<?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-6574744</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:53:56.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inamorata. do you love me?     </title><subtitle type='html'>take the dagger stain it red ~wet it with my blood~ who's to be the sacrifice ~release you from your sins~ findmesavemekillmemournme so kill me... kill me if you dare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-109655377067395707</id><published>2004-09-30T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:16:10.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PARALLEL-ITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;at long last.&lt;br /&gt;normally i'd have a lot to say,&lt;br /&gt;but i just want to make this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate copycats.&lt;br /&gt;did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;just because i like something&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you have to go like it too.&lt;br /&gt;just because i've made a resolution&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you go make a similar one&lt;br /&gt;cause you think it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;you change it, a litte,&lt;br /&gt;and say it's yours,&lt;br /&gt;but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;and you take the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm changing my image.&lt;br /&gt;and telling no one.&lt;br /&gt;must you follow?&lt;br /&gt;and tell the world&lt;br /&gt;so they think you're the one&lt;br /&gt;with the ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure don't appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no mind of your own.&lt;br /&gt;get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like j-rock.&lt;br /&gt;must you follow?&lt;br /&gt;i'm changing my outlook to be rock-ier.&lt;br /&gt;must you follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you copy my everything.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you pretend you understand what i rant&lt;br /&gt;but you don't --&lt;br /&gt;and i can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just get lost.&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm myself.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you steal my idols,&lt;br /&gt;my loves,&lt;br /&gt;my hates,&lt;br /&gt;my style,&lt;br /&gt;what next?&lt;br /&gt;my soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may not know it.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i try to be nice,&lt;br /&gt;but it's a facade myself,&lt;br /&gt;if i may say so.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate plagiarists,&lt;br /&gt;groupies, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;be original, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. DAMN. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;i'mswearing.&lt;br /&gt;wanna copy that too?&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must you try and play a part&lt;br /&gt;in everything i do?&lt;br /&gt;it's MY originality.&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you to get your nose&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF MY BUSINESS&lt;br /&gt;but i don't.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i do.&lt;br /&gt;in school, i'm melly.&lt;br /&gt;she's nice. funny. tolerant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ANNA.&lt;br /&gt;ANNA BANANA.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;YOU SO DO NOT&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO MEET ME ON A DARK NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm schizo.&lt;br /&gt;did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;want to copy that?&lt;br /&gt;is having multiple personalities&lt;br /&gt;very fun to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;yes, you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know your reasons&lt;br /&gt;for wanting to be like me&lt;br /&gt;BUT STOPPIT.&lt;br /&gt;okay? just STOPPPIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand you.&lt;br /&gt;neither can melly,&lt;br /&gt;though she hides it.&lt;br /&gt;melly has a shroud,&lt;br /&gt;and wears it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP COPYING ME.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you read this and know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;cause i can't take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;i go to pains to find my own originality&lt;br /&gt;and you TAKE IT ALL AWAY&lt;br /&gt;YOU DO YOU DO YOU DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;KUTABARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;KUTABARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;DIE. BURN. ROT.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT MELLY.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT NICE.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. lost it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;but let anna continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm schizo.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;and I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;i hate copycats.&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you STOLE ALL MY DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm anna.&lt;br /&gt;not melly.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HEAR ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;br /&gt;STOP BUGGING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like sylvester&lt;br /&gt;so you do too.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;he needs fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the way you copy&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING I DO.&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;the way i changed my image in&lt;br /&gt;my clothes, my writing,&lt;br /&gt;MUST YOU BE THE SAME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's MY definition of cool.&lt;br /&gt;MY definition.&lt;br /&gt;steal that.&lt;br /&gt;go ahead. TAKE IT TAKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE YOU ALREADY HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an angst entry.&lt;br /&gt;let it be.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST NEED TO LET YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH I HATE COPYCATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be me.&lt;br /&gt;cause i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i let anna express.&lt;br /&gt;hope she wasn't mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copycat, i hope you realise,&lt;br /&gt;and GET A LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR OWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alternating now.&lt;br /&gt;between melly and anna.&lt;br /&gt;maybe M, and D, and kismet,&lt;br /&gt;and masque, and shi, and liss&lt;br /&gt;and all the other personalities will take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let malice in.&lt;br /&gt;please no no no no.&lt;br /&gt;she's gone, right?&lt;br /&gt;buried deep inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind? what mind.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pendulum. swingswingswing.&lt;br /&gt;back and forth on your string.&lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;moving too fast to know.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahah. madness.&lt;br /&gt;quiet cacophony of sound&lt;br /&gt;takes over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gone. before i leave,&lt;br /&gt;vote for sylvester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be the last thing i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kismet.&lt;br /&gt;BURNish me, feed my soul&lt;br /&gt;to that inferno,&lt;br /&gt;no throw me in, thou torturest me&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-109655377067395707?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109655377067395707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109655377067395707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109655377067395707' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-109487448672950123</id><published>2004-09-11T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T11:49:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Touch-me-not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hide away from the outside world&lt;br /&gt;Enclose yourself in your emerald shell&lt;br /&gt;(You're safe.)&lt;br /&gt;No one can hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know love&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know laughter&lt;br /&gt;Your nights never end&lt;br /&gt;And your stars never shine&lt;br /&gt;(Is this your 'happily ever after'?)&lt;br /&gt;Trapped inside your self-made cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kismet. 6th September 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;there is nothing to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;school reopens on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;gahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the poem above is touch-me-not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;not many rave reviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but it's the most recent, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my life gets sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i need something to keep me occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i haven't written a single line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;of House of Assasins for days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i don't know why i'm restless and bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;when there is so much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ah wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;let's just rewind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i miss the days when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we ran around like nuts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*nuts don't run*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;not caring about earthly responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;they didn't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we were young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and carefree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;gahh. we're only thirteen, dang it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;why load all this onto us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's too much, i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the mysteries of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;what in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~knees tucked in; head spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you made your own void~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-109487448672950123?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109487448672950123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109487448672950123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109487448672950123' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-109456390503393461</id><published>2004-09-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:31:45.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Utopia Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Missing: one Utopia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;never used,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;filled with dreams-come-true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;reward upon return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;owner is in desperate need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;please return upon sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i need my utopia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;whereisit whereisit whereisit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm sick of teenage angst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that childish venting of anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in which one pours out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;all his/her secret fears and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and exaggerates them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to make them seem eerie and dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;talk about cutting. faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;truth and love. death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;what do you all know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you're just teens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that's why it's TEENAGE angst, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;drop the facade and grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i don't want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;how you lost love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or decided to commit suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i daresay i was like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;once upon a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i hope i've outgrown it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;where is my utopia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it was a safe haven. temporarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then it flew away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in all tranquility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;leaving behind a single golden feather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hope. perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;who knows what i'm blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm blogging late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;this blog &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;well, it's un-updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;updated two new poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;quite well-received, i dare say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ah wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i shall seriously blog now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;went back to nanyang today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it was fun. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;saw a ton of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;list of things not to do again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a) get cotton candy on nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*sticky...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;b) stand next to john ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*major height inferiority complex*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and c) go around with rachel and yona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;they were untying each other's shoelaces. o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it took us forever to get to the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wasted ten dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but nanyang rocks. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;utopia lost; utopia found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;what does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;where the rainbows play on waterfalls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;STOP. what am i saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;open house was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hat show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'll never be afraid in public ever again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;went around in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a big black hat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;adorned with a silver ribbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and a golden hari raya thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i was wearing a thick purple fur coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hot. &lt;em&gt;course i am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ah wells. what's happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm becoming lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in my posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bahh. my seniors stole my song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i wrote it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's my song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at least acknowledge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the serenade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;music and words by kismet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;come home with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i love your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;they're like the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;when it's polluted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;with mercury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then oh my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;come home with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;all this done in an exaggerated opera voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it rhymes, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm proud of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;drama girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i shall stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i have a chapter to type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HoA updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;chapter twelve is being typed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;chapter seventeen is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;characters reicheru, rai and rui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;will turn up in chapter twenty-two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For Sale: one Utopia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;never used,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;filled with too-perfect skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and flawless thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;price upon asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;owner is in desperate need of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;too much perfection isn't that bad... right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-109456390503393461?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109456390503393461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109456390503393461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456390503393461' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-109396162437979346</id><published>2004-08-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:13:44.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog reopens&lt;br /&gt;on the 6th of september, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;have a nice wait.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i would like to thank the following people.&lt;br /&gt;for standing up for me:&lt;br /&gt;charlotte rachel hannah mingmei natalie&lt;br /&gt;elynn yona yongquan jianle jeremy&lt;br /&gt;kuangkai and all my wonderful saint nicholas friends.&lt;br /&gt;you're all true friends&lt;br /&gt;and i'll love you guys for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;for reviewing:&lt;br /&gt;charlotte rachel yingxi huirong lintong&lt;br /&gt;vionna olivia natalie michelle zekgian&lt;br /&gt;charleen jianle.&lt;br /&gt;*non singaporeans* heather (chibichocobo)&lt;br /&gt;manuel (manuel fajar) sam (lostontheroof)&lt;br /&gt;terryll (still2twisted) kakyou (kakyou takashiro)&lt;br /&gt;nick (nick-wordsmith) katrina (superus stupidicus)&lt;br /&gt;zoe (cirinde) rebecca (strange apathy)&lt;br /&gt;oh forget it. this is getting long.&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you forever and ever,&lt;br /&gt;especially my house of assasins reviewers!&lt;br /&gt;if there's anyone i've left out&lt;br /&gt;in my thank-yous,&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to thank you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;because inamorata is gone,&lt;br /&gt;but kismet is back!&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;~i saw a bunch of aborigines&lt;br /&gt;in a banana bush~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-109396162437979346?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109396162437979346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109396162437979346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109396162437979346' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-109344373907222014</id><published>2004-08-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:22:19.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not back because i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back because some&lt;br /&gt;very nasty people have&lt;br /&gt;been clogging up my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;note to them: have fun.&lt;br /&gt;as of today, 25th august,&lt;br /&gt;this blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;until i get a new template.&lt;br /&gt;until i decide to blog for real.&lt;br /&gt;until i learn some html.&lt;br /&gt;maybe during the september holidays.&lt;br /&gt;but for now,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, readers.&lt;br /&gt;-kismet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-109344373907222014?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109344373907222014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/109344373907222014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109344373907222014' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108964053685779527</id><published>2004-07-12T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T21:55:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. i downloaded the video&lt;br /&gt;for slither! by velvet revolver. ^^&lt;br /&gt;right. let's see. &lt;br /&gt;this friday i'm going to watch mean girls!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. with nattay and huirong&lt;br /&gt;and rachel and angie and mingie. &lt;br /&gt;yayness. i still remember walking to&lt;br /&gt;junction eight last friday. natty tai&lt;br /&gt;and i went round saying HI&lt;br /&gt;to everyone along the way.&lt;br /&gt;steff and becky and natty &lt;br /&gt;pretended not to know us.&lt;br /&gt;first natty started it.&lt;br /&gt;i was claiming the paddy fields&lt;br /&gt;when this guy walked by&lt;br /&gt;and natty yelled in his face HI.&lt;br /&gt;he looked shocked and got away&lt;br /&gt;as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;i got off my paddy fields&lt;br /&gt;*everyone was trespassing*&lt;br /&gt;and joined in. we ran into&lt;br /&gt;this ri guy and yelled HI.&lt;br /&gt;the look on his face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;we went round doing it to EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;this group of primary school girls&lt;br /&gt;was highly amused and burst into giggles.&lt;br /&gt;we said it to the passenger service guy&lt;br /&gt;when i was trying to unblock my ez link card.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness he had a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;today. was okay. during science&lt;br /&gt;mrs chia was absolutely evil.&lt;br /&gt;she gave us m&amp;ms. but we had to put&lt;br /&gt;them in boiling water!&lt;br /&gt;and she was like&lt;br /&gt;"yes, you're going to watch&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate disappear.&lt;br /&gt;but not the way you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;moohaha." 'twas a painful experience.&lt;br /&gt;whee. my sister just sent me &lt;br /&gt;another mad song. it's &lt;br /&gt;"the book is on the table"&lt;br /&gt;sample lines...&lt;br /&gt;the book is on the table&lt;br /&gt;the table the table&lt;br /&gt;the cat is on the table &lt;br /&gt;the table the table&lt;br /&gt;the dog is on the table&lt;br /&gt;the table the table&lt;br /&gt;you see where this is going.&lt;br /&gt;it goes all the way to&lt;br /&gt;everybody's on the table&lt;br /&gt;the table the table&lt;br /&gt;table table table table table.&lt;br /&gt;bahaha. i'm sending it to rachel now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she'll be able to count the&lt;br /&gt;number of times they&lt;br /&gt;say 'table'. i hope she has fun.&lt;br /&gt;whee tomorrow we take&lt;br /&gt;cca photographs! being the drama society,&lt;br /&gt;mr connolly said we can&lt;br /&gt;bring any stage props we like&lt;br /&gt;for the informal photograph.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll just go with&lt;br /&gt;the hat and grizabella. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;whee. i'm proud of the decoration&lt;br /&gt;of my lit file. *throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;i have the poem 'i'm nobody'&lt;br /&gt;on the front cover on top&lt;br /&gt;of a picture of a dead rose. ^^&lt;br /&gt;and on the back is an original one,&lt;br /&gt;with links to myself,&lt;br /&gt;athena, charlotte and yingxi&lt;br /&gt;on fictionpress! baha. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;they're going to kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;THE READDRESS FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;it's high time we started inviting&lt;br /&gt;more poets to join. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall go print&lt;br /&gt;out more pictures to put on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;ooh yay ying sent me 'fukai mori'!&lt;br /&gt;*bouncies* 'tis from inuyasha.&lt;br /&gt;okies. ciao for now!&lt;br /&gt;~then there's a pair of us - don't tell!&lt;br /&gt;they'd banish us, you know~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108964053685779527?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108964053685779527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108964053685779527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108964053685779527' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108951211393557074</id><published>2004-07-11T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T10:15:13.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right. i need to blog &lt;br /&gt;about something, ne?&lt;br /&gt;but nothing interesting really happened&lt;br /&gt;over the weekend. later i'm&lt;br /&gt;going to charlotte's house for &lt;br /&gt;a project with athena and rachel.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. let's talk about friday, then.&lt;br /&gt;erm. i bought a cd after third lang!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. i got hamasaki ayumi's rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;*waves it around*&lt;br /&gt;yay. i want velvet revolver's contraband.&lt;br /&gt;imagine going up to the salesperson&lt;br /&gt;and saying, "hey, i want contraband!"&lt;br /&gt;baha. side note: contraband&lt;br /&gt;means illegal goods.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE velvet revolver.&lt;br /&gt;i miss guns 'n' roses...&lt;br /&gt;too bad half of them died&lt;br /&gt;due to drug addiction.&lt;br /&gt;rock bands. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;anyway. before that?&lt;br /&gt;it was the ne fieldtrip.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the fish farm,&lt;br /&gt;the aeroponics agrotech farm, &lt;br /&gt;and the stupid, smelly mushroom farm.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that was my favourite&lt;br /&gt;field trip of all time.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention our tour guide&lt;br /&gt;was this idiotic ah beng&lt;br /&gt;who needs speech lessons.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. first the fish farm.&lt;br /&gt;qian hu. i have nothing to say,&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;we saw nice arowanas.&lt;br /&gt;and we saw ugly ones.&lt;br /&gt;there is this picture of me&lt;br /&gt;making a face next to the &lt;br /&gt;ugliest arowana in the gallery.&lt;br /&gt;we look exactly alike.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i really need to try, ne?&lt;br /&gt;then the aeroponics farm.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean that.&lt;br /&gt;we already learned about aeroponics&lt;br /&gt;and primary school, and they&lt;br /&gt;didn't teach us anything more&lt;br /&gt;than we already knew.&lt;br /&gt;then they screened this &lt;br /&gt;disgustingly boring video which i spent&lt;br /&gt;my time falling asleep during its run,&lt;br /&gt;and charlotte had to poke me&lt;br /&gt;to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;the salad bowl...&lt;br /&gt;some salad bowl.&lt;br /&gt;i am no salad fan, and their salad bowl&lt;br /&gt;did not convert me into one.&lt;br /&gt;the vegetables tasted kinda... dusty.&lt;br /&gt;but still, 'twas lunch.&lt;br /&gt;and their so called 'lettucino'&lt;br /&gt;was completely unworthit.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get it and i &lt;br /&gt;never intended to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and the mushroom farm.&lt;br /&gt;it was dirty, stinky and they&lt;br /&gt;didn't tell us anything.&lt;br /&gt;they let us eat free mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;was i supposed to say hooray?&lt;br /&gt;bahh. i think we spent more&lt;br /&gt;time on the bus than&lt;br /&gt;at the farms.&lt;br /&gt;i did not feel like blogging today.&lt;br /&gt;so i shan't continue.&lt;br /&gt;nobody's loss.&lt;br /&gt;i think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;what kind of mood i'm in today.&lt;br /&gt;~nanka shiawase&lt;br /&gt;chotto shiawase~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108951211393557074?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108951211393557074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108951211393557074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108951211393557074' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108921170674138969</id><published>2004-07-07T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:48:26.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i was shakespeare. again.&lt;br /&gt;i wore my big black hat &lt;br /&gt;to the moelc. actually&lt;br /&gt;xiannie was going to bet &lt;br /&gt;ten bucks i wouldn't do it,&lt;br /&gt;but nattay stopped her, telling&lt;br /&gt;her she'd lose her money.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. my nice bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;'i am shakespeare' sign&lt;br /&gt;got wet in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes fist at clouds*&lt;br /&gt;so i had to make do &lt;br /&gt;with a new white one.&lt;br /&gt;kudos to rachel for the nice handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i think next week,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be dumbledore.&lt;br /&gt;interesting to do.&lt;br /&gt;today i walked into german class,&lt;br /&gt;and frau tan looked at my hat and said&lt;br /&gt;"to be or not to be?"&lt;br /&gt;slightly confused, i answered,&lt;br /&gt;"erm. three c?"&lt;br /&gt;she asked me that like three times.&lt;br /&gt;i stared at her blankly &lt;br /&gt;for five minutes&lt;br /&gt;before some distant thing clicked&lt;br /&gt;in my head and i went&lt;br /&gt;"oh, right! that is the question!"&lt;br /&gt;no one applauded. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;then during break, a ton of people stared,&lt;br /&gt;and abby and i spoke to jeremy&lt;br /&gt;on MY phone. abby was waving&lt;br /&gt;her dolphin around!&lt;br /&gt;wheehee. like i was saying,&lt;br /&gt;next week i'm dumbledore.&lt;br /&gt;the week after that,&lt;br /&gt;racial harmony day...&lt;br /&gt;i'm wong fei hong. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and then after that i'll be...&lt;br /&gt;sephiroth! moohaha.&lt;br /&gt;he's got nice hair, kay!&lt;br /&gt;long, like raiha's!&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;today we had MORE needlework.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. i HATE needlework.&lt;br /&gt;i messed up my sewing,&lt;br /&gt;realised it, unpicked it,&lt;br /&gt;and did it again.&lt;br /&gt;then i looked at it,&lt;br /&gt;realised it was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and did it again&lt;br /&gt;before handing it up to mrs chin.&lt;br /&gt;who told me it was STILL wrong.&lt;br /&gt;so i redid. again and again.&lt;br /&gt;and again. then i decided not to &lt;br /&gt;hand it up after all and&lt;br /&gt;stuck it in my pocket. moohaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we practised WALKING.&lt;br /&gt;right. we walked along the corridor&lt;br /&gt;in front of mirrors&lt;br /&gt;and up and down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;how... fun. i LOVE walking up and down.&lt;br /&gt;better than sewing, at least.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chin said no one&lt;br /&gt;in our class had a walking problem.&lt;br /&gt;i am not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;before third lang we went to junction eight.&lt;br /&gt;we went with nattay.&lt;br /&gt;so charlotte could get a present for nattay.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. it rained and we ran&lt;br /&gt;all the way there. then we hurried back&lt;br /&gt;for fear it'd become heavier.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? it'd stopped. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;whee then i had math tuition&lt;br /&gt;after third lang. shaun wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;so michael and whatshisname&lt;br /&gt;were relatively quieter.&lt;br /&gt;when they left i was alone. again.&lt;br /&gt;but for this cat high sec three idiot&lt;br /&gt;called jason. bahh. &lt;br /&gt;whee i like my science group.&lt;br /&gt;athena charlotte rachel and me.&lt;br /&gt;index number 1, 2, 3 and... 31.&lt;br /&gt;that's what you get with a surname&lt;br /&gt;like yoong. ah well. at least&lt;br /&gt;it's unusual. *takes a bow*&lt;br /&gt;we're meeting up on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;good. i don't have any&lt;br /&gt;autograph-signing sessions then. ^^&lt;br /&gt;baha. okay. i shall go now.&lt;br /&gt;be careful okay?&lt;br /&gt;jack and the beans talk.&lt;br /&gt;~i'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;so get me a bandage~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108921170674138969?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108921170674138969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108921170674138969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108921170674138969' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108912575176785339</id><published>2004-07-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T22:55:51.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATALIE!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ABBY!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY A DAY IN ADVANCE HANNAH!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. i got hannah her present. ^^&lt;br /&gt;volume seven of saiyuki.&lt;br /&gt;whee. let's talk about today&lt;br /&gt;before ranting about last week.&lt;br /&gt;whee so today was fine.&lt;br /&gt;and muthu was the pimplepuff.&lt;br /&gt;she went around pimplizing people&lt;br /&gt;and yelling 'pimple power!'&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. drama was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;that's a major understatement.&lt;br /&gt;i feel stretched.&lt;br /&gt;very stretched.&lt;br /&gt;miming? pah.&lt;br /&gt;then we had our weekly torture&lt;br /&gt;session with the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;and they say acting's fun.&lt;br /&gt;mr connolly wants us to do another&lt;br /&gt;co-production with ri.&lt;br /&gt;this means sec ones don't act.&lt;br /&gt;lucky us.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee. i don't feel like blogging,&lt;br /&gt;actually. but people bug me to.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall talk about erm.&lt;br /&gt;friday. last friday.&lt;br /&gt;shakespeare presentation!&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. athena videoed them all.&lt;br /&gt;actually we were incredibly unready&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, when we were SUPPOSED&lt;br /&gt;to present, but the groups took up&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH TIME. moohaha.&lt;br /&gt;must thank them for it.&lt;br /&gt;athena's group was doing costume.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how lintong did it,&lt;br /&gt;but she did it.&lt;br /&gt;authentic-looking *looking, i said*&lt;br /&gt;elizabethan costumes. you gotta applaud&lt;br /&gt;the girl. huirong looked&lt;br /&gt;disgustingly chio as the rich lady.&lt;br /&gt;you go, girl!&lt;br /&gt;bahh. oh look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;must go read volume four&lt;br /&gt;of rurouni kenshin.&lt;br /&gt;death by manga, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i lose more sleep by the day.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;on friday it was OUR turn to present.&lt;br /&gt;it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i added the bit at the end&lt;br /&gt;telling the audience that&lt;br /&gt;it was a television show.&lt;br /&gt;"the worst shakespeare show&lt;br /&gt;in the world".&lt;br /&gt;then we'd have an excuse to be&lt;br /&gt;horrible, ne? baha.&lt;br /&gt;i was shakespeare. &lt;br /&gt;i wore rachel's mum's shakespeare-ish shirt,&lt;br /&gt;tight pink shorts *which i stuffed with rough paper &lt;br /&gt;for effect. the audience was amused*,&lt;br /&gt;long mismatching funny-coloured stripey socks&lt;br /&gt;and my hat.&lt;br /&gt;i love that hat.&lt;br /&gt;the audience absolutely LOVED&lt;br /&gt;our ending scene.&lt;br /&gt;you did a great job, guys!&lt;br /&gt;who said i was stuck with a non-acting group?&lt;br /&gt;you were WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;even rachel and natalie got over&lt;br /&gt;their stage fright to put&lt;br /&gt;up their best performance ever.&lt;br /&gt;maybe their ONLY performance ever.&lt;br /&gt;no wait, rachel was lingling.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. i wonder when the video'll come out?&lt;br /&gt;i definitely want a copy.&lt;br /&gt;whee i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;i know i didn't blog as much&lt;br /&gt;or into detail as i normally do.&lt;br /&gt;will make up for it next time!&lt;br /&gt;ja ne, minna!&lt;br /&gt;~the angel then is devil now&lt;br /&gt;with cloven hoof and tail~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108912575176785339?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108912575176785339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108912575176785339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108912575176785339' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108843310477415098</id><published>2004-06-28T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T22:31:44.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have A LOT to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. about our service learning.&lt;br /&gt;at the eco pond.&lt;br /&gt;but before that. i shall address&lt;br /&gt;other matters. don't worry mingie.&lt;br /&gt;prefects are biased.&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope our SLs don't turn out like that.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, congrats, new SLs!&lt;br /&gt;don't learn from your rule-bending vice chair!&lt;br /&gt;be upright. *no i don't really mean that,&lt;br /&gt;do i?* fwaha.&lt;br /&gt;and yay, mrs shum.&lt;br /&gt;if it's a girl, &lt;br /&gt;name her after me!&lt;br /&gt;and... last but not least&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YONA!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. you're thirteen now!&lt;br /&gt;stay funkayy.&lt;br /&gt;and as an after thought...&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY A DAY BELATED BIRTHDAY LIN TONG!&lt;br /&gt;baha. i know i know.&lt;br /&gt;i owe you a present.&lt;br /&gt;i owe half the class presents.&lt;br /&gt;well, you'll all have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;baha. gomen. &lt;br /&gt;now. i shall talk about the eco pond.&lt;br /&gt;we cleared all the water lettuce&lt;br /&gt;and half the hyacinths,&lt;br /&gt;then oceana fished out something.&lt;br /&gt;'twas a dead frog.&lt;br /&gt;she placed it by the pond, and &lt;br /&gt;later muthu almost stepped on it,&lt;br /&gt;and started shrieking and shrieking&lt;br /&gt;and ran to the other side of the pond,&lt;br /&gt;yelling blue murder.&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;oceana was like, "it's dead."&lt;br /&gt;and muthu was shrieking.&lt;br /&gt;i promptly named the dead frog 'timmy'.&lt;br /&gt;you'll hear more about timmy later.&lt;br /&gt;then we found a live frog,&lt;br /&gt;just as xian wei was walking by.&lt;br /&gt;so i promptly named it xian wei.&lt;br /&gt;later, xian wei leaped out of the pond&lt;br /&gt;and hopped away, and all of us &lt;br /&gt;were like, "stop xian wei!",&lt;br /&gt;"xian wei, get back here!", and&lt;br /&gt;"stick xian wei back in the pond!"&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. we later found another smaler, live frog,&lt;br /&gt;at which point i asked,&lt;br /&gt;"who wants the frog to be named&lt;br /&gt;after them?" and both natalie and oceana&lt;br /&gt;yelled "ME!" i considered&lt;br /&gt;noceana or oatalie, but finally decided&lt;br /&gt;on natalie oceana. baha.&lt;br /&gt;we discovered a live fish.&lt;br /&gt;the only one still alive.&lt;br /&gt;'twas a FIGHTING fish. &lt;br /&gt;*wonder how it got there?*&lt;br /&gt;i named it sakana.&lt;br /&gt;*japanese for fish*&lt;br /&gt;rachel was like, "oh, how CREATIVE, melly."&lt;br /&gt;all in all, we also named&lt;br /&gt;a water hyacinth melly,&lt;br /&gt;a water lettuce nasi goreng, &lt;br /&gt;*xixi's briyani family name*&lt;br /&gt;two tadpoles with legs&lt;br /&gt;kingyan and olivia,&lt;br /&gt;and erm. nothing else i think.&lt;br /&gt;there's this corner of the pond&lt;br /&gt;still full of a bunch of water plants,&lt;br /&gt;and we call it "the baby frogs' playground"&lt;br /&gt;'cause that's what it's for.&lt;br /&gt;we also planted peanuts around the pond.&lt;br /&gt;*weird, i know*&lt;br /&gt;anyway. about timmy.&lt;br /&gt;we took photos of him with our&lt;br /&gt;vice-head prefect junli's camera,&lt;br /&gt;just to show how the pond was BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;we cleared it. then, we decided&lt;br /&gt;to give him a proper burial.&lt;br /&gt;we dug a hole beneath the humongous tree,&lt;br /&gt;and dumped him in it&lt;br /&gt;*sharon was the only one who dared&lt;br /&gt;to touch timmy*&lt;br /&gt;before covering him with soil.&lt;br /&gt;then we all sang amazing grace,&lt;br /&gt;observed a moment of silence,&lt;br /&gt;and got the girls' brigade seniors&lt;br /&gt;amelia *buckle house captain*&lt;br /&gt;and junli *bucklean and vice-head prefect*&lt;br /&gt;to say a prayer. then we found&lt;br /&gt;a long, smooth stick and stuck it in&lt;br /&gt;the grave as a marker. yingxi&lt;br /&gt;will be making a sign for it.&lt;br /&gt;so, we finished up our work &lt;br /&gt;and went off. then i spotted this&lt;br /&gt;thing wrapped in cloth tossed in&lt;br /&gt;the orchid garden, with a few fake pink&lt;br /&gt;flowers strewn around it. i walked closer&lt;br /&gt;and discovered it was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;and i started yelling and yelling.&lt;br /&gt;it was a baby doll. and it looked&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLY FREAKY. it wasn't wearing clothes&lt;br /&gt;and was half-wrapped in cloth with these&lt;br /&gt;humongous purple eyes staring up at nothing&lt;br /&gt;in particular. sharon was the only one who&lt;br /&gt;dared to pick it up *as usual*&lt;br /&gt;and we threw it away. then junli&lt;br /&gt;and amelia told us a bunch of ghost stories&lt;br /&gt;that were disgustingly un-scary.&lt;br /&gt;baha. then we saw tom, meowing away.&lt;br /&gt;he'd been gone for days.&lt;br /&gt;so we all shrieked and ran over to pet him.&lt;br /&gt;he remembers me! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;all in all. today's service learning experience&lt;br /&gt;was very. very. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;~it wasn't my fault. right?&lt;br /&gt;stop looking at me that way.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>charlotte owes me five dollars.&lt;br /&gt;baha. you see, today was&lt;br /&gt;math active day.&lt;br /&gt;i was advertising. so i took&lt;br /&gt;my big black hat, and stuck a &lt;br /&gt;sign on it. it said&lt;br /&gt;"YOU GO, GIRL!"&lt;br /&gt;in humongous letters.&lt;br /&gt;baha. and i was waving grizabella around.&lt;br /&gt;who's grizabella? &lt;br /&gt;i hear you asking.&lt;br /&gt;the severed barbie doll head.&lt;br /&gt;who is very blonde and very dead.&lt;br /&gt;her hair is very frizzy.&lt;br /&gt;*grizabella, grizabella,&lt;br /&gt;wash out your hair*&lt;br /&gt;claire chew suggested we pull&lt;br /&gt;off the barbie leg as well&lt;br /&gt;and stick the head on it.&lt;br /&gt;young ladies these days...&lt;br /&gt;what's the purpose of grizabella?&lt;br /&gt;you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;come thursday.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. about the hat.&lt;br /&gt;i wore it throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;even AFTER the games.&lt;br /&gt;i told charlotte she'd &lt;br /&gt;owe me two bucks if i wore&lt;br /&gt;it through break and assembly.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't agree.&lt;br /&gt;everyone else did.&lt;br /&gt;and so i wore it.&lt;br /&gt;then. after everything.&lt;br /&gt;they decided to go out&lt;br /&gt;and wait for their parents.&lt;br /&gt;i told charlotte that if i &lt;br /&gt;wore the hat out along&lt;br /&gt;anderson road, she'd owe me five bucks.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't agree.&lt;br /&gt;i did.&lt;br /&gt;all the drivers had laughing fits.&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised i didn't cause&lt;br /&gt;an accident or summat.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the point is,&lt;br /&gt;charlotte owes me five bucks.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to wear it to orchard&lt;br /&gt;for fifty bucks, but char was like,&lt;br /&gt;"no way man, i KNOW you'll do it."&lt;br /&gt;she knows me too well.&lt;br /&gt;whee. in the afternoon. i went &lt;br /&gt;to junction eight. and sat&lt;br /&gt;around in comics connection&lt;br /&gt;looking for manga.&lt;br /&gt;fine. so number 33 of flame of recca&lt;br /&gt;wasn't there yet. and i was&lt;br /&gt;talking to the lady, and&lt;br /&gt;found out that fushigi yuugi&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T out in chinese&lt;br /&gt;because the stupid publisher&lt;br /&gt;went bust. i'd like to&lt;br /&gt;get my hands on them.&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely REFUSE to read manga&lt;br /&gt;in english. the translations&lt;br /&gt;are abominable. i didn't&lt;br /&gt;know yu yu hakusho&lt;br /&gt;was you you bai shu in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;well now i do. ^^&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get saiyuki for qiqi,&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't have enough&lt;br /&gt;money on me. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;*must get it for her*&lt;br /&gt;i owe muthu a birthday present too.&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of other people.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. now i own volume&lt;br /&gt;one of rurouni kenshin!&lt;br /&gt;*qiqi and xixi can start&lt;br /&gt;throwing confetti around now*&lt;br /&gt;they were out of stock of&lt;br /&gt;volume two though. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;never mind. it occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;that i spend a small fortune on&lt;br /&gt;manga. hmmm. time to seriously&lt;br /&gt;start eating less. whee i didn't&lt;br /&gt;know mrs shum was pregnant till&lt;br /&gt;i read alyssa's blog.&lt;br /&gt;good for you, mrs shum!&lt;br /&gt;but wait, mrs shum won't&lt;br /&gt;be reading this. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;name her melissa anyway.&lt;br /&gt;actually. today's sunday.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i blogged&lt;br /&gt;halfway yesterday and saved the draft.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. today. *as in sunday*&lt;br /&gt;natty tai sent me a really cool picture!&lt;br /&gt;*of yours truly, of course. who else?*&lt;br /&gt;her display piccie was herself and lyss&lt;br /&gt;in minamata *as husband and wife*&lt;br /&gt;with the words 'minamata memories'&lt;br /&gt;imprinted. and she, being the&lt;br /&gt;nice person she is, made on for me!&lt;br /&gt;it's this picture of me sticking&lt;br /&gt;my hand into the camera after&lt;br /&gt;the performance, with the caption&lt;br /&gt;"talk to the hand, dude!"&lt;br /&gt;have i ever told you how much&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE the english drama people?&lt;br /&gt;i miss minamata... marsiling primary&lt;br /&gt;was fun. baha. they seriously&lt;br /&gt;thought i was retarded...&lt;br /&gt;*fumes* ah wells. literature&lt;br /&gt;presentation on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;be prepared to see the genius&lt;br /&gt;of the great shakespeare. *me*&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. ah well. i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i changed the title of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;the jap words looked weird.&lt;br /&gt;~i could do anything&lt;br /&gt;if you would just ask.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108826307420699567?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108826307420699567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108826307420699567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108826307420699567' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108817675538559455</id><published>2004-06-25T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T23:19:15.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY DIDN'T ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME THERE WASN'T&lt;br /&gt;LITERATURE TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;i. stayed. up. real. late.&lt;br /&gt;last night to finish up&lt;br /&gt;THE SCRIPT. AAAAAAAAHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;and then i come to school&lt;br /&gt;and discover there is NO lit.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;today was... okay, for a school day.&lt;br /&gt;computer studies.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. i considered doing my&lt;br /&gt;webbie on raiha, but i decided&lt;br /&gt;i'd have to acquire basic&lt;br /&gt;html skills before trying anything.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't want to do a lousy&lt;br /&gt;raiha shrine.&lt;br /&gt;yingxi and i have decided that&lt;br /&gt;one day when we are free&lt;br /&gt;*this means next year*&lt;br /&gt;we will make a webbie of&lt;br /&gt;bishounens. moohaha. raiha!&lt;br /&gt;we were making a manga too,&lt;br /&gt;but school caught up with us.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ended up doing my webbie&lt;br /&gt;on 6k, with everything from&lt;br /&gt;popiah to amandla.&lt;br /&gt;*inside joke, gomen*&lt;br /&gt;bahh. mr connolly wass trying&lt;br /&gt;to get us elds girls to watch tchs drama.&lt;br /&gt;*can't remember what it's called*&lt;br /&gt;well i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;moohaha to you, yongquan.&lt;br /&gt;promise i'll watch one someday.&lt;br /&gt;someday. &lt;br /&gt;whee today's geog was fun.&lt;br /&gt;why? because we didn't do much geog.&lt;br /&gt;mrs mohammad sat on the table&lt;br /&gt;and we took turns sidetracking her.&lt;br /&gt;she was telling us about her cat.&lt;br /&gt;we started off talking about granite.&lt;br /&gt;we're good, ne?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that she knocked her&lt;br /&gt;water bottle over, and didn't&lt;br /&gt;even notice until she got up.&lt;br /&gt;and she started yelling&lt;br /&gt;and borrowed oceana's tissue.&lt;br /&gt;then she went to write on the board&lt;br /&gt;and was like, "don't look &lt;br /&gt;at my butt, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. let's see. &lt;br /&gt;what else did we do...&lt;br /&gt;nothing much really.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i'm blogging&lt;br /&gt;is because jeremy needs a form&lt;br /&gt;of entertainment. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;whee yingxi was complaining&lt;br /&gt;that i don't update my fictionpress.&lt;br /&gt;which is true.&lt;br /&gt;and don't expect anything anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not posting ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;on fictionpress till i get&lt;br /&gt;more reviews on fanfiction.net.&lt;br /&gt;do so few people read flame of recca?&lt;br /&gt;i admit, the craze died&lt;br /&gt;out two years ago, and i just&lt;br /&gt;discovered it this year,&lt;br /&gt;but ah well. better expand my horizons then.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, mingie, don't be sad.&lt;br /&gt;you're not getting detention,&lt;br /&gt;look on the bright side!&lt;br /&gt;don't be glum. &lt;br /&gt;doesn't suit you.&lt;br /&gt;whee we're changing seats!&lt;br /&gt;i want to sit with chin hwee.&lt;br /&gt;makes me more tolerant and patient,&lt;br /&gt;and it's fun to be nice to her.&lt;br /&gt;doing it for another term won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;keep up the improvement, chin hwee!&lt;br /&gt;wheeness. i was sitting around&lt;br /&gt;watching zoids just now because&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;chaotic century is over. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;i LIKED irvine. another bisshie!&lt;br /&gt;ah well. this one looks promising.&lt;br /&gt;and bit, with zoid zero, doesn't&lt;br /&gt;look half bad. then i went&lt;br /&gt;to look at axn. looks like&lt;br /&gt;today, there's only ranma 1/2&lt;br /&gt;at six. bahh. it's by the inuyasha creator.&lt;br /&gt;so the drawing's aren't as pretty,&lt;br /&gt;but the plot's good&lt;br /&gt;and the battle scenes are cool. ^^&lt;br /&gt;whee okay i shall stop now.&lt;br /&gt;math active day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;MAD for short. what an apt description.&lt;br /&gt;charlotte and i are manning our stall.&lt;br /&gt;it's only 'cause we're too lazy &lt;br /&gt;to walk around and explore.&lt;br /&gt;whee. okay then. ja ne!&lt;br /&gt;~i died today. you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where you were.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type='html'>wheehee. first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;every teacher asked us how our&lt;br /&gt;holidays were.&lt;br /&gt;what did they expect us to say?&lt;br /&gt;wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;not with the amount of homework we had.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still frantically &lt;br /&gt;trying to finish homework.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. stupid shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;i hate anthologies.&lt;br /&gt;and book reviews.&lt;br /&gt;and coming from me, that's not good.&lt;br /&gt;i love literature.&lt;br /&gt;but not in times like this.&lt;br /&gt;my group has ZERO practice.&lt;br /&gt;and there's always the chance we'll&lt;br /&gt;have to perform tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;mrs shum is drawing lots.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. somehow people get the impression&lt;br /&gt;i can write scripts. well i can't&lt;br /&gt;do it ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dying here.&lt;br /&gt;and my group members are going to &lt;br /&gt;murder me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful prospect.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;today someone set off a &lt;br /&gt;stink bomb in one eleven.&lt;br /&gt;heard it was *ahem* &lt;br /&gt;the class chairman.&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'd love to that too.&lt;br /&gt;we vices don't do ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, one thirteen was having science&lt;br /&gt;and we heard. &lt;br /&gt;the eleveners in a panic,&lt;br /&gt;warning natty tai NOT to step into&lt;br /&gt;the eleven classroom.&lt;br /&gt;it was supposedly under zhimin's table.&lt;br /&gt;and she puked all her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;zhi was telling me all about it.&lt;br /&gt;she said it contained remains of&lt;br /&gt;tau gay and noodles&lt;br /&gt;and even little bits of tau pok.&lt;br /&gt;yuck. something tells me&lt;br /&gt;one eleven should never try&lt;br /&gt;the stink bomb thing again.&lt;br /&gt;anyway... today was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot it was still even week,&lt;br /&gt;so i had to do pe in full uniform,&lt;br /&gt;pinafore and all.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness we were doing&lt;br /&gt;throws and not running.&lt;br /&gt;*i was wearing FBTs and NOT&lt;br /&gt;school shorts.*&lt;br /&gt;everyone threw their javelins&lt;br /&gt;quite well, and we cheered,&lt;br /&gt;waving them around.&lt;br /&gt;athena and i were like&lt;br /&gt;"is there no one else?&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE NO ONE ELSE?"&lt;br /&gt;yes, troy. *brad pitt!*&lt;br /&gt;then we watch mingmei throw.&lt;br /&gt;the javelin streaks halfway across&lt;br /&gt;the field and lands point-first&lt;br /&gt;in the soil, quivering.&lt;br /&gt;we stop cheering for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;and start cheering for mingie!&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;she should be achilles.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. after school i went&lt;br /&gt;to taka to bum around.&lt;br /&gt;in the bus i was talking&lt;br /&gt;manga talk with yingxi&lt;br /&gt;and discussing bishounens.&lt;br /&gt;we drove nattay and zek gian&lt;br /&gt;absolutely mad.&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAID RAIHA WAS UGLY AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;*waves javelin around threateningly*&lt;br /&gt;bahh. too bad raiha's isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to pretend though...&lt;br /&gt;i spent like, one and a half hours&lt;br /&gt;in the kinokuniya manga section,&lt;br /&gt;and still couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;fushigi yuugi in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. neither could i find&lt;br /&gt;volume 33 of flame of recca.&lt;br /&gt;*i hate you shiyang*&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. can someone tell me&lt;br /&gt;what's yu yu hakusho in chinese?&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for that too.&lt;br /&gt;arigatou! ah wells. &lt;br /&gt;this is a long entry.&lt;br /&gt;and i have A SCRIPT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;ja ne!&lt;br /&gt;~O happy dagger, this is thy sheath.&lt;br /&gt;there rust, and let me die.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108808874318504231?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108808874318504231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108808874318504231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808874318504231' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108791132370620057</id><published>2004-06-22T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T21:35:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never thought the day would come&lt;br /&gt;when i'd consider declaring war on poetry.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. change is good.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;so i'm considering changing my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;not that i don't like the everybody's fool one.&lt;br /&gt;*evanescence forever!*&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;so i went around looking for nice anime ones.&lt;br /&gt;and i did.&lt;br /&gt;i found this nice pink/peach-ish&lt;br /&gt;thingy which resembled rachel's.&lt;br /&gt;i'm considering it.&lt;br /&gt;but it's too much like rachel's.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i like it. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;there were a bunch of nice&lt;br /&gt;final fantasy ones including&lt;br /&gt;this really cool one of&lt;br /&gt;dark gunner yuna!&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE yuna.&lt;br /&gt;but cosplayers do her too much.&lt;br /&gt;then there were kenshin ones,&lt;br /&gt;evangelion ones,&lt;br /&gt;inuyasha ones,&lt;br /&gt;gundam ones, *i like seed better than wing*&lt;br /&gt;and even chobits ones.&lt;br /&gt;but. other than&lt;br /&gt;the yuna one, this moonlight one,&lt;br /&gt;this pink-lightning cardcaptor sakura one,&lt;br /&gt;this 'sparkling snow' one,&lt;br /&gt;and the pinkish rachel-ish one,&lt;br /&gt;nothing really caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;oh bahh. *why no RAIHA ones*&lt;br /&gt;right. now about projects.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday natalie and rachel were here.&lt;br /&gt;the last they were, we were brad pitt.&lt;br /&gt;*long story. don't ask.*&lt;br /&gt;bahh. we didn't get much done.&lt;br /&gt;we are SO dead. the shakespeare project&lt;br /&gt;needs to be PRESENTED this friday&lt;br /&gt;and we have almost NOTHING done.&lt;br /&gt;bad. VERY bad. and as usual,&lt;br /&gt;i'm the scriptwriter. problem is,&lt;br /&gt;i have ZERO material to work on.&lt;br /&gt;and we still need props and materials and the like.&lt;br /&gt;oh AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;so much homework left,&lt;br /&gt;so little time.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;then i could go get myself drunk.&lt;br /&gt;some integrated program.&lt;br /&gt;more projects, less tests my FOOT.&lt;br /&gt;we still have as many, if not more&lt;br /&gt;tests than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;they just call it... assessments.&lt;br /&gt;like THAT makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;you give us a mid-year score,&lt;br /&gt;means it's an exam.&lt;br /&gt;homework. hah. projects.&lt;br /&gt;we're almost BURIED under them.&lt;br /&gt;whose idea was this whole thing anyway?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to get my hands on him/her/them.&lt;br /&gt;talk about a happy childhood.&lt;br /&gt;we should all go on strike.&lt;br /&gt;~sonna kotoba hitotsu mo nozonde nakatta&lt;br /&gt;dakara wakaranai furi wo shite ita~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108791132370620057?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108791132370620057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108791132370620057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108791132370620057' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108773967107962618</id><published>2004-06-20T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T21:54:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm desperate, irritated&lt;br /&gt;and trying to churn out a script&lt;br /&gt;for shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;i'd kill him if he weren't already dead.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. so today was father's day.&lt;br /&gt;hooray. thing is, my sisters&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;we'd made him a cheesecake,&lt;br /&gt;and covered the uneven bits&lt;br /&gt;with strawberries and whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;and we even spelled the word 'DAD'&lt;br /&gt;with chocolate chips.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine. so my sisters made it.&lt;br /&gt;i watched.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;none of us died.&lt;br /&gt;i coated my slice with ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;before tasting the thing&lt;br /&gt;wasn't half bad.&lt;br /&gt;wheeee. yingxi sent me a couple of songs&lt;br /&gt;from the inuyasha soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;ayumi hamasaki's dearest and&lt;br /&gt;dream's my will.&lt;br /&gt;whee. ayumi. she writes nice songs.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to talk nonsense for the&lt;br /&gt;next five minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;have fun.&lt;br /&gt;prepare to die&lt;br /&gt;pull down the sky&lt;br /&gt;and never ever wonder why&lt;br /&gt;the world will never be that way&lt;br /&gt;so stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;it won't happen&lt;br /&gt;there's no truth&lt;br /&gt;and there's no lies&lt;br /&gt;i saw a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;fade away&lt;br /&gt;grow the trees&lt;br /&gt;and kill them all&lt;br /&gt;the winter wind is icy&lt;br /&gt;the summer wind is warm&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i hate them all&lt;br /&gt;the waters are cold&lt;br /&gt;and they are painful&lt;br /&gt;'cause of all the jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;and everytime you try to fly you'll soar&lt;br /&gt;you'll find yourself&lt;br /&gt;and so much more&lt;br /&gt;and down the road's a dream&lt;br /&gt;that bursts when you get too near&lt;br /&gt;the crystal hearts that break with love&lt;br /&gt;the ending of a dream&lt;br /&gt;for all you saw was nothing&lt;br /&gt;but it meant everything to me&lt;br /&gt;bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;let me taste the water&lt;br /&gt;and let me heal your pain&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what this all means&lt;br /&gt;stop playing your game&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the rules&lt;br /&gt;don't make me cry&lt;br /&gt;i cannot try&lt;br /&gt;to see behind the mirror&lt;br /&gt;your tears that fall are black and cold&lt;br /&gt;get away from me&lt;br /&gt;take the dagger&lt;br /&gt;stain it red&lt;br /&gt;wet it with my blood&lt;br /&gt;you murderer&lt;br /&gt;get a life&lt;br /&gt;or get a death&lt;br /&gt;i don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;whee. that was all in one breath.&lt;br /&gt;and i DID warn you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;shakespeare, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;wheehee. that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i must do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;for those unfortunate ones&lt;br /&gt;who just went through that,&lt;br /&gt;woohoo for you.&lt;br /&gt;~itsu datte naku kurai kantan da kedo waratte itai&lt;br /&gt;anata no ai ga hoshii yo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108773967107962618?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108773967107962618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108773967107962618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108773967107962618' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108765640792713814</id><published>2004-06-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T22:46:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am here.&lt;br /&gt;for one reason.&lt;br /&gt;to complain.&lt;br /&gt;about everything.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want to hear me complain,&lt;br /&gt;then get out.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;right. HOMEWORK HOMEWORK AAAAAAAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;guess what i'm going to&lt;br /&gt;complain about first?&lt;br /&gt;literature. so i've done &lt;br /&gt;half an anthology. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;now where's that other half?&lt;br /&gt;shakespeare project.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;guys, guys we need to DO something.&lt;br /&gt;okay? *begs*&lt;br /&gt;this is literature.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't do well, you die.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't do well, i die.&lt;br /&gt;we all die, some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;english. book club.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. i never thought&lt;br /&gt;there'd be a point when i'd&lt;br /&gt;hate sing to the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;history. essay?&lt;br /&gt;what essay?&lt;br /&gt;i bag zek gian's essay&lt;br /&gt;when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;science. there's that inet thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't touched it.&lt;br /&gt;the written one, whoops?&lt;br /&gt;math. there's this thingy&lt;br /&gt;on the class server i am choosing&lt;br /&gt;to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;chinese. yay i finished&lt;br /&gt;the yue du bao gao&lt;br /&gt;and three-quarters of my&lt;br /&gt;ten newspaper reports.&lt;br /&gt;wait. ten isn't divisible by four.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. strange, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;that CHINESE is the subject in which&lt;br /&gt;i've done the most.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else. right?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;MRS MOHAMMAD WE LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;no geog homework, ne?&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;only FOUR days of holiday left.&lt;br /&gt;keisan misu...&lt;br /&gt;look out homework, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;no. i didn't really mean that.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. i'm going to drown myself&lt;br /&gt;in manga when i get the money.&lt;br /&gt;and the time.&lt;br /&gt;i just need that LAST BOOK &lt;br /&gt;of flame of recca.&lt;br /&gt;raiha forever!&lt;br /&gt;~sonna shitsumon ha yamemashou&lt;br /&gt;anata ga saku no nara~&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108738987614155405</id><published>2004-06-16T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T20:44:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so... everyone's been bugging me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;and that's because i&lt;br /&gt;a) can't be bothered&lt;br /&gt;b) have nothing to blog about&lt;br /&gt;c) am not allowed on the computer&lt;br /&gt;for very long these days and&lt;br /&gt;d) don't feel like.&lt;br /&gt;excuses, excuses.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention...&lt;br /&gt;e) i've got a few tons of&lt;br /&gt;unfinished homework. i guess&lt;br /&gt;that's the price we have to pay&lt;br /&gt;for not having to take the o levels.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. i could blog about everything&lt;br /&gt;that happened since the holidays began&lt;br /&gt;but i don't feel like.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall talk about &lt;br /&gt;yesterday's 6k gathering.&lt;br /&gt;okay, what 6k gathering?&lt;br /&gt;LESS THAN HALF OF YOU PEOPLE TURNED UP.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. we'll plan better in december.&lt;br /&gt;well. so three girls turned up.&lt;br /&gt;three. wonderful number, ne?&lt;br /&gt;keisan misu...&lt;br /&gt;wenqi FORGOT to come.&lt;br /&gt;qing yelled at her for a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;i've never been to clementi in my life,&lt;br /&gt;so i was kinda late.&lt;br /&gt;angie had track.&lt;br /&gt;poor qing was the only girl there&lt;br /&gt;for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. shiyang's mother was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;and she was trying to get us all to eat.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. i was playing speed against chris&lt;br /&gt;and he beat me twice.&lt;br /&gt;wait, did i mention i won the other four games?&lt;br /&gt;and i was winning through the fifth one&lt;br /&gt;when we decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;the guys spent their time&lt;br /&gt;on the xbox and playing badminton.&lt;br /&gt;there are a few bazillion&lt;br /&gt;shuttlecocks on shi's roof now.&lt;br /&gt;bahh. actually it was quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;shiyang was a better host than paul though.&lt;br /&gt;but still. we'll definitely&lt;br /&gt;need to plan better next time.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i don't really have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;so that's it.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know it's short,&lt;br /&gt;and i know it's been a LONG time&lt;br /&gt;since i last blogged&lt;br /&gt;but i've got so much homework left to do.&lt;br /&gt;*pulls face*&lt;br /&gt;who said the holidays were fun?&lt;br /&gt;~without my wings&lt;br /&gt;i feel so small~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108738987614155405?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108738987614155405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;one...two...three...&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;that feels MUCH better.&lt;br /&gt;I. HAD. ZERO. TIME. MANAGEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;let's take a look at my paper...&lt;br /&gt;six pages of wonderfully explained&lt;br /&gt;"the tractor" *i will NEVER&lt;br /&gt;ride on a tractor ever*&lt;br /&gt;and... *drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;HALF a page of "the pelican"&lt;br /&gt;*the next time i see a pelican&lt;br /&gt;i WILL whack it to death*&lt;br /&gt;and lit is my pet subject.&lt;br /&gt;I'M DONE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;bah. today we had the &lt;br /&gt;math olympiad training thingy.&lt;br /&gt;it's even worse than reasearch studies.&lt;br /&gt;after that zhimin and i &lt;br /&gt;were sitting around in the foyer&lt;br /&gt;lamenting about how mr shah&lt;br /&gt;was only a bazillion times better.&lt;br /&gt;today david didn't come for chinese tuition&lt;br /&gt;and neither did serene.&lt;br /&gt;we did this boring stuff about kongzi&lt;br /&gt;and junkang actually isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. twas the last lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i will not be speaking much chinese&lt;br /&gt;over the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of holidays...&lt;br /&gt;*squeals* can't wait till friday!&lt;br /&gt;first. we nanyangites are going&lt;br /&gt;back to nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;*like no, we're going to taonan!*&lt;br /&gt;then rachel and yona and i&lt;br /&gt;are going to watch TROY!&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates and falls over*&lt;br /&gt;brad pitt! moohaha.&lt;br /&gt;olivia, ORLANDO BLOOM IS A SISSY.&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE. fwaha. charleen can't&lt;br /&gt;come cos she's got badminton.&lt;br /&gt;slavedrivers. natalie and huirong&lt;br /&gt;want to come too! will have to meet them somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;6k-ers. answer me bout the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;answer meeeeeee... you unresponsive people.&lt;br /&gt;bah. whee. just got the&lt;br /&gt;golden sun: the lost age&lt;br /&gt;cartridge. *stop laughing, boys*&lt;br /&gt;now all i need to do is&lt;br /&gt;get the gameboy from my brother.&lt;br /&gt;that is not going to be very easy.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. will have to practise&lt;br /&gt;playing dead or alive 3.&lt;br /&gt;haven't touched the xbox for SO LONG.&lt;br /&gt;wonder if i've lost my touch.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i've changed the links.&lt;br /&gt;now they're in alphabetical order!&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;ooh. i haven't done that in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;*throws more confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;i was taking french lessons&lt;br /&gt;from vionna and nattay and charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. german's funner.&lt;br /&gt;we were singing this song.&lt;br /&gt;"wir haben hunger hunger hunger&lt;br /&gt;haben hunger hunger hunger&lt;br /&gt;haben hunger hunger hunger&lt;br /&gt;haben durst.&lt;br /&gt;wo bleibt der kase kase kase&lt;br /&gt;bleibt der kase kase kase&lt;br /&gt;bleibt der kase kase kase&lt;br /&gt;bleibt die wurst."&lt;br /&gt;let's translate that into english!&lt;br /&gt;"oh we have hunger hunger hunger&lt;br /&gt;we have hunger hunger hunger&lt;br /&gt;we have hunger hunger hunger&lt;br /&gt;we have thirst.&lt;br /&gt;where is the cheese cheese cheese&lt;br /&gt;where's the cheese cheese cheese&lt;br /&gt;where's the cheese cheese cheese&lt;br /&gt;and the sausage."&lt;br /&gt;we all had a laughing fit.&lt;br /&gt;becky kwan and i were performing&lt;br /&gt;it with EVERYONE, complete&lt;br /&gt;with a dance. *moohaha*&lt;br /&gt;it's also part of the jeanting fan club now.&lt;br /&gt;bah. read the b-ball girls' blogs.&lt;br /&gt;we also this other song&lt;br /&gt;"ich bin auslander und spreche nicht gut deutsch&lt;br /&gt;ich bin auslander und spreche nicht gut deutsch&lt;br /&gt;bitte langsam..."&lt;br /&gt;i forget. it's to the tune of&lt;br /&gt;"she'll be coming round the mountain when she comes"&lt;br /&gt;and translated it means...&lt;br /&gt;"i'm a foreigner and i don't speak good german&lt;br /&gt;i'm a foreigner and i don't speak good german&lt;br /&gt;so please speak slowly cause i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;please speak slowly cause i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;i'm a foreigner and i don't speak good german."&lt;br /&gt;weird, yes. very.&lt;br /&gt;took the mrt home and was waiting&lt;br /&gt;for the bus when this small little green&lt;br /&gt;"bus plus" pulled up with&lt;br /&gt;the sign '825' in the window.&lt;br /&gt;i was horrified. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;the walk home was okay at least.&lt;br /&gt;only almost got whacked by a truck&lt;br /&gt;but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;no broken bones, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;*checks self* yeps.&lt;br /&gt;wheesies. must go do math now.&lt;br /&gt;and find a nice flame of recca webbie.&lt;br /&gt;it's the new manga i'm obssessing over.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i've decided i like alice 19th.&lt;br /&gt;kyo is SO bishounen!&lt;br /&gt;though syaoran from tsubasa is cuter.&lt;br /&gt;hmph. fuuko kirisawa &lt;br /&gt;and sakura kinomoto&lt;br /&gt;and OF COURSE umi ryuuzaki&lt;br /&gt;still rock my socks.&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;~the girl with the golden eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and she doesn't say a word.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108523809858890000?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108523809858890000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108523809858890000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108523809858890000' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108509882386686273</id><published>2004-05-21T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T08:20:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya. com studies now.&lt;br /&gt;i was going to blog yesterday&lt;br /&gt;but then i decided to&lt;br /&gt;mug for lit instead.&lt;br /&gt;it's the only subject i'll&lt;br /&gt;ever mug for, so...&lt;br /&gt;fwah. the lady is boring.&lt;br /&gt;i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;*duh look*&lt;br /&gt;before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;PENGHUI GET OUTTA MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;STOP TAGGING.&lt;br /&gt;STOP VISITING.&lt;br /&gt;AND I. AM. NOT. LESBIAN.&lt;br /&gt;*duh look*&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. what else&lt;br /&gt;can i say? hmmsies...&lt;br /&gt;next friday we're going&lt;br /&gt;back to NANYANG.&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. i miss that place.&lt;br /&gt;and must congratulate&lt;br /&gt;zhou lao shi for receiving&lt;br /&gt;one of the quan guo mo fan&lt;br /&gt;hua wen lao shi awards.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very very very happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;*i nominated her after all.&lt;br /&gt;wrote this crappy zuo wen about&lt;br /&gt;how dedicated she was*&lt;br /&gt;ladida. i'm not listening to the lady.&lt;br /&gt;she's asking a question and no one&lt;br /&gt;is answering her.&lt;br /&gt;i was giving rachel and natalie&lt;br /&gt;lit tuition but&lt;br /&gt;athena stole my students.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. yona is very very zai&lt;br /&gt;at lit. i don't know why she doesn't&lt;br /&gt;speak up in class.&lt;br /&gt;she was explaining the concept&lt;br /&gt;of understanding and marginalisation&lt;br /&gt;with a strawberry cake and&lt;br /&gt;a peach cake. rachel didn't&lt;br /&gt;get her but i think it's a &lt;br /&gt;very good way to explain.&lt;br /&gt;wheesies. two days ago mrs shum&lt;br /&gt;lost her voice so she&lt;br /&gt;told me what to say and i &lt;br /&gt;repeated everything to the class.&lt;br /&gt;now i see how cooperative&lt;br /&gt;oneth13rteen is during lit.&lt;br /&gt;we rock, th13rteeners!&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. i love dawn.&lt;br /&gt;she posted the entry i asked her&lt;br /&gt;*actually forced her* to post.&lt;br /&gt;it goes MELLY RAWKS MELLY RAWKS&lt;br /&gt;on and on and on again.&lt;br /&gt;she called me the cheek-pinching&lt;br /&gt;vice chair next door.&lt;br /&gt;how true how true.&lt;br /&gt;*glances at tag board*&lt;br /&gt;yay jean ellie.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL ME.&lt;br /&gt;it's bad for my ego.&lt;br /&gt;i really am psychic, you know.&lt;br /&gt;*noddies* fwaha. i'm&lt;br /&gt;stressing. sorray. erm.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday alyssa and i &lt;br /&gt;were trying to think of a new&lt;br /&gt;official elds song other than&lt;br /&gt;"are you gonna be my girl"&lt;br /&gt;and the 'serenade'. and it's...&lt;br /&gt;FIVE COLOURS. we especially&lt;br /&gt;enjoy doing the ay-i-ay-i-ay&lt;br /&gt;bits. fwaha. next years it'll&lt;br /&gt;be OUR turn to take part&lt;br /&gt;in a co-production between the&lt;br /&gt;rgs elds and the raffles players.&lt;br /&gt;if we do another musical...&lt;br /&gt;*muses* i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;the elds can't really sing.&lt;br /&gt;oh look. i've bloggged so much.&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. next friday after returning&lt;br /&gt;to nanyang, yona and lintong&lt;br /&gt;and rachel and i are going&lt;br /&gt;to watch TROY! yayness.&lt;br /&gt;charleen can't come because &lt;br /&gt;of badminton. fwah.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chan chen fen&lt;br /&gt;*our vice principal*&lt;br /&gt;is RETIRING. fwah.&lt;br /&gt;after 37 years of service&lt;br /&gt;and 34 of those in rgs.&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhhh. i wish I&lt;br /&gt;could retire. anyways. the&lt;br /&gt;whole school sang her a birthday&lt;br /&gt;song because tomorrow is&lt;br /&gt;her 60th birthday. baha.&lt;br /&gt;she had this HUMONGOUS&lt;br /&gt;chocolate cake. but of course,&lt;br /&gt;we pupils don't get any.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. our holiday starts&lt;br /&gt;next week! the last day of school&lt;br /&gt;is wednesday. i cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i WANNA WATCH VAN HELSING.&lt;br /&gt;*moans in despair*&lt;br /&gt;~give me back my heart,&lt;br /&gt;you thief.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108509882386686273?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108509882386686273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108509882386686273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108509882386686273' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108488551016795994</id><published>2004-05-18T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T21:05:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fwah. i cried in class today.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;i love you oneth13rteen!&lt;br /&gt;you were all so nice!&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to&lt;br /&gt;athena, charlotte, rachel,&lt;br /&gt;hannah, angeline, huirong,&lt;br /&gt;mingmei, lintong, vionna,&lt;br /&gt;chinhwee, natalie, steffanie,&lt;br /&gt;michelle, sharon, zekgian,&lt;br /&gt;cheryl, muthu, and yona.&lt;br /&gt;for trying to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly failed my geog.&lt;br /&gt;passed by half a mark.&lt;br /&gt;and then overall 60%.&lt;br /&gt;this is BAD. very bad.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. when mrs mohd&lt;br /&gt;was talking to us one to one,&lt;br /&gt;she well, bah. i shan't say.&lt;br /&gt;but now i sure respect her more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely have to work&lt;br /&gt;harder for geog next term.&lt;br /&gt;this friday is the lit test.&lt;br /&gt;i'm considerably confident.&lt;br /&gt;*was giving rachel lit tuition&lt;br /&gt;during research studies*&lt;br /&gt;but i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;it's my pet subject.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't do well,&lt;br /&gt;i'm DONE FOR.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. anyways. yesterday&lt;br /&gt;natalie tai and i were&lt;br /&gt;serenading muthu. &lt;br /&gt;i came up with this song!&lt;br /&gt;"oh my darlinggggggg...&lt;br /&gt;come home with meeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;i love your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;they're like the seeeeaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;when it's polluted...&lt;br /&gt;with mercureeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;then oh my darlingggggg...&lt;br /&gt;come home with meeeeeeee..."&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. yes we're weird.&lt;br /&gt;whee. tomorrow i have to&lt;br /&gt;give rachel lit tuition.&lt;br /&gt;as for now i have to &lt;br /&gt;redo my history essay&lt;br /&gt;because miss rozanah LOST IT.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. life stinks.&lt;br /&gt;byesies for now.&lt;br /&gt;~the laughing girl with&lt;br /&gt;the sad eyes~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108488551016795994?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108488551016795994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108488551016795994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108488551016795994' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108461453733044820</id><published>2004-05-15T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T17:48:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheesies. reicheru has been&lt;br /&gt;bugging me to blog. &lt;br /&gt;so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;let me sum up what has happened&lt;br /&gt;in this week.&lt;br /&gt;a) 2.4 km run!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. i did like seventeen minutes&lt;br /&gt;then sat around singing&lt;br /&gt;"iiiiiiii can't breathe eeeeeasaaaayy"&lt;br /&gt;to amuse eevee and jacky.&lt;br /&gt;b) lit presentation!&lt;br /&gt;i left my costume at home.&lt;br /&gt;so i improvised.&lt;br /&gt;i wore pink shorts on my head&lt;br /&gt;borrowed mingmei's baby blue windbreaker&lt;br /&gt;and wore my pinafore over it.&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. overacted. but the audience loved it.&lt;br /&gt;oneth13rteen is a GREAT audience.&lt;br /&gt;charlotte was cool too.&lt;br /&gt;*moohaha* fishing rod and all.&lt;br /&gt;c) german exam.&lt;br /&gt;twas cool. got me marks back yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;91.5! yaysies. nicole thio&lt;br /&gt;is so zai. she got 94.5.&lt;br /&gt;*pouts* ah wells. must study harder.&lt;br /&gt;zoe is even zai-er.&lt;br /&gt;she got 100 for jap.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. jappies. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;aiya. can't be bothered to say more.&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to blog&lt;br /&gt;during computer studies yesterday&lt;br /&gt;but all internet acess in rgs&lt;br /&gt;is DOWN. bet they did it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;these days i seem to have been pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys if i was moody.&lt;br /&gt;i still love all of you.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday huirongie got irritating&lt;br /&gt;with chin hwee and she said&lt;br /&gt;"melly, ask the stupid idiot&lt;br /&gt;next to you to shut up."&lt;br /&gt;so i promptly turned to huirongie&lt;br /&gt;and said "shut up."&lt;br /&gt;evil me. moohaha.&lt;br /&gt;yayness. i'm going with rachel pok&lt;br /&gt;to watch troy! linnie is turning&lt;br /&gt;it into a mass nanyangite gathering&lt;br /&gt;on the msn group. rachel and i&lt;br /&gt;have decided we'd rather go alone.&lt;br /&gt;whee. tomorrow have to go do&lt;br /&gt;math project with charlotte pok,&lt;br /&gt;thenarae, and michysquish&lt;br /&gt;at charlotte's house.&lt;br /&gt;math. aaaahhhhhh... my parents&lt;br /&gt;are SO going to murder me.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't exactly do very well.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm an admath girl.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. the funny thingy&lt;br /&gt;at the top of my blog behind&lt;br /&gt;the right column? that was&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSED to be my music code.&lt;br /&gt;liz phair's "why can't i".&lt;br /&gt;didn't work. moo. thanks for&lt;br /&gt;telling me anyway, eevee.&lt;br /&gt;okies. i shall go now.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to blog again. someday.&lt;br /&gt;~i left my wings out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't get them back.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108461453733044820?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108461453733044820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108461453733044820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108461453733044820' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108388953619423943</id><published>2004-05-07T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T08:30:03.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheesies. it's computer studies now.&lt;br /&gt;we're doing dreamweaver&lt;br /&gt;and the weird lady is droning&lt;br /&gt;on and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;we're going to do a website!&lt;br /&gt;yay! *snorts* well, this is&lt;br /&gt;my webbie after all.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. eeps. yona just came across&lt;br /&gt;a van helsing commercial/trailer.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch... *bouncies*&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna come with me?&lt;br /&gt;whee... i'm boredd. oh, now&lt;br /&gt;she's returning us our proposals.&lt;br /&gt;baha. my webbie is going to be&lt;br /&gt;on 6k. all 6k-ers, watch out.&lt;br /&gt;this website is from MY point of view.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, our baaaaad pictures.&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. i wanted to do on either&lt;br /&gt;magic knight rayearth or evanescence...&lt;br /&gt;but then... fwah. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;later is the german exam.&lt;br /&gt;eeps. i'm stressed. after our&lt;br /&gt;english report writing test,&lt;br /&gt;lintong and rebecca and i are going off&lt;br /&gt;to taka or somewhere fwaha.&lt;br /&gt;lintong takes malay.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZEK GIAN!&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. i'll get you your present later.&lt;br /&gt;as for the class present?&lt;br /&gt;we gave her these blue nametags&lt;br /&gt;with 'mrs legolas' on them.&lt;br /&gt;moohaha. sing to the dawn tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;it ain't fairrr... there are like&lt;br /&gt;less than twelve raffles players&lt;br /&gt;and less than forty elds girls...&lt;br /&gt;yet there are more guys cast&lt;br /&gt;in sing to the dawn...&lt;br /&gt;fwah. male chauvanist pigs.&lt;br /&gt;wheesies. i'm bored and excited and nervous&lt;br /&gt;all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;my life is SO weird.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my 6k...&lt;br /&gt;~big black boots!&lt;br /&gt;long brown hair!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108388953619423943?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108388953619423943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108388953619423943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108388953619423943' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108385003754414015</id><published>2004-05-06T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:31:43.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH VAN HELSINGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. a list of movies i wanna watch.&lt;br /&gt;1) van helsing!&lt;br /&gt;*hugh jackman* &lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;2) troy!&lt;br /&gt;*too many cute stars&lt;br /&gt;to list!*&lt;br /&gt;too bad brad pitt's married.&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;3) harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban!&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. weird i know.&lt;br /&gt;*tom felton*&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;4) kill bill volume two!&lt;br /&gt;though i can't for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;so many movies.&lt;br /&gt;so little time.&lt;br /&gt;6K gathering, people?&lt;br /&gt;WATCH A MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;it's high time we had a gathering&lt;br /&gt;anyway. 5N and 6L did.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. &lt;br /&gt;~say are you gonna&lt;br /&gt;be my girl?~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108385003754414015?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108385003754414015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108385003754414015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385003754414015' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108384966368311584</id><published>2004-05-06T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:25:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeee...&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged for SO long!&lt;br /&gt;*apologies to the person&lt;br /&gt;called NEW*&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;minamata is finally OVER!&lt;br /&gt;we even finished the studio version!&lt;br /&gt;hope our sponsor ISS likes it.&lt;br /&gt;or we lose a thousand five hundred bucks.&lt;br /&gt;so weird to be yuki again.&lt;br /&gt;i have so many adoring fans now!&lt;br /&gt;*egoego* melly, sign my elbow!&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. wheeeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;i'm really hyyperr. was arguing&lt;br /&gt;with evelyn yesterday about&lt;br /&gt;whether she's chio. i shall&lt;br /&gt;make it a public announcement here.&lt;br /&gt;EVELYN FOO ZHIWEI IS CHIOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;fwaha eevee. it's TOO late.&lt;br /&gt;baha. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;many things have happened since&lt;br /&gt;i last blogged. for example...&lt;br /&gt;1) I FINISHED MY DENIM POUCH&lt;br /&gt;DURING AESTHETICS AND I ONLY&lt;br /&gt;JAMMED THE MACHINE ONCE! HA!&lt;br /&gt;2) kellie's birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;so fun so fun...&lt;br /&gt;3) a lot more which&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered to say.&lt;br /&gt;okay... so yesterday was the french and jap&lt;br /&gt;tests and on the way back&lt;br /&gt;on the MRT natalie tai&lt;br /&gt;went all hyperr and started singing&lt;br /&gt;'are you gonna be my girl'&lt;br /&gt;i said&lt;br /&gt;ONE TWO THREE&lt;br /&gt;take my hand &lt;br /&gt;and come with me&lt;br /&gt;cos you look so fine&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanna make you mine...&lt;br /&gt;*guitar stuff*&lt;br /&gt;cos you look so fine&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanna make you mine...&lt;br /&gt;*more guitar stuff*&lt;br /&gt;FOUR FIVE SIX&lt;br /&gt;come on &lt;br /&gt;and get your kicks&lt;br /&gt;now you don't need that money&lt;br /&gt;with a face like that,&lt;br /&gt;do ya honey?&lt;br /&gt;*even more guitar stuff*&lt;br /&gt;BIG black boots...&lt;br /&gt;long BROWN hair...&lt;br /&gt;she's so SWEET...&lt;br /&gt;with that GETBACK stare...&lt;br /&gt;*and blahblahblah*&lt;br /&gt;baha. so today during lunch&lt;br /&gt;natty tai and i started&lt;br /&gt;singing it. then we did it to&lt;br /&gt;sherry, who joined us in doing it&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else. then we added&lt;br /&gt;"if you liked that performance,&lt;br /&gt;come watch sing to the dawn&lt;br /&gt;by the rgs elds.&lt;br /&gt;ignore the raffles players."&lt;br /&gt;baha. then we decided to help&lt;br /&gt;the poor band people trying&lt;br /&gt;to sell ice cream. and we went&lt;br /&gt;"FOUR FIVE SIX&lt;br /&gt;come and get your...&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM!"&lt;br /&gt;ultimate malu-ation.&lt;br /&gt;then after that alyssa joined us&lt;br /&gt;and we went round advertising&lt;br /&gt;sing to the dawn and embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;ourselves in the canteen. wheehee.&lt;br /&gt;mad elds girls.&lt;br /&gt;mrs shum was sick and didn't come&lt;br /&gt;today so i took over the&lt;br /&gt;lesson and began explaining everything&lt;br /&gt;about marginalisation to the class.&lt;br /&gt;i'm SO proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. *egotripped*&lt;br /&gt;now i give lit tuition!&lt;br /&gt;whoever's interested comes.&lt;br /&gt;my only two serious pupils&lt;br /&gt;are rachel and natalie ong!&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. whee...&lt;br /&gt;ooh yay tonight's the oc!&lt;br /&gt;marissa rocks my socks.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;i named to day&lt;br /&gt;"prance around in your socks day".&lt;br /&gt;but only i did it.&lt;br /&gt;i was prancing around in my socks.&lt;br /&gt;fwaha. but it rained. so i had&lt;br /&gt;to put my shoes on to&lt;br /&gt;go out. fwah. i'm STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's my german exam.&lt;br /&gt;eeps. es macht spaB nicht.&lt;br /&gt;*shrieks* i shall go study.&lt;br /&gt;after the oc. moohaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and to penghui.&lt;br /&gt;shut. up. and stay. away.&lt;br /&gt;this. is. MY. blog. and.&lt;br /&gt;it's. not. for. YOU. to. spam.&lt;br /&gt;NEW, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;and who's apul?&lt;br /&gt;fwah. enigmas enigmas.&lt;br /&gt;~onetwothree take my hand&lt;br /&gt;and come with me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108384966368311584?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108384966368311584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108384966368311584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108384966368311584' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108264343485184300</id><published>2004-04-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T22:21:22.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so... today was the &lt;br /&gt;first three performances &lt;br /&gt;of minamata. one at&lt;br /&gt;corporation primary and two at&lt;br /&gt;marsiling primary. whee...&lt;br /&gt;it was quite good,&lt;br /&gt;considering how disgusting&lt;br /&gt;our rehearsals were.&lt;br /&gt;first... corporation primary.&lt;br /&gt;there was this mad kid&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;mingjuan called in sick, &lt;br /&gt;so mr connolly filled in&lt;br /&gt;for her as mr shimada,&lt;br /&gt;the chairman of the board&lt;br /&gt;of directors of chisso company.&lt;br /&gt;and when he started speaking,&lt;br /&gt;that mad kid started going&lt;br /&gt;"xiao ah?" every five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and he certainly projects&lt;br /&gt;very well. i think the whole hall&lt;br /&gt;could hear him. then that kid&lt;br /&gt;also realised alyssa was supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be a man and started going&lt;br /&gt;"xiao ah?" when she spoke as well.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this bunch&lt;br /&gt;of kids in the front row&lt;br /&gt;playing with the velcro straps&lt;br /&gt;on their shoes. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure velcro is fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;the little boys doing sound&lt;br /&gt;and lighting for us did a &lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC job. woohoo corporation.&lt;br /&gt;then there was marsiling. first thing&lt;br /&gt;i have to say about marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;it's BEEG. as in big. and modernized.&lt;br /&gt;kuang says it was renovated.&lt;br /&gt;mrs seeva the principal said the&lt;br /&gt;building was only two years old.&lt;br /&gt;i see. and the kids there are &lt;br /&gt;super tall. i felt so short standing&lt;br /&gt;around there. what on earth does&lt;br /&gt;marsiling primary put in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;food? steroids? fwah. then we set up the &lt;br /&gt;place and got ready for performance.&lt;br /&gt;the mike wires seriously got&lt;br /&gt;in the way. but pah. we projected okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but we lost our audience.&lt;br /&gt;they were bored. and i don't&lt;br /&gt;blame them. i'd be bored too,&lt;br /&gt;if some strange secondary school&lt;br /&gt;and put up a play i didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;then after staying in my wheelchair &lt;br /&gt;throughout the play even during&lt;br /&gt;curtain call, *mr connolly said &lt;br /&gt;it was to make people think i was&lt;br /&gt;REALLY handicapped* i popped out from&lt;br /&gt;behind the curtain for a breath of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;and saw this little kid nudge his friend&lt;br /&gt;and say, "see, i told you she wasn't..."&lt;br /&gt;so... mr connolly was right.&lt;br /&gt;bah. then we had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;we were all so ravenous&lt;br /&gt;we ate everything up in &lt;br /&gt;fifteen minutes. noodles, watermelon and all.&lt;br /&gt;hadn't eaten since we boarded the bus at 6.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. early, ne? then we had our &lt;br /&gt;last performance for the day,&lt;br /&gt;with the most responsive audience.&lt;br /&gt;polite kids. the weird teacher guy&lt;br /&gt;called mr connolly... *baha*&lt;br /&gt;"i would now like to invite&lt;br /&gt;mr jones to speak to you."&lt;br /&gt;fwahahahahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;mr jones. we're going to tease him&lt;br /&gt;about that FOREVER. fwaha. &lt;br /&gt;then after that we were leaving&lt;br /&gt;then mr connolly said "wait, &lt;br /&gt;don't leave yet." and claire was like,&lt;br /&gt;"oh, do we have to sign autographs?"&lt;br /&gt;she's SO cute. and natty tai CAME!&lt;br /&gt;yes! she saved us! three cheers for &lt;br /&gt;natty tai, my wonderful mum!&lt;br /&gt;baha. we have this super funny&lt;br /&gt;video with the sec ones except hannah and steff,&lt;br /&gt;and with noddy, trying to be bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;it's really hilarious. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;and after that we went back to school,&lt;br /&gt;moved stage flats, and did a lot&lt;br /&gt;of shrieking. tomorrow, we're&lt;br /&gt;performing for rgs. i'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. suvitha and i went for german.&lt;br /&gt;at least, we TRIED to go for german.&lt;br /&gt;frau tan was going to have her sec four class.&lt;br /&gt;so suvi and i went earlier and shouted&lt;br /&gt;"yo, frau tan!" baha. i saw penghui.&lt;br /&gt;i need therapy now. he started yelling&lt;br /&gt;this stream of unintelligible insults.&lt;br /&gt;jeremy chee sighed very audibly.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. we decided to catch frau tan later.&lt;br /&gt;so we did. and she told us some funny stuff&lt;br /&gt;i didn't quite catch. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go bug haslina or amelina or rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;then we went round the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;i saw tons of nanyangites.&lt;br /&gt;and there are some things i shan't mention.&lt;br /&gt;so there we have it.&lt;br /&gt;i'd say a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be bothered&lt;br /&gt;and i don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;~it's all in the &lt;br /&gt;past, dammit.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108264343485184300?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108264343485184300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108264343485184300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108264343485184300' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108255479609267346</id><published>2004-04-21T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T21:44:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;our first performance&lt;br /&gt;of minamata is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. *yes i have adopted&lt;br /&gt;claire's word* and we stink.&lt;br /&gt;it is SO bad compared&lt;br /&gt;to what our seniors did in &lt;br /&gt;youniverse and what they're&lt;br /&gt;going to do in &lt;br /&gt;sing to the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;i STILL can't project.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i belong&lt;br /&gt;in the elds.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed and pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;my apologies to natalie and huirong&lt;br /&gt;who seemed quite taken aback&lt;br /&gt;by my moodiness this morning.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. i'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;what if something goes wrong?&lt;br /&gt;what if i forget my lines?&lt;br /&gt;what if the audience hates us?&lt;br /&gt;there's SO much that can go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. mustn't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;suvitha and indera nad i&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go for make-up&lt;br /&gt;german tomorrow but according&lt;br /&gt;to the schedule, we have to go&lt;br /&gt;back to school and unpack, &lt;br /&gt;which probably means we'll&lt;br /&gt;leave at five or something.&lt;br /&gt;fwah. and the german test,&lt;br /&gt;no, exam, is only two weeks&lt;br /&gt;away. wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;athena is coming with me to &lt;br /&gt;watch sing to the dawn on&lt;br /&gt;saturday night. the fifteen&lt;br /&gt;buck tickets. it's MY cca, &lt;br /&gt;after all. who's coming?&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed about minamata.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;that feels better.&lt;br /&gt;*shrieks again*&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;i'm still stressed.&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;today we had needlework.&lt;br /&gt;*cringes at the thought*&lt;br /&gt;yona and i are still&lt;br /&gt;the worse students in class,&lt;br /&gt;i'll bet. my potholder maze&lt;br /&gt;kinda goes all over the place&lt;br /&gt;and yona had to unpick her&lt;br /&gt;entire thing. at least she didn't&lt;br /&gt;wreck her machine today.&lt;br /&gt;i certainly did.&lt;br /&gt;*recalls sight of humongous&lt;br /&gt;tangled lump of string*&lt;br /&gt;bah. i hate sewing.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till it's over.&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;i am stressed.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go practise.&lt;br /&gt;i am stressed.&lt;br /&gt;i think this is getting bad.&lt;br /&gt;i am stressed.&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;~i am stressed~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108255479609267346?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blogged excluding today.&lt;br /&gt;1) bought jolin tsai's cheng bao cd! &lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;2) LOST MY VOICE SHRIEKING AT SPORTS FEST&lt;br /&gt;WHERE BUCKLE GOT SECOND!&lt;br /&gt;*throws more confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;3) missed an episode of the oc!&lt;br /&gt;MARISSA IS SO CHIO!&lt;br /&gt;*picks up some confetti and &lt;br /&gt;stuffs it back in the basket*&lt;br /&gt;4) messed up a sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;during needlework.&lt;br /&gt;*picks up more confetti*&lt;br /&gt;5) had service learning at eco-pond&lt;br /&gt;and named new class mascot.&lt;br /&gt;*waves wally the water lettuce around*&lt;br /&gt;6) wasted an elemental ticket...&lt;br /&gt;*breaks down and sobs*&lt;br /&gt;7) supported chinese debate at tchs&lt;br /&gt;*rgs...lost.*&lt;br /&gt;8) watched loose cannon&lt;br /&gt;*how on earth do they project&lt;br /&gt;their voices like that...*&lt;br /&gt;i would continue, but you&lt;br /&gt;would fall asleep, so&lt;br /&gt;never mind. wheee...&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;i'm STRESSED out.&lt;br /&gt;minamata is in TWO days...&lt;br /&gt;we, the elds juniors and some seniors,&lt;br /&gt;have been rehearsing quite madly,&lt;br /&gt;but it's STILL not up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried last week&lt;br /&gt;because my voice just CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;reach the end of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be facing perhaps five hundred&lt;br /&gt;tired, sleepy, bored, uninterested&lt;br /&gt;kids on thursday at marsiling and corporation&lt;br /&gt;primary schools. one plus point though.&lt;br /&gt;i get to skip school on &lt;br /&gt;a day with BOTH horrible humanities&lt;br /&gt;history and geog. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;yes, i like doing that.&lt;br /&gt;and whee... GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;*throws rocks around*&lt;br /&gt;natalie tai's parents are&lt;br /&gt;PULLING HER OUT OF THE ELDS.&lt;br /&gt;ARE THEY MAD? &lt;br /&gt;OR ARE THEY MAD?&lt;br /&gt;this is a most CRITICAL time.&lt;br /&gt;performance in TWO days.&lt;br /&gt;and natalie is FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;we'll absolutely die without her.&lt;br /&gt;we love her and she loves the elds.&lt;br /&gt;we are one of rgs' most prestigious ccas.&lt;br /&gt;i can safely say that.&lt;br /&gt;natalie has the talent.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY WANT TO PULL HER OUT.&lt;br /&gt;why? because they think it's&lt;br /&gt;too time-consuming.&lt;br /&gt;band practises EVERY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;tennis girls leave school early.&lt;br /&gt;so do basketball girls.&lt;br /&gt;badminton is three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;without major productions going on&lt;br /&gt;elds is one of the slackest ccas there is.&lt;br /&gt;only tuesdays. &lt;br /&gt;and they say if we don't let her go&lt;br /&gt;they'll pull her out rgs.&lt;br /&gt;i bet it's just a facade.&lt;br /&gt;which INSANE parent wants their daughter&lt;br /&gt;OUT of rgs. poor natalie.&lt;br /&gt;she was SO upset.&lt;br /&gt;and we're now a mother short.&lt;br /&gt;mrs shum was going to do it...&lt;br /&gt;but alyssa found it super weird &lt;br /&gt;to say 'hi dear' to her form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;so huiling the superwoman &lt;br /&gt;memorized nat's lines&lt;br /&gt;in like, half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;you go, girl!&lt;br /&gt;natalie... so eeriely parallel to jean lai.&lt;br /&gt;who's jean lai?&lt;br /&gt;the main character in youniverse.&lt;br /&gt;a young girl in a prestigious school &lt;br /&gt;who wants to act.&lt;br /&gt;but do her parents let her?&lt;br /&gt;NO. they think it affects her academics.&lt;br /&gt;but wait... she does it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what? her father turns up.&lt;br /&gt;so being horrible and mean and nasty,&lt;br /&gt;her dad yells at her, breaks the chair,&lt;br /&gt;upsets the table, blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;she cries. her mother cries. &lt;br /&gt;*there was a really touching&lt;br /&gt;schizophrenic scene in youniverse too*&lt;br /&gt;and well, she commits suicide.&lt;br /&gt;natty, don't do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i know you won't.&lt;br /&gt;whee... ELDS ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;*bounces around*&lt;br /&gt;come watch sing to the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;me is watching with athena.&lt;br /&gt;other people like qing yu,&lt;br /&gt;zheng ning, blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;also coming. AND EEVEE! &lt;br /&gt;*cheers* i love my granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;so filial. must come support&lt;br /&gt;my elds seniors. who cares bout&lt;br /&gt;the players. they stink anyway.&lt;br /&gt;*no offence shiyang*&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL CHEN!&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON, CHIO BU!&lt;br /&gt;today was rachie's birthday&lt;br /&gt;and i helped her carry her cake!&lt;br /&gt;correction: cakes.&lt;br /&gt;two HUGE ones from sweet secrets.&lt;br /&gt;so for lunch, oneth13rteen had&lt;br /&gt;cake, cake and cake.&lt;br /&gt;and we didn't finish.&lt;br /&gt;more cake tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL CHEN IS CHIO1&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;no, not just cos it's her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i said that. and i meant it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have much else to say.&lt;br /&gt;so i shan't say it.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i have a new rock idol.&lt;br /&gt;other than evanescence,&lt;br /&gt;linkin park, nightwish and garbage...&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW LOVE THE RASMUS!&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti around*&lt;br /&gt;~i've been watching&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;in the shadows...~&lt;br /&gt;-'in the shadows' by the rasmus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108247126064886058?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108247126064886058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108247126064886058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108247126064886058' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108090757764757087</id><published>2004-04-02T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T20:09:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee...&lt;br /&gt;haven't blogged for SO long.&lt;br /&gt;now to talk about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;april fool's day.&lt;br /&gt;baha. first we had this &lt;br /&gt;INSANE idea to move our tables&lt;br /&gt;forward slowly until we reached &lt;br /&gt;the front of the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;almost at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;so we did it to mrs sia&lt;br /&gt;first during math, and by the&lt;br /&gt;end of the lesson we were&lt;br /&gt;blocking the door,&lt;br /&gt;so i shouted, &lt;br /&gt;"hey, mrs sia, noticed anything &lt;br /&gt;different about this side&lt;br /&gt;of the classroom?"&lt;br /&gt;and she looked really blur&lt;br /&gt;and was like, "no. what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;and we shrieked &lt;br /&gt;APRIL FOOL! and she &lt;br /&gt;STILL looked confused.&lt;br /&gt;math teachers.&lt;br /&gt;so... anyway, we did the &lt;br /&gt;same thing for science,&lt;br /&gt;but doctor slatter noticed&lt;br /&gt;already and ignored us.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. chem teachers.&lt;br /&gt;we intended to do so for lit,&lt;br /&gt;but we forgot, so never mind.&lt;br /&gt;then... today we had geog.&lt;br /&gt;presentation time.&lt;br /&gt;i just finished the script&lt;br /&gt;last night and our group&lt;br /&gt;had ZERO practice&lt;br /&gt;but we scored a whopping&lt;br /&gt;eighteen out of twenty, &lt;br /&gt;the highest of all.&lt;br /&gt;the cast:&lt;br /&gt;me: irritating host,ryan seacrest&lt;br /&gt;athena: bimbo, elle woods&lt;br /&gt;charlotte: ahbeng, ah beng&lt;br /&gt;rachel: prefect, hermione granger&lt;br /&gt;huirong: superheroine, tectonic woman&lt;br /&gt;michelle: multimedia person&lt;br /&gt;chin hwee: flashcard holder&lt;br /&gt;baha. athena brought this&lt;br /&gt;really sexy pink toga top,&lt;br /&gt;but REFUSED to wear it after&lt;br /&gt;changing and wore this blue shirt&lt;br /&gt;thingy instead. she brought&lt;br /&gt;high heels while she was at it. charlotte was&lt;br /&gt;wearing this bright red&lt;br /&gt;tao nan national day&lt;br /&gt;shirt and the rgs blouse and pants&lt;br /&gt;and oh man... &lt;br /&gt;one word: AH BENG.&lt;br /&gt;i just wore this denim jacket&lt;br /&gt;thingy and rachel wore her rgs&lt;br /&gt;tie. and said "i'm a prefect."&lt;br /&gt;and charlotte was like.&lt;br /&gt;"eh, what you staring at, ah?&lt;br /&gt;never see ah beng before, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;and athena, athena, athena...&lt;br /&gt;"I'M A BIMBO! *clapclap*&lt;br /&gt;I'M A BIMBO! *clapclap*&lt;br /&gt;I'M A B. I. M... nevermind..."&lt;br /&gt;yes. bimbotic, i know.&lt;br /&gt;then huirong. WAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;more or less tells you.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't do much research&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE PUT UP&lt;br /&gt;A STELLAR PERFORMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;our audience LOVED her.&lt;br /&gt;costume for tectonic woman:&lt;br /&gt;paper 'T' to be stuck on belt&lt;br /&gt;pink jacket to be tied around neck&lt;br /&gt;and... yellow bookstrap to be wrapped around head.&lt;br /&gt;baha. the bookstrap was my idea.&lt;br /&gt;we played five different soundtracks:&lt;br /&gt;star wars episode one the phantom menace: the theme&lt;br /&gt;james bond: misson impossible&lt;br /&gt;spiderman: spiderman&lt;br /&gt;lord of the rings: breaking the fellowship&lt;br /&gt;*sung by melissa yoong*...&lt;br /&gt;powerpuff girls: the theme&lt;br /&gt;baha. funfun. huirong was really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;fantastic performance girls.&lt;br /&gt;WE ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;~someone once told that life&lt;br /&gt;was a dream full of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;and he lied.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108090757764757087?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108090757764757087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108090757764757087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108090757764757087' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108044528555495478</id><published>2004-03-28T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T11:44:57.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. i am going to complain.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT EVERYTHING RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;for my chinese.&lt;br /&gt;that is really RARE.&lt;br /&gt;and well, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;LIKE EVERYONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;I GOT 10/66.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE (INSERT SWEARWORD)...&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SYSTEM.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I KNOW WHY I&lt;br /&gt;HATE ELEARNING.&lt;br /&gt;okay. now about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;we went for that GEP busking thingy.&lt;br /&gt;it was sadly pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;there were these nygh girls dancing.&lt;br /&gt;not too bad i must say,&lt;br /&gt;though the buckle cheerleaders&lt;br /&gt;are only a billion times better.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked a little more and &lt;br /&gt;saw this really bad puppet show&lt;br /&gt;by the chinese high sec ones.&lt;br /&gt;more information on what happened there later.&lt;br /&gt;outside orchard mrt station&lt;br /&gt;there was this bunch of dunman people&lt;br /&gt;singing and what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;don't mix boys whose voices are breaking&lt;br /&gt;with girls with voices that go up and down&lt;br /&gt;at unusual times. no offence but&lt;br /&gt;they were the worse motley choir&lt;br /&gt;i've ever seen. then winning the award&lt;br /&gt;for worse performance of the day which&lt;br /&gt;drew the MOST spectators...&lt;br /&gt;the chinese high gay dancers.&lt;br /&gt;yes. a bunch of guys doing&lt;br /&gt;something which looks like a weird&lt;br /&gt;native american courtship dance&lt;br /&gt;for LADIES. complete with tambourines&lt;br /&gt;and other weird instruments like pots&lt;br /&gt;and pans and spoons and sticks.&lt;br /&gt;and then there was tai boon...&lt;br /&gt;former star soprano of the nanyang primary&lt;br /&gt;choir, singing unintelligible words&lt;br /&gt;an octave higher than mariah carey.&lt;br /&gt;freaky, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;what is the world coming to.&lt;br /&gt;okay... first things first.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl and muthu and charleen and yona and i&lt;br /&gt;got off the bus and started walking to&lt;br /&gt;station one and who do we see&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of the road&lt;br /&gt;behind us? jinghua.&lt;br /&gt;worse still, he starts waving.&lt;br /&gt;charleen and yona and i suddenly&lt;br /&gt;make a decision to start running&lt;br /&gt;as the green man lights up&lt;br /&gt;just in time. escape.&lt;br /&gt;then we arrive and i see chan yi.&lt;br /&gt;i shriek and hug her. baha.&lt;br /&gt;been so long since i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;then angie and the other 6k girls&lt;br /&gt;complain that they saw zhou penghui.&lt;br /&gt;that's someone i need to avoid, all right.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;but bah. we also saw&lt;br /&gt;cheronne, jayne, sylvia, ophelia&lt;br /&gt;and my evil twin melissa wong.&lt;br /&gt;bah. then we saw tom and see tow&lt;br /&gt;and some others. bah. couldn't identify&lt;br /&gt;japheth. then there was the&lt;br /&gt;really bad puppet show put up&lt;br /&gt;by the sec one tchs guys. i didn't &lt;br /&gt;hear much, only some nonsense about&lt;br /&gt;william hung and romeo and juliet.&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to have been&lt;br /&gt;really funny though. some of the guys&lt;br /&gt;putting it up were junhong&lt;br /&gt;and howard and mingyang.&lt;br /&gt;the audience had penghui and huipeng&lt;br /&gt;and mark cheng and ziyang&lt;br /&gt;and others in it. in the front row,&lt;br /&gt;next to jit yao, was damien.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to do something,&lt;br /&gt;but angie said "DON'T. SAY.&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING." i said, "okay, i won't."&lt;br /&gt;but charleen shrieked "HEY, MILO!"&lt;br /&gt;and all the nanyangite at the scene froze.&lt;br /&gt;even those behind the puppet stage.&lt;br /&gt;angie moaned and ran away just as &lt;br /&gt;everyone turned to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;later we came back and angie was horrified&lt;br /&gt;to discover that junhong was now taller than her.&lt;br /&gt;he's still shorter than me though.&lt;br /&gt;yay. everyone else seems to have grown.&lt;br /&gt;except howard. no surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;then later they said damien was watching&lt;br /&gt;angie from behind a bush.&lt;br /&gt;green on black. bad choice of camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;okay that was mean. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;then outside orchard mrt, i saw&lt;br /&gt;hiok hong. i knew he was short and fat&lt;br /&gt;but not THAT short. he's not fat thought.&lt;br /&gt;could be the work of marie-france bodyline&lt;br /&gt;or something. bah. what else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;nothing actually. i went for lunch with&lt;br /&gt;angie and mingmei and natty in takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;at macdonalds. and we saw penghui and linus and huipeng&lt;br /&gt;eating together. three misfits.&lt;br /&gt;then penghui was like... "YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;and we ignored him. mingmei seemed amused&lt;br /&gt;to see who he was. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;we debated nonsense over lunch&lt;br /&gt;and natty left first.&lt;br /&gt;then mingmei and angie and i&lt;br /&gt;walked out and ran into athena.&lt;br /&gt;who had been sms-ing me and i er...&lt;br /&gt;heehee...hadn't replied.&lt;br /&gt;i hid behind angie and athena got&lt;br /&gt;that dangerous slitty-eyed look.&lt;br /&gt;baha. she murdered me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;what else to say? oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;i have a TON more elearning stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;~or maybe you knew already&lt;br /&gt;just like i did, too.&lt;br /&gt;but i just had to hear it&lt;br /&gt;from you.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108044528555495478?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108044528555495478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108044528555495478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108044528555495478' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-108013305654739696</id><published>2004-03-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T21:01:03.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm Nobody! &lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you - &lt;br /&gt;Nobody too?" &lt;br /&gt;- my favourite line from&lt;br /&gt;emily dickinson. &lt;br /&gt;bah. blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;so... yesterday was pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;elearning can go boil its head.&lt;br /&gt;pah. i got 29 out of 89 for english.&lt;br /&gt;does the thingy even add up to 89?&lt;br /&gt;guess what? NO. bah. first time i've&lt;br /&gt;ever failed something in english.&lt;br /&gt;i shall have to work harder even&lt;br /&gt;though the dumb thing can't even&lt;br /&gt;calculate anyway. what else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;*thinks hard* oh yes! yesterday's elds.&lt;br /&gt;bah. minamata again. *puts on retarded face*&lt;br /&gt;everything went really well even &lt;br /&gt;though half of the elds didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;and after that when hannah and alyssa and natalie&lt;br /&gt;and i were rehearsing the family scenes.&lt;br /&gt;mr connolly was explaining things to us&lt;br /&gt;about stage and blahblahblah while pushing&lt;br /&gt;me around in that idiotic swivel chair&lt;br /&gt;which can't pass for a wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL. and then suddenly he&lt;br /&gt;gives the chair a push and my immense&lt;br /&gt;weight manages to slow the chair&lt;br /&gt;down and prevent from crashing&lt;br /&gt;into the wall. i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;and then today we had 3rd lang.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun poking tami's and evelyn's&lt;br /&gt;cheeks after a week of no poking.&lt;br /&gt;baha. no sign of mingmei though.&lt;br /&gt;hope she's fine. or maybe&lt;br /&gt;she had some kind of heats today.&lt;br /&gt;i had this horrible laughing fit&lt;br /&gt;during german because we had&lt;br /&gt;this weird dialogue that went&lt;br /&gt;along the lines of "do you&lt;br /&gt;have a pen?" "no, i have a&lt;br /&gt;fountain pen." bah. i couldn't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;until after the break when i&lt;br /&gt;just stopped laughing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;yes. i am delusional. don't remind me.&lt;br /&gt;elearning is horrible. we should&lt;br /&gt;strike. or campaign for a YEAR &lt;br /&gt;of elearning. bah. i don't really&lt;br /&gt;have anything else to say, do i?&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;~i thought you were an angel&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out i was wrong~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-108013305654739696?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108013305654739696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/108013305654739696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108013305654739696' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107996983067223733</id><published>2004-03-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T23:40:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah. i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVEN'T FINISHED MY RESEARCH&lt;br /&gt;STUDIES! IT'S DUE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;bah. i'm compiling everything&lt;br /&gt;chin hwee and i have done.&lt;br /&gt;being the idiot i am i even&lt;br /&gt;did her share of the questions. &lt;br /&gt;never mind. pah. two unanswered questions.&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE THEM! one left i'm slaving over.&lt;br /&gt;'What is the conversion factor between mmHg and Pa?'&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WOULD I KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;bah. i HATE research studies. &lt;br /&gt;i really do. there's a really &lt;br /&gt;HUMONGOUS difference between my&lt;br /&gt;bibliographies and chin hwee's. how?&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES WHO CARES WHO CARES&lt;br /&gt;actually i care. but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't. bah. and to think last week i thought&lt;br /&gt;YAY ELEARNING WEEK. bah.&lt;br /&gt;life really gets you down at times.&lt;br /&gt;so. yesterday was my dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. we went out and i &lt;br /&gt;conveniently bought myself&lt;br /&gt;the first five mangas of cardcaptor sakura&lt;br /&gt;and the three mangas of xXx holic.&lt;br /&gt;this means i am the proud owner of&lt;br /&gt;the above mentioned PLUS&lt;br /&gt;four volumes of tsubasa&lt;br /&gt;three volumes of magic knight rayearth season one&lt;br /&gt;and two volumes of magic knight rayearth season two.&lt;br /&gt;now all i need to do is start&lt;br /&gt;finding the time to get&lt;br /&gt;chobits and the next five volumes of sakura.&lt;br /&gt;bah. I JUST VENTED ALL&lt;br /&gt;MY FRUSTRATION ON THIS&lt;br /&gt;MSN CONVERSATION BETWEEN&lt;br /&gt;ME AND EVELYN AND HIOK HONG&lt;br /&gt;AND TOM AND YANZHI AND I &lt;br /&gt;WAS GOING KINDA INSANE BUT&lt;br /&gt;BLAH. LIFE. IS. SO. UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL PROBABLY START FEELING GUILTY SOON&lt;br /&gt;BUT SO WHAT? I AM EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;MEAN. WHATEVER. GET. LOST.&lt;br /&gt;what the...&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH CHIN HWEE YOU ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;CHIN HWEE I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;SHE GOT IT! SHE GOT IT!&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS A GENIUS! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;chin hwee your bibliography may be sucky&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOUR INFORMATION SOURCES ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates* &lt;br /&gt;okay so i HAVE FINISHED RESEARCH STUDIES!&lt;br /&gt;CHIN HWEE WE ROCK WE ROCK WE ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine so we have two blank questions.&lt;br /&gt;but it's only research studies anyway.&lt;br /&gt;what else shall i say?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i bought a new shirt which&lt;br /&gt;says "perfect" in glittery letters.&lt;br /&gt;a new "ego" shirt. i have the&lt;br /&gt;nice black esprit one from charlotte&lt;br /&gt;which says "some girls are born winners".&lt;br /&gt;now all i need are some which say&lt;br /&gt;"angel" or "princess". *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;ego ego ego ego ego ego&lt;br /&gt;bah. I WENT BACK TO NANYANG TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THAT PLACE SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;i went there with angie and rachie and bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda sad. only us three girls&lt;br /&gt;went back. and as for the ri guys,&lt;br /&gt;only tom and yanzhi and seetow.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic. oh well. we made the most&lt;br /&gt;of it though. NANYANG ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;angie was coaching rachie and i for basketball&lt;br /&gt;and yay now we can shoot halfway decently.&lt;br /&gt;in case you didn't know, rachie and i &lt;br /&gt;are the worst sportspersons in nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. i got sunburnt, too.&lt;br /&gt;now i've gone all RED. as in RED.&lt;br /&gt;pah. oh well. must take care of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;over excessive basketball playing. pah.&lt;br /&gt;oh no. I CAN'T GET INTO THE INET.&lt;br /&gt;there goes elearning. chin hwee&lt;br /&gt;will have to submit the research studies.&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT SHE CAN'T GET IN TOO.&lt;br /&gt;ALL OUR RS EFFORT DOWN THE DRAIN...&lt;br /&gt;*sobs* bah. i miss nanyang. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i shall go murder someone.&lt;br /&gt;and i MUST get that swiss army knife.&lt;br /&gt;~heaven is a place nearby&lt;br /&gt;so i won't be so far away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107996983067223733?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107996983067223733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107996983067223733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996983067223733' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107984133892059657</id><published>2004-03-21T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T11:59:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE TAMIIIIIIIII!&lt;br /&gt;no, i do not have a thing &lt;br /&gt;for the rosythians. i recall&lt;br /&gt;saying the same thing about&lt;br /&gt;mingmei and evelyn but baha.&lt;br /&gt;this is for another reason.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE MUSIC NOW&lt;br /&gt;AND TAMI GOT IT FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;*cheers* evanescence rocks!&lt;br /&gt;baha. oh wells then.&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog tonight.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TAMI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107984133892059657?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107984133892059657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107984133892059657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107984133892059657' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107970367194296344</id><published>2004-03-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:44:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheesies. i'm SO proud&lt;br /&gt;of my tagboard. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;okay so what shall i rant about today?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... oh yah. the chair/&lt;br /&gt;vice chair worskshop we had today.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda crappy&lt;br /&gt;but at least i didn't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;the way i always do.&lt;br /&gt;bah. i don't really feel like&lt;br /&gt;blogging today. tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;there is NO mass dance. i don't&lt;br /&gt;know whether to be elated&lt;br /&gt;or gloomy. my mum suddenly &lt;br /&gt;doesn't like the idea of my&lt;br /&gt;going back to nanyang. why?&lt;br /&gt;elaine doesn't want to either.&lt;br /&gt;bah. ah wells. i want to watch&lt;br /&gt;a movie. who with? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;everyone hates me. bah.&lt;br /&gt;depression again. i must&lt;br /&gt;be pms-ing. what else to say?&lt;br /&gt;i linked a whole ton more people. bah.&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;-and the eyes that are watching me&lt;br /&gt;watching me so silently&lt;br /&gt;in my unreality-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107970367194296344?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107970367194296344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107970367194296344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107970367194296344' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107961715324845600</id><published>2004-03-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:42:32.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay people.&lt;br /&gt;here are the photos.&lt;br /&gt;the captions are well... done by my sister.&lt;br /&gt;victoria. *and krystal can't be bothered*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4287409361&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps. go take a lookie.&lt;br /&gt;we are MAD. by the way&lt;br /&gt;the user "poopoopoopoopoo"&lt;br /&gt;is me. yes. i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;guys, remember to register&lt;br /&gt;so can have an account&lt;br /&gt;and view okay?&lt;br /&gt;MellyA *in honour of mingmei*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107961715324845600?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107961715324845600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107961715324845600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107961715324845600' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107961617558527653</id><published>2004-03-18T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:26:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! i have a TAGBOARD&lt;br /&gt;AND I DID IT MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;yay. it doesn't work too well though.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. at least it works.&lt;br /&gt;i have made a TON of changes&lt;br /&gt;to my bloggie. i changed the funny&lt;br /&gt;"i am who i want to be. i am..."&lt;br /&gt;and "i go where i want to go. i go..."&lt;br /&gt;and "i say what i want to say. i say..."&lt;br /&gt;to everybody's fool lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;much better, if i may say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY changed my name from&lt;br /&gt;AnnA bAnAnA to inamorata ~.&lt;br /&gt;and also it's not the stupid&lt;br /&gt;"AnnA bAnAnA was fooled"&lt;br /&gt;but "inamorata ~ sold her soul".&lt;br /&gt;good. very good. what else?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i finally have the time right.&lt;br /&gt;and also the top bar doesn't say&lt;br /&gt;"...Everybody's Fool..." anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it says "killmeifyoudare ~".&lt;br /&gt;what else have i done?&lt;br /&gt;not sure. *self-satisfied grin*&lt;br /&gt;fine, so maybe EVERYONE ELSE &lt;br /&gt;has done it, but BIG DEAL.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE DONE IT. so there.&lt;br /&gt;i have to do something about&lt;br /&gt;those links someday though.&lt;br /&gt;bah. so today was kind of crappy.&lt;br /&gt;but never mind. i watched sound of music!&lt;br /&gt;*beams* my mother was out.&lt;br /&gt;and breakfast at tiffany's! yes,&lt;br /&gt;my oldest sister is mad about classics.&lt;br /&gt;my second sister is just mad.&lt;br /&gt;what else to say? nothing much, really&lt;br /&gt;so i shall end off here.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i want lintong DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;SHE PUT MY PHOTO&lt;br /&gt;AS HER DISPLAY PIC. so what? you may say&lt;br /&gt;but IT'S THE ONE WITH MY&lt;br /&gt;HAIR IN TWO PONYTAILS!&lt;br /&gt;*breaks down* ah well.&lt;br /&gt;life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;~i'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;and life is a nightmare~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107961617558527653?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107961617558527653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107961617558527653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107961617558527653' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107953190445039925</id><published>2004-03-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:01:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! i finally downloaded&lt;br /&gt;a BLOG SKIN. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;okay... so i had my sister's help&lt;br /&gt;but never mind. she's going&lt;br /&gt;to help me get a TAGBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;baha. i have to pay her...&lt;br /&gt;but it's more or less worth it.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... today nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;we went to wan qing yuan,&lt;br /&gt;the boringest place i've ever&lt;br /&gt;been to other than research studies.&lt;br /&gt;and i had that stupid sl interview.&lt;br /&gt;my most traumatic experience.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd rather be a psl than a prefect&lt;br /&gt;if it makes you so scary.&lt;br /&gt;bah. i don't really have&lt;br /&gt;anything else to say do i?&lt;br /&gt;i can always say it later.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and WHY oh WHY&lt;br /&gt;did i put my name&lt;br /&gt;as AnnA bAnAnA?&lt;br /&gt;~inamorata lost herself~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107953190445039925?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107953190445039925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107953190445039925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107953190445039925' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107944289484343605</id><published>2004-03-16T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T21:18:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ladida... here i am, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;why? because i'm BORED, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;i constantly am.&lt;br /&gt;bah. okay so we had our stupid&lt;br /&gt;cpr course. and our tests.&lt;br /&gt;which were stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;i was breathing up the dummy's nose.&lt;br /&gt;and i probably choked xian wei&lt;br /&gt;while performing the heimlich maneuver.&lt;br /&gt;did i spell it right? &lt;br /&gt;who cares. bah. i passed anyway&lt;br /&gt;even though i did this really&lt;br /&gt;bad knotty elevated sling&lt;br /&gt;on xiannie and half-murdered her.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. what else to say?&lt;br /&gt;er... actually, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;except that charlotte and i &lt;br /&gt;are dead thanks to the &lt;br /&gt;stupid geog project where&lt;br /&gt;we hiked around the school.&lt;br /&gt;bah. i don't like 6L.&lt;br /&gt;they are a nice class.&lt;br /&gt;*yes, my wonderful logic*&lt;br /&gt;6k is a horrible stinky unresponsive&lt;br /&gt;class which does not want a gathering&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;firstly chris and damien seem to suddenly &lt;br /&gt;hate each other's guts&lt;br /&gt;secondly jit yao is a sexist&lt;br /&gt;thirdly the girls will ournumber the guys&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;WE DON'T HAVE A VENUE.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful class we have there.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention the BIGGEST? *literally*&lt;br /&gt;problem? zhou penghui.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. you didn't hear that from me.&lt;br /&gt;that's a problem most easily taken care of though.&lt;br /&gt;just don't invite him.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. what to do?&lt;br /&gt;EX-NANYANGITE RAFFLESIANS&lt;br /&gt;GO BACK TO NANYANG&lt;br /&gt;ON MONDAY OF E-LEARNING WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY? baha. announcements announcements.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;so er... bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;~to fulfill the promise &lt;br /&gt;you made that night long ago~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107944289484343605?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107944289484343605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107944289484343605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944289484343605' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107935941463447402</id><published>2004-03-15T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T22:06:50.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. my birthday partay &lt;br /&gt;was yeeeeesterdae.&lt;br /&gt;i feel too lazy to give the details&lt;br /&gt;but blah... i shall.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine so no one ate the food&lt;br /&gt;and a third of the people didn't turn up&lt;br /&gt;but we had lots of FUN.&lt;br /&gt;baha. we watched freaky friday.&lt;br /&gt;*really cool movie*&lt;br /&gt;QING YU, LINDSAY LOHAN&lt;br /&gt;IS TEN GAZILLION TIMES BETTER&lt;br /&gt;THAN FAT UGLY HILARY DUFF!&lt;br /&gt;baha. so i'm biased. so what?&lt;br /&gt;then we had this voting thingy.&lt;br /&gt;the results...&lt;br /&gt;miss lame: chin hwee (baha. who else)&lt;br /&gt;miss looney: oceana (even more duh.)&lt;br /&gt;miss zookeeper: olivia (i personally think this was a stupid category)&lt;br /&gt;miss mister: charlotte (go, shuai ge!)&lt;br /&gt;miss most likely to be a movie star: athena (you go, gal!)&lt;br /&gt;miss most likely to be a tai-tai: huirong (one of our titanic tai-tais)&lt;br /&gt;miss future president: hannah (our wonderful class chair)&lt;br /&gt;miss einstein: kellie (surprise, surprise.)&lt;br /&gt;miss friendly: rachel (chio bu!)&lt;br /&gt;miss big smile: natalie (blind us with that smile!)&lt;br /&gt;baha. we had other stupid games&lt;br /&gt;like charades and pin-the-tail-on-the-pig.&lt;br /&gt;baha. kellie was really zai at guessing&lt;br /&gt;and hannah was really zai at acting.&lt;br /&gt;ELDS GIRL! *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;wheesies. my cake was this&lt;br /&gt;sick block-like thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. my wonderful alamak&lt;br /&gt;ate my name. she demanded the&lt;br /&gt;"melissa" bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;baha. cute little thing.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the dance competition.&lt;br /&gt;steff danced the best but &lt;br /&gt;my sisters gave the prize to lisian&lt;br /&gt;cos she didn'even know the &lt;br /&gt;steps but she was a dear&lt;br /&gt;and took part. I LOVE YOU LISIAN.&lt;br /&gt;she's in the nygh english society!&lt;br /&gt;our elds counterparts! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;baha. the dance competition&lt;br /&gt;was quite badly organised anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the music rocked. yaysies.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;today we had this horrible &lt;br /&gt;cpr course. ewwww... we have&lt;br /&gt;to do practical on these&lt;br /&gt;smelly mannequins. yuck?&lt;br /&gt;baha. oh wells. look like i don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... funny p.i.t just called.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i've been nominated to be an sl.&lt;br /&gt;student leader? melissa? the very thought&lt;br /&gt;spooks me. oh well. i shall get ready&lt;br /&gt;to fail the interview. charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;hannah. chermaine. all previous prefects.&lt;br /&gt;me? resident wild child. bah.&lt;br /&gt;EVELYN I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU GAVE ME THIS HUMONGOUS&lt;br /&gt;GREEN MOGU BEAR!&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUCKLE! SO THOUGHTFUL OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I'LL GET YOU A LATE B'DAE PREZZIE KAY?&lt;br /&gt;yaysies. i love my sayang.&lt;br /&gt;she's CHIO and CUTE and SMART.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. *runs in the family*&lt;br /&gt;ego ego ego ego ego ego.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... YING XI!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE MANGA!&lt;br /&gt;TSUBASA ROCKS MY SOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;and it stars SAKURA AND LI!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST MANGA COUPLE EVER!&lt;br /&gt;*cheers madly, waving book around*&lt;br /&gt;AND IT HAS MAGIC KNIGHT RAYEARTH ELEMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT BETTER? weehee...&lt;br /&gt;ying xi and i are going to&lt;br /&gt;co-write a manga! we got the idea&lt;br /&gt;when ying xi was drawing&lt;br /&gt;this freaky rabbit-eared manga girl&lt;br /&gt;during that horrible boring cpr talk.&lt;br /&gt;wheesies. this is going to be FUN.&lt;br /&gt;she can draw. I WILL WRITE.&lt;br /&gt;passions. talents if you will.&lt;br /&gt;th13rteen rocks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm bored now.&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop being irritating &lt;br /&gt;and wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;~shimmering rainbows crumble&lt;br /&gt;sawdust in my hands~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107935941463447402?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107935941463447402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107935941463447402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107935941463447402' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107918547681942071</id><published>2004-03-13T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T21:47:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiya. &lt;br /&gt;now i also dunno what to post again.&lt;br /&gt;the thingy says me b'dae is 11 march.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO! IT'S THE TWELFTH.&lt;br /&gt;12TH12TH12TH12TH12TH!&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.&lt;br /&gt;lemme give you the dirty details&lt;br /&gt;on the swim carn.&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;first...&lt;br /&gt;I TIED MY HAIR IN TWO PONYTAILS&lt;br /&gt;WITH GREEN RIBBONS.&lt;br /&gt;PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT:&lt;br /&gt;I WILL ONLY DO THIS FOR BUCKLE&lt;br /&gt;AND ON NO OTHER OCCASION.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote "BUCKLE ROCKS!"&lt;br /&gt;in green ink down my arm.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. *oneth13rteen cheers*&lt;br /&gt;anyways... what do i REALLY&lt;br /&gt;wanna say? other than...&lt;br /&gt;BUCKLE ROCKS MY SOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;wheesies... it DOES. duh.&lt;br /&gt;teacher's race. we all expected mr adriel yap&lt;br /&gt;to like hit the water and sink.&lt;br /&gt;but no... he swam like a fish.&lt;br /&gt;*i guess fats ARE less dense than water*&lt;br /&gt;it was skinny mr connolly who &lt;br /&gt;slowed buckle down even though&lt;br /&gt;zeggy and natty and the other mad people&lt;br /&gt;were cheering for him like...&lt;br /&gt;"HAIRY! HAIRY! HAIRY!"&lt;br /&gt;bah. don't they know that&lt;br /&gt;hair results in more water resistance?&lt;br /&gt;mr kenneth tan and mr halsall&lt;br /&gt;were great though.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. buckle won the &lt;br /&gt;house cap/ teachers game&lt;br /&gt;"save the baby whales"&lt;br /&gt;we have wonderful house caps.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;amelia. amy. gayle. sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. buckle rocks.&lt;br /&gt;dunno the outcome though.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. had stinky piano theory exam today.&lt;br /&gt;had to skip math olympiad training&lt;br /&gt;and miss the gep food and fun fair.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i failed it too.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. I LOVE EVELYN.&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS SUPER NICE.&lt;br /&gt;wheesies. luv ya, eve-ie!&lt;br /&gt;baha. i shall stop now.&lt;br /&gt;~i'll haunt your dreams for years to come&lt;br /&gt;so kill me...&lt;br /&gt;kill me if you dare~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107918547681942071?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107918547681942071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107918547681942071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918547681942071' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107905053138214363</id><published>2004-03-12T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T08:18:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;okay i am blogging now during computer studies.&lt;br /&gt;naughty me.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to melly&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;okay so later is swim carn&lt;br /&gt;but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;i shall complain first.&lt;br /&gt;i sms-ed my tu di&lt;br /&gt;christopher and said &lt;br /&gt;"oi tu di, what do you have to say to me?"&lt;br /&gt;and he said,&lt;br /&gt;"what you talking?"&lt;br /&gt;when i shrieked&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY YOU IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;then he apologised&lt;br /&gt;and said happy birthday rather reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;my class is SO nice.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE wished me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;oneth13rteen I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i am insulted.&lt;br /&gt;kuang kai needed me to remind him&lt;br /&gt;that it was my birthday&lt;br /&gt;even though i was  practically&lt;br /&gt;screaming it all over msn.&lt;br /&gt;especially my nick.&lt;br /&gt;bah. tom and japheth&lt;br /&gt;wished me happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT a reminder. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;thomas seems to have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. ri must be short of guys.&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, my fellow nanyangites,&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN MARK LEE won&lt;br /&gt;mr sexy in the ri camp thingy.&lt;br /&gt;ewwww.... is all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;they must have forgotten to take&lt;br /&gt;height into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;wheesies. other class people&lt;br /&gt;wished me happy birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;qing yu... alyssa... claire...&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah. rachel is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;she is telling me to mention her.&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;she has really soft cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;like tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;but what am i crapping about anyway?&lt;br /&gt;baha. i love my class. &lt;br /&gt;i love buckle. &lt;br /&gt;*i'm wearing the nice green shirt*&lt;br /&gt;baha. yona is next to me&lt;br /&gt;reading mingmei's blog.&lt;br /&gt;wheesies. i will blog again&lt;br /&gt;tonight if i can. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;~my screams will echo in the hallways&lt;br /&gt;my cries will echo in your ears~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107905053138214363?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107905053138214363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107905053138214363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107905053138214363' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107901241407129770</id><published>2004-03-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:43:23.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala...&lt;br /&gt;i'm very the bored.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. public announcement.&lt;br /&gt;former nanyangite rafflesian girls&lt;br /&gt;GO BACK TO NANYANG ON E-LEARNING&lt;br /&gt;WEEK, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;(it's VERY fun to disturb madam ho)&lt;br /&gt;~killmeifyoudare~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107901241407129770?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107901241407129770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107901241407129770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901241407129770' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107901203350691261</id><published>2004-03-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:37:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheesies...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;okay... &lt;br /&gt;NO MORE TESTS!&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;baha. i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;during the math though.&lt;br /&gt;*pulls face* bah.&lt;br /&gt;the science prac... &lt;br /&gt;freeeeeeakay. bah. i was &lt;br /&gt;desperately trying to light the&lt;br /&gt;bunsen burner while&lt;br /&gt;maintaining a distance of two metres&lt;br /&gt;between it and me. &lt;br /&gt;i shrieked when i did it&lt;br /&gt;or course. lucky mingmei.&lt;br /&gt;dr slatter did it for her.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. ain't fair.&lt;br /&gt;i did well for my my other lit stuff&lt;br /&gt;and today's test JUST HAD &lt;br /&gt;to be killer.&lt;br /&gt;bah. oh my little daddy,&lt;br /&gt;alyssa, is baaaa-aaack.&lt;br /&gt;yeps. she broke her arm but&lt;br /&gt;she is back stronger than ever!&lt;br /&gt;wheesies. i don't really&lt;br /&gt;feel like saying anything else.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah... our p.e. gym routine...&lt;br /&gt;my group has athena and lintong and steff.&lt;br /&gt;dancers all. lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is learn&lt;br /&gt;to dance in a week.&lt;br /&gt;i have two right feet.&lt;br /&gt;wait... are they feet?&lt;br /&gt;anyways... the gep shirt&lt;br /&gt;is UGLY. but we got our&lt;br /&gt;wonderful green buckle shirt&lt;br /&gt;which is no doubt the prettiest&lt;br /&gt;house shirt ever.&lt;br /&gt;BUCKLE ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;baha. okays. &lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW'S MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be thiiiiiir-teeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;::who's the be the sacrifice::&lt;br /&gt;~release you from your sins~&lt;br /&gt;killmeifyoudare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107901203350691261?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107901203350691261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107901203350691261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901203350691261' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107892496904339875</id><published>2004-03-10T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:25:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiya.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;what to post?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;aiya. elds is really erm... fun&lt;br /&gt;but weird.&lt;br /&gt;acting as the retarded girl&lt;br /&gt;sure is hard.&lt;br /&gt;and mr connolly was pushing me around&lt;br /&gt;in a swivel chair.&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. people are probably going to laugh&lt;br /&gt;their heads off instead.&lt;br /&gt;bah. what else to say?&lt;br /&gt;dance is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;we're doing this modern jazz stuff&lt;br /&gt;that is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;only steff and cheryl and athena&lt;br /&gt;really got it though.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. and then charlotte&lt;br /&gt;and wenqi, resident class "guys"&lt;br /&gt;were really unenthu.&lt;br /&gt;"move your hips more, girls!"&lt;br /&gt;baha. funfunfun. i love dance.&lt;br /&gt;english compo test.&lt;br /&gt;i barely finished it. &lt;br /&gt;*makes face*&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. &lt;br /&gt;today at 3rd lang centre&lt;br /&gt;tami made the mistake &lt;br /&gt;about eating a lollipop &lt;br /&gt;in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;i have this thing about&lt;br /&gt;poking tami's cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of whether&lt;br /&gt;there's something there.&lt;br /&gt;baha. i love oceana!&lt;br /&gt;she gave me this really&lt;br /&gt;reallyreallyreally sweet &lt;br /&gt;stuffed bear holding this heart&lt;br /&gt;which says "friends forever!"&lt;br /&gt;love you, alamak!&lt;br /&gt;baha. what else to say?&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna miss germaaan.&lt;br /&gt;it's SO fun. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.... that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. music test. stinky miss khoo.&lt;br /&gt;"oh you got eight and you sat in front.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;oh rachel you got eight and you're at the back.&lt;br /&gt;must have been luck.&lt;br /&gt;you gep girls so arrogant."&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER MAN.what? she wants 31 people in one row?&lt;br /&gt;baha. oh wells. it's over.&lt;br /&gt;hope we don't need to see her no more.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for singing.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll have to see that&lt;br /&gt;scary choirmistress. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;bah. i finished "kill me if you dare".&lt;br /&gt;or did i mention that before?&lt;br /&gt;bah. i shall stop now.&lt;br /&gt;~killmeifyoudare~&lt;br /&gt;::toiletpaperstranglingme::&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107892496904339875?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107892496904339875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107892496904339875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892496904339875' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107875133410256175</id><published>2004-03-08T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:11:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;i just read mingmei's blog.&lt;br /&gt;she's SUPER nice.&lt;br /&gt;love you, mingmei.&lt;br /&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;what to say.&lt;br /&gt;today we had science.&lt;br /&gt;and mingmei and i were terrified&lt;br /&gt;of the bunsen burner.&lt;br /&gt;*it's scary, okay*&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... somehow&lt;br /&gt;i ended up holding the&lt;br /&gt;boiling tube over the flame&lt;br /&gt;and shrieking every time&lt;br /&gt;the bubbles started bubbling.&lt;br /&gt;athena was our hero(ine).&lt;br /&gt;she did it! *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;baha. nothing else much to say.&lt;br /&gt;angie... *the theft incident*&lt;br /&gt;don't worry bout the money kay?&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;we all do!&lt;br /&gt;baha.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make this short.&lt;br /&gt;i finished my song&lt;br /&gt;"kill me if you dare"&lt;br /&gt;short and sweet &lt;br /&gt;and dark and eerie.&lt;br /&gt;just the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;*take the dagger stain it red&lt;br /&gt;wet it with my blood*&lt;br /&gt;~killmeifyoudare~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107875133410256175?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107875133410256175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107875133410256175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875133410256175' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107857818135750418</id><published>2004-03-06T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T21:06:04.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fine.&lt;br /&gt;this. is. it.&lt;br /&gt;i have tried time and time again&lt;br /&gt;to download a bloody blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;it's the nice "everybody's fool" one.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i am a die-hard evanescence fan)&lt;br /&gt;but... guess what?&lt;br /&gt;IT. DOESN'T. WORK.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. oh, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;today was founder's day.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i was supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be the spirit. but &lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;(or have you noticed already)&lt;br /&gt;nothing special anyway.&lt;br /&gt;(cheers to the tangram girls though)&lt;br /&gt;so....yeah. &lt;br /&gt;this afternoon i had &lt;br /&gt;chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;idiotic victoria boy behind me&lt;br /&gt;doesn't call me raffles' girl&lt;br /&gt;any more thanks to&lt;br /&gt;serene of 1/7.&lt;br /&gt;he considered "raffles girl one"&lt;br /&gt;and "raffles girl two".&lt;br /&gt;(doesn't that just make you think&lt;br /&gt;of bananas in pyjamas?)&lt;br /&gt;but well... she told him my name.&lt;br /&gt;so now he calls me&lt;br /&gt;melissA. its like an "er"&lt;br /&gt;not an "ah".&lt;br /&gt;melissah. ewwww...&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it...&lt;br /&gt;melisser sounds worse.&lt;br /&gt;but well... *shrugs* that's&lt;br /&gt;the pronunciation i guess.&lt;br /&gt;bah. bah. bah.&lt;br /&gt;the raffles guy beside me&lt;br /&gt;doesn't want to reveal his name.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't talk much&lt;br /&gt;and when he does&lt;br /&gt;it's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;his voice is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;oh no. mingmei&lt;br /&gt;just told me that there's&lt;br /&gt;a history test next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like... "what test?"&lt;br /&gt;oh well... not like&lt;br /&gt;i study anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my juddy &lt;br /&gt;ci yu shou ce.&lt;br /&gt;baha. yes yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;my chinese stinks even more&lt;br /&gt;than my history does.&lt;br /&gt;that's rare.&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;related to chinese without it.&lt;br /&gt;i must go get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing else to say&lt;br /&gt;for the day, or do i?&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i guess&lt;br /&gt;i don't.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way,&lt;br /&gt;the blog clock is wrong and&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;~killmeifyoudare~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107857818135750418?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107857818135750418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107857818135750418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107857818135750418' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107849063640171581</id><published>2004-03-05T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T20:46:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY... I HAVE SUCEEDED IN LINKING!&lt;br /&gt;i've only linked the rosythians&lt;br /&gt;so far though.&lt;br /&gt;looks like nanyangites don't blog.&lt;br /&gt;WELL I DO!&lt;br /&gt;baha. yes, yes,&lt;br /&gt;i'm HIIIIIIIGH.&lt;br /&gt;i must learn to bring &lt;br /&gt;out my dark side more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107849063640171581?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107849063640171581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107849063640171581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849063640171581' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107848646929321569</id><published>2004-03-05T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T19:37:30.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay fine so i posted the same thing twice.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm new at thiiiiiiis!&lt;br /&gt;*breaks down*&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how to link&lt;br /&gt;or tag or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i hate all of you.&lt;br /&gt;~killmeifyoudare~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107848646929321569?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107848646929321569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107848646929321569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848646929321569' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107848620127277267</id><published>2004-03-05T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T19:33:02.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;tami has taught me &lt;br /&gt;how to link.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;my computer hates me.&lt;br /&gt;stinky it.&lt;br /&gt;horrible frau tan&lt;br /&gt;made me move over &lt;br /&gt;to the other side of the room&lt;br /&gt;cos she thinks i make too much noise&lt;br /&gt;with husena and rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;*pulls face*&lt;br /&gt;oh well at least now&lt;br /&gt;i sit with buckle people.&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUUCKLE!&lt;br /&gt;baha. oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;today during german we also learned&lt;br /&gt;how to say 'stupid cow'&lt;br /&gt;and 'bloody monkey'.&lt;br /&gt;pigs are good luck.&lt;br /&gt;YOU PIG!&lt;br /&gt;baha. anyway today&lt;br /&gt;oceana bought fries&lt;br /&gt;and everyone started grabbing&lt;br /&gt;for them, but she&lt;br /&gt;GAVE THEM TO MEEEEEE....&lt;br /&gt;i love my grandson.&lt;br /&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;i love my german class.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK SWIM CARN&lt;br /&gt;IS MY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T WANT TO SKIP&lt;br /&gt;GEEEEEEEEERMAN.&lt;br /&gt;*wails* i guess&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to pontang&lt;br /&gt;or something.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;~starshine~&lt;br /&gt;::killmeifyoudare::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107848620127277267?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107848620127277267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107848620127277267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848620127277267' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107848613991160340</id><published>2004-03-05T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T19:32:01.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;tami has taught me &lt;br /&gt;how to link.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;my computer hates me.&lt;br /&gt;stinky it.&lt;br /&gt;horrible frau tan&lt;br /&gt;made me move over &lt;br /&gt;to the other side of the room&lt;br /&gt;cos she thinks i make too much noise&lt;br /&gt;with husena and rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;*pulls face*&lt;br /&gt;oh well at least now&lt;br /&gt;i sit with buckle people.&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUUCKLE!&lt;br /&gt;baha. oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;today during german we also learned&lt;br /&gt;how to say 'stupid cow'&lt;br /&gt;and 'bloody monkey'.&lt;br /&gt;pigs are good luck.&lt;br /&gt;YOU PIG!&lt;br /&gt;baha. anyway today&lt;br /&gt;oceana bought fries&lt;br /&gt;and everyone started grabbing&lt;br /&gt;for them, but she&lt;br /&gt;GAVE THEM TO MEEEEEE....&lt;br /&gt;i love my grandson.&lt;br /&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;i love my german class.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK SWIM CARN&lt;br /&gt;IS MY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T WANT TO SKIP&lt;br /&gt;GEEEEEEEEERMAN.&lt;br /&gt;*wails* i guess&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to pontang&lt;br /&gt;or something.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574744-107848613991160340?l=mooncrossed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107848613991160340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6574744/posts/default/107848613991160340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mooncrossed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848613991160340' title=''/><author><name>Melly the Great, the Wonderful, and Oh-So-Modest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6574744.post-107844697776632210</id><published>2004-03-05T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T08:39:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo to anyone who is unfortunate enough to be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;i am MelissA. from rgs, oneth13rteen. *class cheers*&lt;br /&gt;this is my second attempt at creating a blog.&lt;br /&gt;*the first one lasted two entries*&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i need more patience.&lt;br /&gt;and i need more computer knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;what else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;i'm a normal girl.&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;br /&gt;i love&lt;br /&gt;and i am nothing to the world.&lt;br /&gt;~i'm but a girl in love.~&lt;br /&gt;inamorata. do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;kill me if you dare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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