II: and i found this extremely entertaining. i'm not like a mugger. at least not a self-proclaimed mugger like you. genuine muggers are the cool ones. and you're so out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[WHAT THE.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUIQI II: and look at the brands you're asking for. low class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUIQI II: i despise you for not even being able to differentiate the focus. i got 276 for it. what about&lt;/em&gt; you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[this is horrifying. DESPISE? like she have the RIGHT to despise anyone PUH LEASE LOHH]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats not all. its full of insults and chiim stuff. i spot intoxicated. whyy do everyone use it, its like so off? anyways. shes like so ARGGGHH. impossible. if she goes around telling ppl they suck and shes from rgs. OMIGOSHH. OMIGOSHHH. no wonder ppl think we are &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;snobbish&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;pompous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shes such a LOSERRR. and i dont mean it in the good kind natured way i call my good friends. shes a BIG LOSER. with severe self issues. and a gigongous ego. and IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;made my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;day SO int&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eresting. way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;to go,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;LOSERR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-4925316893538573502?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/4925316893538573502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=4925316893538573502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4925316893538573502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4925316893538573502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-found-reason-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8273110062731966248</id><published>2007-09-05T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:07:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i suck alot. i look at myself in the mirror and see evidence. ewww i never want to see myself again. and i am not flex at all. and i cant even sit down for 5 mins to do hw. procastinater is ME. ive been saying tmr ill do hw since SAT. nows WED. omigoshhh. 2 more days left. or 1, since friday not free. and weekend sure play one. OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously friends, what DO you see in me other than the 98% crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8273110062731966248?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8273110062731966248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8273110062731966248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8273110062731966248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8273110062731966248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-i-suck-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7322587727347074104</id><published>2007-09-03T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:55:38.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its been so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ytd was concert. and now im having post concert/ vt blues. again. sighhh. if this happens like everytime i go for concert then sighhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SO FUNNN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love the changing rooms with all the lights! and sneaking to everyone else's rooms. like alice and jiaxuan they all, very funn! i think jiaxuan not-so-secretly like the neon pink dress. nvm, cos i like it too. with my pretty pretty tiara. and she keep tugging it though i never see. haha. and we steal lipgloss. STRAWBERRY lipgloss yummm. alice so cute! mann, shes like so so cute on stage. haha. we wont supp to eat in front of them, so we went to stand behind them and eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then sneaking to yirong they all the room to sneak at their make up? and the kiap kiap thingy (x omigosh. last night i only kiap my right eye, but i cant see the diff? and when i wanted to put mascara i couldnt find my eyelashes. coz of the super dark liner. shruggs. (x but i like like the silver gluey thingy. haha everyone cant open their eyes. hahahahaha. yi an's one got stuck to her eyelid, then she go peel off and walk around with half of it only (x and steal hello pandas. i think it was yvonne's. haha. and then i seriously ate alot lohh. like 3 packet hello pandas, 3 packet cheese/ peanut biscuits, half long tube of pringles, shared big pack jack and jill with joey, 3 pieces of wan wan and 1 worm sweet. THEN got dinner. and bread with tou sa later. and still not full. but thats me. im gonna get FAT soon mann. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hate eyeliner. doesnt make my eye bigger. ok, actually, it kind of does. but everyone eyes very big already then they draw bigger so mine still look small lahh. (: very hard to get off. i think i accidentally stung my eyes like 10 times. ): ok, practice makes perfect. and im damn lousy cann?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i went on my eyelid mission. so far im the ONLY ONLY ONLY?!?! single eyelid person. i know i look damn funny going around looking into ppl's eyes but haha. and eunice, yijun, chelsea they all is one single on double (((x even better than mine mann! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and yi an's lashes. REBONDED LASHES. its like so so so straight. we put like tons of mascara and then kiap like 10 times and its like STRAIGHT! haha and it finally curled.....[5 min before we go on stage] i accidentally saw her eyelashes. they were STRAIGHT AGAIN! i laugh like so much i didnt have time to stop before going on stage. and on stage i nearly laugh again. was like biting my lip and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. and piggy back session. must have carried like everyone mann. got shu yi, yiling?, joey who is damn damn light. and we went knocking on mandi they all room and run away after that. lalala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and major camwhoring. i very smart. bring cam but forgot to charge. nvm, later buzz them send me pics. (x I LOVE IT!!! camwhoring with practically everyone lohh! haha. and all the dajiejie got all the weird weird poses. (x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;teacher changed shirt like 3 times. one to see whether nice or not, one for vip, one for going on stage, and get flowers! (x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the confetti was irritating but funn. coz like it went into my eyes like 3 times. then all gather on my tutu. so i look like a walking christmas tree(x and after that we were like throwing confetti and going around telling ppl, EHH HOW OLD ARE YOU EHH? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think got a lot of stuff NEVER AND CANNOT say. but hahahaha it was damnnn funn. oh i thought yirong turn turn turn going to fall down...but she didnt. OBVIOUSLY! she so rocks lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(: YAY I LOVE CONCERT. though now its really sad. coz i WILL NEVER see my alice, yijun chelsea anyu jiaxuan, yirong kaiqian vanessa mingjie yvonne mandi jingwen yanting kelly etc. OH SADNESS. and also sad for other stuff which you think not impt but nvm. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND SAD KT NEVER COME. SO MANY CHINESE DANCE ITEMS WHICH YOU WILL LOVE!!! sighh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and EENETTE YOU CAME! haha. i thought you got go in a tutu before. never meh? ahh. must quickly arrange day so we can come choreo tgt kk? i know you found it weird, but the modern item was damn good. item 3. you know? a bit like our syf kind, sad sad one. and the spanish one was good! the seniors dance one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and CHONG who is having fun at NDP chalet but cant come and who cares? HAVE FUNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YAY&gt;I LOVE CONCERT. wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7322587727347074104?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7322587727347074104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7322587727347074104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7322587727347074104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7322587727347074104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-5271454362260971932</id><published>2007-08-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:54:14.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everytime i come back from dance, like anything dance class: mambo, cca, ballet...omigosh. i feel like crap. coz i suck. i dont know why. maybe im just not meant to be. like you know, lin-the-no-talents-at-all-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt take a rocket science [quoted kt] to figure out why i suck like so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know theres a reason why i never get chosen. the reason why i never improve no matter how much i try. it certainly doesnt take a rocket science to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can like totally quote out WHAT im missed out because of my pathetic skills. it will be like bu sheng mei ju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say psls must be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can at least strain a smile right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeew. i need to shower. so stinky and smelly and sticky from dance. so much ive put in, where are my rewards? what do i get? dont we reap what we sow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt help that im gonna fail chi pt. and eng PE SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think no one will realise that the droplets of water are not sweat, but tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me. please pick me up from where i fell, because whatever i do does no benefit to me at all. i really dont know what i should or could do. i need to sandpaper my dance. or whatever that means. i need all the help. i need the little nudge in the right direction. im so lost. so so lost. help me find the right way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-5271454362260971932?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/5271454362260971932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=5271454362260971932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5271454362260971932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/5271454362260971932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/08/everytime-i-come-back-from-dance-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-6173883126603878541</id><published>2007-08-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:21:55.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omigosh. so much so much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;math sucks. hope i can get 3.2 at least. totally panicked. no time. lost 10m already. first time ever being so pathetic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;geog bio fine phewww, or more than fine (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i scared for chi and eng oral and lit and hist coz i know im gonna screw up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;omigosh and this the unbelievable one. PSB08' &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;its so kool to find out what your pri school friends are like now. and they are all so unexpected. just like me. who thought the stupid, quiet girl at the back of the class with no friends would be what i am? okayy. at least now i have friends. and im not that quiet. im diff, and proud of it. omigosh. some of them, unexpectedly, are cheerleaders [ok, it was expected but i was still shocked], psls [this i am pretty shocked], got contacts [surprise surprise], became lian [omigosh] etc etc. oh myyy. sounds like myself, the first 2 pts. ahh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; thankyou Lord, for everything and everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-6173883126603878541?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/6173883126603878541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=6173883126603878541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6173883126603878541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/6173883126603878541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/08/omigosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8979927519566012773</id><published>2007-08-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:12:47.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been waiting for this day for very long. (: my 109th post. how historical! (: oh mannnn i luvvvv 109 and the fun and spastic times we had. i want class gathering! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RrHdBxzLGtI/AAAAAAAAACk/5pQdG3wn7II/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094095676150323922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RrHdBxzLGtI/AAAAAAAAACk/5pQdG3wn7II/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms loo...dont you luvv 109 too? and mansi...&lt;br /&gt;we are such a fun class! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant find all my other photos. oh no, hope i havent lost them. thats disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeahh, you know, class parties, chalet, welfare commm &lt;3,&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: What makes you laugh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: other people's misfortunes (teachers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: stupid people/music videos trying to act emo and cool but fail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: almost everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: Is laughter important to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: funny what!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: it makes no diff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: reader's digest says laughter is the best medicine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: i like to be happy :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: burns fat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q: What makes you think laughter is commonly heard in school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: my friends laugh alot...&lt;br /&gt;A: laugh about things in RGS&lt;br /&gt;A: i heard it&lt;br /&gt;A: youngsters like to be funny&lt;br /&gt;A: i hear people laughing all the time&lt;br /&gt;A: many people have a great sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;A: it is heard&lt;br /&gt;A: i always see my friends laughing&lt;br /&gt;A: students joke around&lt;br /&gt;A: Girls. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;A: cheerful, bubbly students&lt;br /&gt;A: from me! (: --peiqi&lt;br /&gt;A: erm.&lt;br /&gt;A: there are happy people around&lt;br /&gt;A: i hear a lot of laughter&lt;br /&gt;A: 205 is a funny class&lt;br /&gt;A: some girls cant stop doing it&lt;br /&gt;A: girls are giggly&lt;br /&gt;A: very noisy&lt;br /&gt;A: RGS funny what!&lt;br /&gt;A: wide mix of people who laugh for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: RGS should laugh more? Why?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, but i laugh a lot already&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, stop being so mugger&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, lightens the heart&lt;br /&gt;A: no, it irks me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, but we tend to laugh a little too loud sometimes&lt;br /&gt;A: no, they always laugh a lot&lt;br /&gt;A: no, they sound really annoying&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, FUN.&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, the more the merrier. just dont go nuttoz.&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, getting fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where do you get information on laughter from?&lt;br /&gt;A: i just know&lt;br /&gt;A: life&lt;br /&gt;A: common sense&lt;br /&gt;A: myself&lt;br /&gt;A: my KNOWLEDGE :D ---peiqi&lt;br /&gt;A: everywhere&lt;br /&gt;A: comedies&lt;br /&gt;A: TV&lt;br /&gt;A: experience?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigosh. hope you havent died from laughing too much, i mean naturally, when our rs is on laughter, but too much of one good thing may not be good! yay. though i nearly laughed till i get abs. (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8979927519566012773?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8979927519566012773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8979927519566012773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8979927519566012773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8979927519566012773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-been-waiting-for-this-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gcjt23DoGUI/RrHdBxzLGtI/AAAAAAAAACk/5pQdG3wn7II/s72-c/DSC00331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-1289567042166254665</id><published>2007-07-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:53:45.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh. i didnt know that you can change subject combi in jc. then i shall settle on trip sci lit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yirong tole me that rjc ppl very stuck, dont go rj. go nj. but really meh? i mean like last yr sec4 seniors was pretty dao but we are like so not stuck up, i mean look at me (x haha. okayy nvm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. i miss dance already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh my deathly hallows! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-1289567042166254665?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/1289567042166254665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=1289567042166254665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1289567042166254665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1289567042166254665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/07/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-4024075953023507441</id><published>2007-07-21T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:37:41.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd. we got 3rd. yay. (: of coz, we lost to hiphop. i mean seriously, ballet/cultural never wins hiphop/street/breakdance/etcetc. but it was dammmn fuunnnn! im so so so happy! (: grease lightning! and all the phototaking. haha everyone was like staring at the tutu pls. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was rhd. i tried to wear the sticker thingy out. [the one supraja gave me, you know, between your eyes.] and then i was on the bus, and 2 malay girls were like pointing at me and like pointing at the place where your sup to paste it. [btwn ur eyes] and laughing at me. and calling me goondu. sighh. i mean its like so OBVIOUS. so much for RACIAL HARMONY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-4024075953023507441?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/4024075953023507441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=4024075953023507441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4024075953023507441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/4024075953023507441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/07/3rd.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-1399788215722796866</id><published>2007-07-18T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:36:39.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>date with kyungtae. muahaha. after what mrs tay said. dating with the same sex. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luvvv hpatootp (x the name is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luvvvv the fighting. i luvvvv all the action. i luvvv squashing kt's hand. i luvvv subway cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ron weasley is cute. luna lovegood is prettayy. nymphadora tonks is awesome!!!! nymphadoratonks nymphadoratonks nymphadoratonks! (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-1399788215722796866?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/1399788215722796866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=1399788215722796866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1399788215722796866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/1399788215722796866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/07/date-with-kyungtae.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8540610275907836927</id><published>2007-07-15T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:29:38.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i flunked my lit sa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up hist pt. seriously. damn weird idea, now that i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is so screwed. im taken out of everything. like seriously everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nice nice nice seniors! minjie vanessa yvonne kaiqian yirong. ooh. and i still dont know what they were laughing at, though i know its me. (x they and all their weird exaggerated gesticulations. trying to make us move our heads. and get our steps right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought of something. coz the seniors at like 16,17,18,19, that means its over jc and in uni. but i want to go overseas uni, if given the chance, so that means i cant continue dance?!!? what the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;South West District Dance Challenge 2007 - A Dance Journey. A dance competition launched to source for the best of dance talent in the South West District. Finalists of this competition will get to perform their preferred dance in a dance musical entitled A Dance Journey, choreographed by Mr Bill Calhoun, one of the judges for The Dance Floor. He will also judge the competition. A Dance Journey, which will conclude the South West Arts Festival, will be Singapore’s first specially choreographed staged dance production. It will include different types of movie-inspired dances all woven into one performance and be held on Saturday, 21 July 2007 at West Coast Park. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come support us! the 扭扭 roll left, right, left, left, right, repeat! (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8540610275907836927?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8540610275907836927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8540610275907836927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8540610275907836927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8540610275907836927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-flunked-my-lit-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-3335690274014605205</id><published>2007-07-12T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:42:49.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today harry potter and the order of phoenix is out. and i dont have time to watch. nvm. go watch on sat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is lit sa. hope i dont flunk it, cos im not studying, as you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin is coming...soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe this. my sis is p3. only p3. and shes transforming into a mini jiahuang. yes, shes freaking reading the dictionary. omgosh i cant believe this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-3335690274014605205?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/3335690274014605205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=3335690274014605205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3335690274014605205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/3335690274014605205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-8725458438211182330</id><published>2007-07-07T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:56:19.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. today was a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-1, dance choreo by bill, we are doing Grease song! (: its so kool and fun! oh, its for the competition, which i didnt go coz i was in china then yiling join her chinese dance group for the comp so i can take her place! yay so nice of her! (: i luvvv the dance. [its on the 21st july. ballet under the stars how?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4, omigosh omigosh omigosh omigosh. interviews. no need to say, i totally screwed up. coz like the first question i didnt answer at all, then the scenario i was like totally lost and everything. and the questions i kept stuttering and adding on. ): and the way the teacher spoke was like we are all going to not get in. oh shit. what am i going to do if i dont get in? 2 years of dreams gone. and my horoscope says im going to make an impt decision on early july. i guess that was it. ahhh. im going to die if i dont get in. which means im dying anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30-6.30, rush back for dance, did the finale like 4 times! sheez. and then the 4 swans one also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-9, imm shopping. its really hard to find a white shirt with no collar, u neck or v neck, absolutely no design whatsoever, yeahh. took us forever. i wish i could have worn my tank top. then no need so ma fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i better get started on hw, considering i take half an hour per question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall take trip science, for the sake and the love of science. but geog for the fieldtrips or lit for leonardo dicaprio in romeo and juliet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-8725458438211182330?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/8725458438211182330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=8725458438211182330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8725458438211182330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/8725458438211182330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35323391.post-7272517108028714889</id><published>2007-07-05T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:34:40.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh. im so so touched by cas. how i wish she was in rgs, so i can be besties with her and see her everyday! too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh. and she made me realise what a happy and bonded class 109 was. sth i never had, esp in 6r. i luvvvvvv 109!! and richard!! and dance!! and my dear friends!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luvv eenette for my bible! (: and the msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i will still fume about being referred to as caveman. what the? like its our fault we HAVE to cheer like that? [though it is so very special and brings out the rafflesian spirit and you know its us down the streets if you hear the 'growls'.] BUT STILL! no reason to call us cavemen! old school tradition, and to be coordinated to ri. which is rather dumb. since we are informed that ri guys cheer damn high. *hint hint* but hey that defeats the whole point of cheering low! but i luvv it! i luvv school! i luvv the spirit, i luvv[not so] the crazy rules, the crazy ppl, richardson, dance, everything! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im in such a loving spirit today, and i hate to dampen it, but psb interviews are this saturday. and i am so scared, and so helpless. its like i dont know what to do, to prepare, and i just want the position so badly. its like reliving sec1 orientation, and then i told myself that when i am sec3, i must be a psl so i can be a fantabulous role model like our psls too! and its like everyone who signed up is so much more of psl material, and im like nothing? so its like i think too much of myself to even apply. oh mannn, but i do so want to be a psl! and be enthu and luvv everyone. so so so scared. i mean, as of my character, i ALSO screw up interviews. without fail. and if i screw up...gosh i dont know of the things i will do if i dont get it. its like my life-long[or life in rgs] goal and if i dont achieve it...): i know abby weiting sherrie said just be yourselves, but what if its just not psl material? [coz deep down i know im not good enough] ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord, please help me, guide me through saturday's interview, give me the courage to be myself, and lead me through the questions. i pray that i wont stumble through anything, that You will be there for me, help me to ace it, or to do my best, and that everything will go smoothly. i really really want to be a psl, but i know i cant do it without You. Lord, help me to realise the answers within me, the real true answers that i would answer with whole-heartedly. i pray that You will pick me up, even if i dont get in, that i will still be able to continue through. in Jesus' name i pray, Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35323391-7272517108028714889?l=de-lin-quent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/feeds/7272517108028714889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35323391&amp;postID=7272517108028714889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7272517108028714889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35323391/posts/default/7272517108028714889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://de-lin-quent.blogspot.com/2007/07/oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Linnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07431123149148171937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
