<?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-7007420</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:21:07.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imabitch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stacey</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>415</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116480587628940226</id><published>2006-11-29T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:14:39.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLOSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116480587628940226?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116480587628940226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116480587628940226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116480587628940226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116480587628940226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/closed.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116478532515502850</id><published>2006-11-29T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:34:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LJ LJ LJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ask the links from me. Bye blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow just made me laugh like a mad idiot. She claims she sprained her neck, and she thinks it's due to the spin and the fall she had yesterday while ice skating. Now, that silly can't turn her neck to the right cos it hurts! Omgosh! Hahaha, ok yes I shouldnt be laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the undecisive me has finally decided on looking for a job! If all goes well, I should be working with Ms Tng and her Mr Moo! : D I'd gladly be looking forward to that then! In the midst of earning some bucks, I'll also be spending more time with Van! So I guess, it's all goood then : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be playing bball tonight. Somehow, symptoms of ball withdrawals. I couldn't wake up in time for training today again, oops. Sudden urge of exercising has gotten me, yp, sam and a few others down to bowling later. I'm so gonna be a major clown at the alley later. For now, I'm gonna post some pics taken the last few days. The rest will be up later in an album, which I suppose, would make things much more easier. (please click on pics to enlarge, thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/1600/49422/IMGP0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/320/848961/IMGP0353.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/1600/227124/IMGP0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/320/464230/IMGP0396.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/1600/500335/IMGP0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/320/925462/IMGP0412.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/1600/759736/IMGP0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/320/977100/IMGP0354.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/1600/940689/IMGP0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3123/168/320/686032/IMGP0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116478532515502850?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116478532515502850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116478532515502850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116478532515502850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116478532515502850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/lj-lj-lj-ask-links-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116473002717605193</id><published>2006-11-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:07:07.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHELLLLL!!!! : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly had a wonderful day together with you, Guan, Deb, Mary, Chow, Grace and Carrie! I hope you had one too! From the surprise early in the morning, to new york pizza, to ice skating at Fuji Ice Palace, to the Arcade, and to Vivo! I love you I love you I love you, it's been a joy knowing you, my fellow red carrrr! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late again, Deb had to call me a million times, before she finally left me a msg that made me laugh like mad; "GET OFF YOUR BED IF YOUR STILL ON IT, WE CAN'T BE ANY LATER!" Hahhahha! So I finally woke up, got ready and made my way down to Khatib, where I saw Sweettalk and the Pastry shop! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/DSC00334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/DSC00334.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Guan, Deb, Mary and Chow and headed over to Rach's block where we waited for Carrie. Went up, rang her bell, cake with candles lighted, Rachel opened and tada! Happy Birthday!  : D After that, made Rach get ready while Chow and I went over to Carrie's to wait for her to get ready as well. Took a train down all teh way to Jurong, where we ended up Ice skating and playing in the Arcade. The Arcade was having some promotion whereby you $20 into the card and you'll get another $20 free. So that means you get to play $40 worth of games! Woohoo! Played basketball and the stupid games with Rach, and I tell you thank goodness we werent wearing any IJ basketball shirt, it would have been an embarrassment! Carrie ended up throwing balls which ended up hitting faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Skating was fun. Initially, Chow couldnt skate so she was holding onto me when we happily did a spin, with her ending up with a wet bum! Haha! Had a birthday request for Rach, and the next moment, we realised there were foams when the birthday song was played. While taking photos, Rach and I ended up with wet bums as well! Hahahhhah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm super tired to updateee! Tmr perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116473002717605193?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116473002717605193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116473002717605193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116473002717605193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116473002717605193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-rachelllll-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116464002145691764</id><published>2006-11-27T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:07:01.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's freaking boring! I happily woke up at twelve plus today despite Guan, Chow and my mom waking me up at 7 and 9 respectively. So yes, I ended up not going for training in the end! Rwars, I need to start bballingggg! Feels like years since I last touched or even played ball!  ):  And there's hell alot of people to meet and catch up with, Ms Tng and Mr Moo!, Ms Bowler Ng whom I havent seen for at least a month now! WOW, she just called, ok bye I'll update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116464002145691764?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116464002145691764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116464002145691764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116464002145691764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116464002145691764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-freaking-boring-i-happily-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116452652228889395</id><published>2006-11-26T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:35:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid Audition refuses to work  ):&lt;br /&gt;I happily forgot my p/w or user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to embark on a new game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02JAM!  : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116452652228889395?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116452652228889395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116452652228889395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116452652228889395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116452652228889395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-audition-refuses-to-work-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116451527343225483</id><published>2006-11-26T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:07:52.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grad. It was good seeing everyone dressed up so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;What made it better was the good company in the room with the basketballers! : D Rachel, Guan, Chow, Mary, Deb, Davina, Jo etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Chow and I visited Jiazhi's room at 2 in the morning, and we played blind mice with them! Hahhha, it was funny watching Jiazhi and Rachel blindfolded, trying to find for the rest, in their gowns! It was so fun, I even took a video of Rach! She was so near me, I thought she was gonna find me! I was standing near the curtains, so she felt the curtains and then later, my shawl! I was with Eun. My gosh, thank goodness Shalom, JiaZhi, Chow and Sam bluffed her it was the curtains! Hahha, so she walked away. Haha, it was so fun! So we went back to the bballers room, woke Mary, Deb and Guan up, and we all ended up playing til bout 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be up soon, after I've compiled everything together.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll update more about grad soon, not really in a mood now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116451527343225483?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116451527343225483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116451527343225483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116451527343225483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116451527343225483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/grad.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116433995018837774</id><published>2006-11-24T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:53:20.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ms Seet Pei Yee is coming tonight, and she's hell excited, even more excited than me la! Hahhaha, ok ok, I miss you tooooo py! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout, its freaking 10 in the morning, and I'm online. I woke up at like 8.20! Guan and I were practically calling and calling Chow nonstop to wake her up! Silly had the keys to the balls, and the team was alr in school waiting for the balls for training! Haha. Couldn't sleep after, so woke up to pack grads stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, school in the morning, where the bus brought us all to the exam centre to collect back our art work! In the midst of carrying them and loading them onto the bus and back to school, I found Ms Jayne Yong's work stacked together with our batch's! Both her final work and her 8 prep boards! Smsed her immediately cos I remember her frantically looking for it the beginning of this year, gosh she was so excited she wanted to come straight to school to collect! But the art studio was locked, and we can only collect it next year after results I think. So I'll be collecting it with her next year, hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall upload pics of my coursework for the yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="694" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00275.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="783" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00276.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 8 hours plus to draw, shade and blend the colours with different tones of brown, red as well as black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="662" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00277.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally completed, but it was not complete. I still had to stick it onto a foam backing, cut the shape out, stick it onto a big black board and decorate the black board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="730" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00287.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="763" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00286.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another model, this took one whole day. With different shades of pencils, mostly 5B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="802" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00288.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new model, this was a mixture of colour pencils as well as pencil shadings. This took me one whole morning, from like 7 all the way to about 1 in the afternoon. It takes me this long for one because it's not easy when it comes to the blending of colours and I want to make sure it comes out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another model, but didnt really take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="339" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00289.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 prep boards, didnt manage to get a closeup. I will do it once I get it back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="577" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00242.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm gonna get B3, Stace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhhahha, alright good for you Nat!&lt;br /&gt;Nat's piece is the one on the paper btw.&lt;br /&gt;She's like comparing it with someone else's work, I wonder who!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I really feel like giving you two, two tight slaps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I shant waste my effort and time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks idiot for listening : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116433995018837774?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116433995018837774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116433995018837774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116433995018837774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116433995018837774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ms-seet-pei-yee-is-coming-tonight-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116411914416437741</id><published>2006-11-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:32:34.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I walked around town with a sweater today&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts, my body is aching,&lt;br /&gt;I feel feverish, My head still hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible, I puked, and I still&lt;br /&gt;feel like puking. I feel terrible,&lt;br /&gt;I feel cold, This sucks, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;sick! O's are over, grad night is coming&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sick! JOY TO THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panadols, please do me some wonders! I'm&lt;br /&gt;counting on you, and thanks Chow Rach Mel&lt;br /&gt;and all for yr concern, I really hope I'd be able&lt;br /&gt;to join the basketballers tmr for Kbox, and&lt;br /&gt;training ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving cert today, wow I had good comments!&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got a shawl, I finally got my dress,&lt;br /&gt;now its down to my brown contacts,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking tired and I feel like&lt;br /&gt;shit, I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye blogger, and hello LJ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116411914416437741?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116411914416437741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116411914416437741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116411914416437741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116411914416437741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-walked-around-town-with-sweater.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116403876039163806</id><published>2006-11-21T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:17:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOTS, I finally got down to LJ! : D&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I really can't help but admit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I do miss you B. I know nothing I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will ever change the way things are now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mess I've created, I regret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad I do get to see you occasionally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;once in a while, at least I know, your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doing well, your doing good. I wish upon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a star, and pray for a miracle this xmas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could things change for the better? Could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we start talking again? I really hope so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116403876039163806?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116403876039163806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116403876039163806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116403876039163806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116403876039163806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/woots-i-finally-got-down-to-lj-d-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116399759287336857</id><published>2006-11-20T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:39:52.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Livejournal, can really be quite taxing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get it done, somehow  : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yan Peng is taking a thousand years to makeup, get ready etc. I've been waiting for at least an hour plus now. She was supposed to be here at 11.30! And it's already 12.30, WOW! Going shopping with that ass! Haha, and YES O'S ARE OVER, finally! But somehow, still in a studying mood. It feels so weird now, when I'm no longer hooked to those books. Haha, I think I'm just weird. Ms Yan Peng, hurry will you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go figure a way to Livejournal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116399759287336857?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116399759287336857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116399759287336857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116399759287336857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116399759287336857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/livejournal-can-really-be-quite-taxing.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116395410007824011</id><published>2006-11-20T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:35:00.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only reason why it could hurt so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would be cause you've always been the closest to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ironically, the ones you love always tend to hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the most as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, forget it! Think happy thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;Crystal's back from Aussie, and I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;I sat in front of her for mass for one whole hour,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing that she was behind me all the while!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhha, but it was great seeing her!  : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally caught things up with Ms Claire Chua,&lt;br /&gt;aiyo I miss that babe la, she's so pretty noww  : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how bout, I'm hell excited! I'm less than 12 hours away from FREEDOOMMM!  : D  O levels are gonna be finally officially over at 9am for me!  : D Can't wait, can't wait! Woohoooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116395410007824011?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116395410007824011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116395410007824011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116395410007824011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116395410007824011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/only-reason-why-it-could-hurt-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116386734892613285</id><published>2006-11-19T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:29:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a day spent with the Basketballers again - Rachel, Guan, Chow, Davina, Sammie etc. They met as early as 11.30 and since I wanted a longer sleep, I decided to meet them later  : D Haha. And yey! We found Davina a nice purple gown! So it's only left with Rachel and I, and I have to admit that we're both very fussy idiots! Met the parents again after, for more shopping. Bought an informal dress for casual wear. My first purple outfit, bought it since it looked not that bad, and mom said it looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I've been having weird dreams lately, mostly about prom. Hahahhha, I must be really too excited for prom alr, goodness! Was looking at vcds and dvds at HMV earlier with Rach and the rest, and omgosh &lt;strong&gt;OC&lt;/strong&gt;  : D $70 for season one, $70 for season two. OMGOSH, santa oh santa please! Haha, but nah, I can resist la! Can't wait to start my movie marathon next Tuesday! Haha, or rather, Monday  : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, how bout I'm too lazy to blog any longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;High School Musical &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vanessa Anne Hudgens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now I know you're not a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And wishes on a star just don't come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cause now even I can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That I confused my feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;With the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because I liked the view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When there was me and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That I could be so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's like you were floating while I was falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I didn't mind Because I liked the view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I thought you felt it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116386734892613285?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116386734892613285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116386734892613285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116386734892613285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116386734892613285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-was-day-spent-with-basketballers.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116377877669806624</id><published>2006-11-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:58:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO FREAKING TIREDD! Been've out since 10 in the morning. It was school for A/Cs paper 1, Vivocity with Rachel, Chow, Grace and Guan. And town with the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gowns after gowns, after gowns! I'm dead beatttt!&lt;br /&gt;It was the first visit to Vivo for both Rachel and myself! Haha, what idiots! Vivo's HUGE, and we were practically stepping into most of the shops! Lunch at Carl's, it's been ages since I last had it! ToyRus, where Grace was making me laugh like some mad idiot. How bout, she took the cute Winnie the Pooh's Flip Out Sofa, placed it on the floor and started lying on it! (In front of everyone at ToyRus) Hahahahha. Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/DSC00312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/DSC00312.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/DSC00312.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/DSC00312.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring like anything to walk around the huge Vivo! Went round looking for a red gown for Grace, as well as clothes and accesories. Was so tired, we decided to sit at Starbucks for awhile til it was time to meet my parents at town for more shopping. Finally bought the refiller for my Za, spent hell alot of money at Robinsons, dinner and all, before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, met hell alot of people today as well. Pauline, Prema, my sister, cousin, Nat, Sarah, Dhini etc at Vivo, and Mrs Khoo, Kim, Joycelin, Sher etc at town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm seriously tired, I should get going. I can barely even stare into this screen anymore, super duper tireddd, I need to sleeeeppp!! : D Shopping again tmr, omgosh! Most prob gonna grab that green zara dresss! Alright NIGHT! And I'm left with one last paperrr, how exciting! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116377877669806624?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116377877669806624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116377877669806624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116377877669806624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116377877669806624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-freaking-tiredd-beenve-out.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116360677581466431</id><published>2006-11-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:23:33.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/SEXY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/SEXY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/SEXY.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/SEXY.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/SEXY.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH SEXYYY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love you so freaking muchhh : D&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you had a spendid birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O's are almost over! Just left with A/Cs paper 1 (MCQ) and Science MCQ. So, I just came home from shopping with mom at town. Managed to find some really nice gowns, and one particular green one from Zara, which I have reserved. Til I've found a nicer and better one, I'll still be hooked to that Green gown : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been've practicing and brushing up on my accounts the past few days with Bona. He came over to study, and tested me on certain chapters. The exact same question he tested me on came out for O's today la, I was trying so hard to recall the answer he gave me! Haha, other than that, it was fine. Except for a particular question 5, which seemed rather weird :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually panicking before the exam, cos I basically didnt cover disposal A/Cs so was praying really hard that it wouldn't come out. Thanks to the presence of the BASKETBALLERS that calmed me down : D Thanks sexy, Mary, Chow and all for the hug! And Mrs Siau was right, she spotted correctly! Disposal really didn't come out! Phewww! : D Hahahahhha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm really love the basketballers hell alot! Rachel, Fishball, Sexy, Mary, Chow, Grace, Ms Tan, Chui, Sandra.. just all of them la! : D Heard from Chow, Grace is planning an outing for us on Wednesday to Kbox! Omgosh, looking forward to that! Its been a thousand years since we all last hung out and had some funn. A couple of days back, read Guan's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss Basketballers, more than words.&lt;br /&gt;I miss JiaoLian.&lt;br /&gt;I miss training.&lt;br /&gt;I miss exhausting myself to the limit that when I get home, all I want to do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being smelly.&lt;br /&gt;I miss balling on our drowned-in-the-rain court.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going out to town in our smelly jerseys etc after training.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the muscle aches that can last for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched a ball for really long&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do agree with you Guan. I miss Jiaolian too! I've got Chow to ask her out for Kbox toooo! : D hehe. OK, not fair! Rachel's O's are ending like tmr, and the few of us still have another 5 days to go. &lt;em&gt;But it's alright, it's ok!&lt;/em&gt; (OMGOSH, I'm becoming a bimbo! Got this from Bring It On! Hahaha, Goodness I've been watching too much movies lately!)HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get gg, really tired! But before I go, here are replies to a few tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chow&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahha! You miss me! I miss you more la! And yes THE CHRISTMAS TREEE! omgosh, one yr has passed so quickly! We'll take photos with it on grad night! Christmas Lightings are up! So I would suppose, a Christmas tree too? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; FISHBALL! You're so poor thing la, everyone's like bullying you! Ahahahah! But I still love you ok! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE YOUUU TOOOOO : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, dont know why I felt like leaving you a note tooo! I misss youuuu la! Earlier when I was shopping with mom for a gown, reminded me of how you followed me to look for a xmas gown last yr! Haha! Can't wait for this dumb o's to end, and I'll catch things up with you : D For now, you take care alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bona&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Take good care of my precious guitar ok! And yes your welcomeee! :D And study first, before you start playing with it pleaseee! Bear with it, O's are about to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STOP REPEATING MYSELF! O'S ARE ACTUALLY GONNNA END! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116360677581466431?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116360677581466431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116360677581466431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116360677581466431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116360677581466431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-sweet-16th-sexyyyi-love-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116317270020722735</id><published>2006-11-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:31:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was walking to school with Jamie today, and we noticed the Christmas decorations. I can't believe Christmas's just a month away, and I'm still in the midst of my O levels. As you can tell, I haven't been online for quite some time. Have been busy studying, practicing and slogging my ass off for this exam. Really can't wait to get it over and done with, do well and its goodbye to secondary school life. Just another 3 papers, 2 subjects and 10 more days to go, and it'll all be completely OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to: (after the following Friday)&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping for gowns with Mom&lt;br /&gt;- Dying my hair&lt;br /&gt;- A hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;- Collect my leaving cert&lt;br /&gt;- Grad Night&lt;br /&gt;- No more studying and memorising&lt;br /&gt;- Slacking&lt;br /&gt;- Omg, MS TAN'S ARRIVAL!  : D&lt;br /&gt;- Explanade with the bballers&lt;br /&gt;- More basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list will go and on. I better focus on my last three papers, and tada! I'm doneee! I officially think the exams have caused Jamie and I to be a little insane! Throughout the whole exam period, we have turned into high school musical idiots. Can you imagine! That ass even sings the songs during the exam! Hahahhha, oh my goodness. And I started thinking and singing "bob bob bob, bob to the top..." in the midst of my exams today! Ohmygosh. Hahahahha, Jamie! You influenced me! I was singing so loudly, I decided to stop in case Mavis, who was seated in front of me and Connie, at the back of me, kicks me or something!  : D  Haha. Ok, stress stress stresss, the o level stresss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha alright my head's spinning, time to catch some sleeep! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116317270020722735?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116317270020722735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116317270020722735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116317270020722735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116317270020722735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-walking-to-school-with-jamie.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116180124404774496</id><published>2006-10-26T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:05:22.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to be a little smart and use wikipedia to research for art.&lt;br /&gt;It sure does wonders, I tell you! : D&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stay up to complete&lt;br /&gt;art, til its time for school (Since I'm&lt;br /&gt;not that sleepy either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually didnt feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super lazy, and my only intention was to look for pictures (art) but since its idiot's birthday, here goes: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 17TH IDIOTTT! : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/SHAYNA8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/SHAYNA8.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you had an awesome bday!&lt;br /&gt;Cause, you deserve one : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause when your blessed with that one good friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the world's a brighter place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116180124404774496?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116180124404774496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116180124404774496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116180124404774496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116180124404774496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-decided-to-be-little-smart-and-use.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116093181533791038</id><published>2006-10-15T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:07:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOnkUjW41NM" width="250" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMDublh6BgU" width="250" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CURRENT FAVOURITE MOVIEEE! : D&lt;br /&gt;It freaking rocks my smelly socks!&lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron's cute and Vanessa Anne Hudgens' hot!&lt;br /&gt;They look super goood togetherr! WHEEE! : D&lt;br /&gt;I swear after O's, I'm gonna get hooked on the&lt;br /&gt;tv all day watching the movie over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AFTER THIS, ITS SERIOUSLY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just really excited to blog cos I finally played with candles and sparkles, and carried lanterns! : D I can't recall when was the last time I did that, but if I'm not wrong, it should have been many years back - primary school days. I'm most probably gonna sound like I'm deprived of childhood or something, but it sure is fun playing with these once in a whilee : D Now, don't we all agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity that Nat and Lyds couldn't make it! But even with all the last minute changes and back-outs, things turned out more or less the way we wanted it! Though it would have been more fun if more were present, but nevertheless, I had fun! I'm sure the rest did! : D Playground, swings, tic tac toe, never ending sparkles, candles, TELETUBBIES lanterns, plus great company, how much more could I have asked for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admist all the fun, I've to get back to reality! O's are coming, and I really dont have much time left, so I seriously won't be online anymore til 20th Nov. I can resist! And I willl! : D And, I don't know whats wrong with me, but I've been thinking about so many people since last night, as early as 4 plus 5 in the morning - I couldnt get to sleep. Some people I thought of, won't mention all: Thought of people like Rachel, Guan, Deb, Mary, Ms Tan, Mr Tan etc. I miss them like hell, I miss playing bball and having trainings with them. Used to be seeing them every Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays for trainings, but now, everyones busy or away somewhere. Ms Tan's supposed to be back on the 26th of Nov, but it's been delayed til December ): And she's how freaking sweet! She remembers our Esplanade date, so when she's back, she's gonna drive us all to the esplanade to hang out til late again! : D Thats definitely something worth waiting for then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for lanterns, candles, sparkles etc, do hop onto Mel's blog for more pictures. I think I've been online long enough. Had to research on art, plus settle some stuff so I should get going! Bye, I'm off to study! And I'm finally turning up for lessons tmr : D For that, I think I deserve a pat on my back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to admit, Guan and rachel made my day this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guan:&lt;/strong&gt; STACE I JUST WOKE UP AND GUESS WHAT? I DREAMT OF YOU! HAHA! (: .... do take much care ok, esp with the stupid haze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel: &lt;/strong&gt;omgoshh stacey i miss you tooo! and all the fun we haddd! study hard yeah! its the last stretch already! all the way : D I LOVE YOUUU! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I LOVE THEM TO BITS! : D&lt;br /&gt;Even though Rachel went for hypeup autograph session and hugged Paul w/o me! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/candles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/candles1.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A momento of a wondeful treasured friendship : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really mean, WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you liked the gift, as much&lt;br /&gt;I liked preparing it for you! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, my weird friend and her logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; -pours coke on grass- WAHLAO the grass should be honoured la, which grass gets coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ok, 20th November.&lt;br /&gt;For now, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116093181533791038?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116093181533791038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116093181533791038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116093181533791038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116093181533791038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/10/edited.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116057170342427048</id><published>2006-10-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:16:28.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLLLLYYYYYY! Paper one art O level coursework's handed in! All 8 boards of prep works, and final models! : D BUT BUT, thats just part of it. As much as we're done and over with paper one, we were so nicely given questions paper for paper two today! ): Compared to the ques last yr (the ones that I helped partner, idiot and all with) I have to admit that this yr's topic is rather difficult! I'm definitely gonna have a hard time trying to choose a topic to work on ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm also very happy because O level coursework handed in = more time for studies! : D As sooon as I officially handed in coursework, signed all the papers, wrapped all the final boards, I took my bag and left for the tp library where Rachel, Jamie, Cheryl, Grace and all were studying. Joined them til it was time to go back to help this sister of mine for her art exam tmr. See how much my life evolves around art, but ironically, I dont wish to do anything related to art after secondary. Fact is I did think of Lasaelle, Nafa, or even some designing course. But somehow, what could I do in the future? Art teacher? Haha, and looking at my dear cousin in lasaelle, how much she's struggling to meet deadlines through sleepless nights. I've been through this before for my own art as well, and basically, it's stressful, tiring and draining. But, I believe if the passion's there for it, I'd be able to do it! Well we'll see bout that after O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, really time to start studying. I've missed three days of lessons due to art. Art girls have been turning up for school - art studio and not lessons. This is badddd! Haha, alright! I'm so happy! Things I would like to do:&lt;br /&gt;- Carry lanterns, and play with candles&lt;br /&gt;- Watch stars&lt;br /&gt;- Study study study! : D (I feel like a nerddd! but somehow studyings fun!)&lt;br /&gt;- Practice maths maths maths!&lt;br /&gt;- Smile more often&lt;br /&gt;- Spend more time with my family (they rock my smelly socks la!)&lt;br /&gt;- Design my grad night gown QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;- Buy cloths for the gown&lt;br /&gt;- Start turning up for lessons&lt;br /&gt;- And omg, get rid of the com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O's are next week - science practical! I better go study now, or else I'll end up drawing some 3D shit for bio practical again (I did that for prelims, HOW EMBARRASSING!) Hahahhha! Ok, this is so stressful, but hang on in there guys! It's gonna end soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116057170342427048?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116057170342427048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116057170342427048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116057170342427048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116057170342427048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/10/finalllllyyyyyy-paper-one-art-o-level.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-116023771820689401</id><published>2006-10-07T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:38:51.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The haze is getting from bad to worse. Prior to that, I'm down with a bad flu. PSI went up to as high as 150 earlier. This flu has been going on for days, argh! In addition to the flu, I've been stucked in school almost every single day til late evening due to art - O level submission is on Monday, 9/10. Back home, where I'll continue with art til late at night, and wake up early in the morning for school! It's a no wonder why I'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure it will pay off when I get back those results in Feb. Prelims were not that bad afterall! However, there is still room for improvement. Ive started working doubly hard already! It gets really tiring at times, but it's through that process where I learn to become more persevering. I swear I've never ever wanted to study so hard in my life! School has officially ended for us, and it's definitely not a holiday break, but a studying break! I've hell lots to catch up and work on, so I'll most probably turn into some nerd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've brushed aside most of my leisure time, spending more time on preparations for O's! I'm sure its the same with many of us, everyday's schedule is packed to the max. Oh boy, but it's just bout another two months and everything would be over, we can all play again! : D So bear with it guys and study harddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And idiot, if your reading this. Nat Mel and I are keen on a lantern carrying date! So please let us know when you'll be free next week, preferably a weekday in the evening. For a while would do, at least for us to de-stresss! Haha! Ok, so I'll be back til after O's. 22nd Novemberrrrrr!!! In the meantime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Oct: Happy Birthday Sharlene! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Oct: Happy Birthday Jaz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Oct: Happy Birthday twin sisters!&lt;br /&gt;9 Oct: Happy Birthday Sheila!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, I finally talked to Bona after such a long time, he called last night! It was great catching up, you study hard for O levels too! Most prob work together during first few months after O's! See you in church! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sharlene as well! I miss youuu! Remember we'll pull through O's and A's together, then we'll meet up and catch things up! Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaz! Sorry I couldnt make it today dear! But I really hoped you enjoyed yr birthday! I miss you Jeannine and Claire! We have to make a date to sentosa soon ah! Haha! After my stinking o's. Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE BE HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;COS I AM! : D&lt;br /&gt;(shut up chow!)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-116023771820689401?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/116023771820689401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=116023771820689401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116023771820689401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/116023771820689401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-is-getting-from-bad-to-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115929488959835272</id><published>2006-09-27T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T02:24:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi O levels are in one months time, and I cannot&lt;br /&gt;stress how impt this one month is gonna be for me.&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be coming online unless necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level art submission is coming, and I'm rushing&lt;br /&gt;through designs for my models. O's is stressful,&lt;br /&gt;but we're all gonna pull through. Guys forget bout&lt;br /&gt;the prelims, work towards O's! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and until O's. You can ignore the rest of this post&lt;br /&gt;but since I was taggged. I'm lazy to erase everything so&lt;br /&gt;I typed mine beside. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. i hate veg (ok yes I hate veg too!)&lt;br /&gt;2. i whine damn alot at night (No I dont whine alot at night)&lt;br /&gt;3. i love green! (Yes I loveee Greeeennn too!)&lt;br /&gt;4. followed by purple my new colour (: (Eyyerrr no I dont like purple!)&lt;br /&gt;5. i really really really want a driving license (I doubt I'll get one, I'll most prob fail)&lt;br /&gt;6. i love to go overseas (WITHOUT PARENTS*) - (Iwant to go too!)&lt;br /&gt;7. i usually cannot be bothered with alot of things (Same, which is bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7 THINGS THAT SCARE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cockroaches (Haha, eyerrr!)&lt;br /&gt;2. lizards!! (Yuck yuck yuck!)&lt;br /&gt;3. losing loved ones (Yes, totally ): )&lt;br /&gt;4. when stupid mandy love to appear frm no where and give me a friggin shock (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;5. hg finds out that she's hg (Ok redundant!)&lt;br /&gt;6. when hg decides to not be friends with me (Redundant yet again)&lt;br /&gt;7. watching dumb gruesome scary movies alone (Weird noises when I'm aloneee grrr brrr!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 RANDOM THOUGHTS AT THE MOMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. getting excited for sch tmr (excited? yes I'm sure INTENSIVE's fun!)&lt;br /&gt;2. when will hg be coming online (When g is not h anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;3. how is the people over at taipei open doing (Prelims suck I wanna go Taipei too)&lt;br /&gt;4. abt how some people can be so irritating (I miss bball!)&lt;br /&gt;5. how my new blog skin will look like (It's freaking niceee!)&lt;br /&gt;6. going for holiday at the end of the year! (YA MAN please!)&lt;br /&gt;7. how screwed my bowling is (How screwedd my results are! ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 THINGS I SAY THE MOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. ohmygod (OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;2. whatthehell (WTH!)&lt;br /&gt;3. wtf (What on earth!)&lt;br /&gt;4. hg (PAULLLLLL :D)&lt;br /&gt;5. haha (I dont say haha! I laugh)&lt;br /&gt;6. eh (Beeee Ceee Deee...)&lt;br /&gt;7. stupid (Precisely! My gosh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7 PEOPLE TO DO THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;2. Fishball&lt;br /&gt;3. Chow&lt;br /&gt;4. Mel&lt;br /&gt;5. Mavis&lt;br /&gt;6. Pinky&lt;br /&gt;7. Errr whoever who would like to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. during the hols my avg sleeping time was 4am (GOSH)&lt;br /&gt;2. im addicted to auditionsea (Please, I'm still at level 2!)&lt;br /&gt;3. i love school nowadays (Sure!)&lt;br /&gt;4. i have a cute smelly babybolster (yeh and I dont have ): )&lt;br /&gt;5. i find *e**i* cute (PAULLLL :D)&lt;br /&gt;6. i pms damn badly (Really? Ok. I do too la, its a girl thing!)&lt;br /&gt;7. my room's in a mess and im not doing anything abt it (AIYO wait til after my o's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BYE! Study hard for O's.&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating alr.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115929488959835272?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115929488959835272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115929488959835272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115929488959835272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115929488959835272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-o-levels-are-in-one-months-time-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115925768053770521</id><published>2006-09-26T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:01:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAY SAY SAY YAFFOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Ok not in the best of moods, esp when I did not&lt;br /&gt;achieve expected results. But on a brighter note,&lt;br /&gt;I saw PAUL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idol last night was fabulous! We had two extra tickets which were put to waste and seated beside me were Jon idiots - Jamie, Lyds, Bern, Mavis, Cheryl, Connie and Vanessa. I was the only idiot screaming and supporting for Hady! I mean, I went in supporting both Hady and Jon. But I preferred Hady, cos he has a better vocal and I've noticed it since I first watch him sing on the Piano Shows. And I was right, HE WON! And no, he didnt sing embers and envelopes! But still, he won! (HAHA, personal joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the night was awesome! Seated at the vip seats with the few of them as mentioned earlier. Vip seats were all good. Seated near us were Jamie Yeo and Glenn Ong as well as some minister and a few news reporters. How cool! So you could imagine how close we were to the stage! I had hell of a night, everytime Paul came out to perform or whenever Hady's fans were asked to cheer, I'll be using the two long thing, banging them together to create really loud noises! I was screaming and screaming and screaming until I almost lost my voice! Artistes' like Tanya Chua, Taufik, Electrico, Energy and Rahima Rahim performed as well! Boy, you should have seeen Cheryl's face when it was time for Energy to perform! Haha. And while people at home were having commercial breaks, we were being entertained by two comical deeejays! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of the show, Nat pig Long msged me: STACE VOTE NUMBER TWOOO! Haha! God knows where she was seating, but after the show when I met her outside the stadium, we ran hugged and screamed like maddd cos Hady won! Hahahhha. Nat and I were so silly last night I swearrr! Oh yes I took hell lot of pics toooo I will definitely upload them soon. I shall end off with PAULLLLLL! omg.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/DSC00191.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115925768053770521?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115925768053770521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115925768053770521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115925768053770521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115925768053770521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/say-say-say-yaffoooo-ok-not-in-best-of.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115911868936445620</id><published>2006-09-25T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:29:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find me something out there, that's making sense&lt;br /&gt;And it's just another trend carefully hidden in your dress&lt;br /&gt;And the cycles neverending, and the fashions overdone&lt;br /&gt;And the further that I run away, the further I'll come back to shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, old friend&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll call it fate, I'll call it karma&lt;br /&gt;We had our time, it was fun&lt;br /&gt;While it lasted I'll look back,&lt;br /&gt;with honor, and no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I won't be mad, won't feel bad&lt;br /&gt;These memories will never leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad cause&lt;br /&gt;life goes on, life goes on&lt;br /&gt;It's getting too late&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You taught my heart&lt;br /&gt;A sense I never knew I had&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the times that&lt;br /&gt;I was lost and depressed&lt;br /&gt;from the awful truth&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;You're my heroine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115911868936445620?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115911868936445620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115911868936445620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115911868936445620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115911868936445620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/find-me-something-out-there-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115882985753434223</id><published>2006-09-21T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:14:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I often ponder over the nature of true human sincerity, true transparency. It is a rare and difficult thing and how much it depends on the person who is listening to us! There are those who pull down the barriers and make the way smooth; there are those who force the doors and enter our territory like invaders, there are those who barricade us in, shut us in upon ourselves, dig ditches and throw up walls around us, there are those who set us out of tune and listen only to our false notes, there are those for whom we always remain as strangers, speaking an unknown tongue. And when it is our turn to listen, which of these are we exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everything kicking in at this point in time, I've beeen thinking about so much lately. There's just so many things I can do with answers, yet I'm unable to for this. Within a period of months, I've lost amazing friends, only to find some really good ones before me who can actually bring out the best in me. I was reminicing - My life, filled with friendships that I lose and friendships that I keep, so much that I've learnt to be grateful for the many things and people around me. Only regret would be that I have learnt it the hard way. From which, I've realised life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to be happening next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every experience has always been a challenge in my life, with a hidden meaning behind it. Every thought that bubbles up in my mind could teach me things bout myself and make me learn and improve on it. I wouldn't admit to being a perfect friend, but I have tried my best to be there for all my friends and I've tried my best to reach out to them. I've tried my best to make them smile, and I've tried my best to listen to all their problems with the intent of understanding and cheering them up. I've always been there to listen - with the intent of understanding, for the message and the message behind the message, for both content and feelings, for others' interests and not just their position, for what they are saying and not saying, with empathy and acceptance, for the areas where they are afraid and hurt, and as I would like to be listened to. As much as I've tried, I'm unable to please all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its disappointing that when I look back on my life, plagued with many wrong choices and decisions that could have caused many resentments and regrets. But then again, one shouldn't keep looking back at the past. That I know, but it's way easier said than done. Time and time again, I have to keep reminding myself to put it aside and move on with life but nature seems to be working in me and it's hard to have them erased. I feeel so lost, to the point that I often fill my mind with questions such why do I keep trying so hard? When utimately I know I'm gonna be on the failing end? Whats the point of having a handful number of people, things etc when they don't really make much of a difference to my life? Whats the point of doing your best when you know you might not even succeed eventually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've come to this point in my life where I'm beginning to lose hope and faith in myself and all the things I do. It's the same routine everyday, - wake up, school, exam, stress, friends, worries, troubles and sadly I'm getting so sick of it already! There's so much and I can bearly cope putting on the strong, cheerful front and smiles that I usually have whenever anyone sees me. Simply cos behind that mask, its just a plain and simple girl, still in search for her identity, still unsure of what she wants out of her life, still overwhelmed by the hurts she has faced with throughout this period of her life. I think I've lost sight of focus in my life, and have let all these emotions take its control over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always consoled myself by constantly reminding myself that it would be alright as long as I've tried my best. I've always told myself to be strong and everything will be alright! Be strong, everything will be alright? I wish I could do that. But for now, screw alright! Screw strong! Screw bearing with it and that everything would be alright soon! Just screw it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care too much, and at the end of it I ask myself is it all worth it? Will they remember you? Would they even be thankful for all that you've done? A question asked by Mandy a few days ago really strucked me hard, and got me thinking through it til this very day. It struck and hurt me how much I've been taking the things around me for granted. I always tend to forget to put people's feelings into consideration, so much that it simply evolves around me. Yes, they'll always be there when your happy, they'll be there to laugh, smile and play with you. They promise to be there when your down or sad or lonely but when that time comes, are they really there? How many times have they really been there then? It's been like this contant cycle. I take in words from one ear and put them out another ear - "I'll be here Stace" "Cheer up Stace" It's noone but me! Life to me now, is not as beautiful or pretty as how I used to see it and people are just fakes put in to make it all look happy. And then again I ask myself is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this emo shit is getting over me, yet again. It's the night I swear! On a brighter note, I finally took a day off school and caught up on my sleep. Fuck the damn O's I want it to end so badly, yet on the other hand I dont want it to come just yet. The irony. Argh, I'm off to sleep.  Last retreat in IJ tmr. Some pictures to brighten up this emo entry ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2101748176"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2101748176&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only you would just stay as strong as you look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115882985753434223?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115882985753434223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115882985753434223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115882985753434223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115882985753434223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-often-ponder-over-nature-of-true.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115856436253920827</id><published>2006-09-18T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:25:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where have you been&lt;br /&gt;Ive been waiting so long to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that we said we would do&lt;br /&gt;Remains to be plans of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are so different now, and we're so distant. And the only reason why it could hurt so much would be cos I really treasured and loved you so damn much! How we used to go wild and crazy on photographs, play dumb games, have late night talks, listen to each other, shop like mad etc. But now, I guess everything is just falling apart, it's hard to even talk to you now. But I'll keep strong, with arms wide open I'll still be here whenever you need me. For now, I'll wash my hands off this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the damn prelims to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just feel so stupid. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk when I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115856436253920827?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115856436253920827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115856436253920827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115856436253920827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115856436253920827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-have-you-been-ive-been-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115851201463449698</id><published>2006-09-18T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:57:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEY! After much procrastination, the undecisive me has finally gotten down to choosing a finalized theme for ART : ) I must must must must do it well, it's been one of my all time favs eversince I started attending lessons for it at the age of 5! : ) Haha, but back then my art pieces were all of my family, houses etc. - exactly what a small kid would usually draw with the crayons and colour pencils which seeemed so WOW then. Haha, I miss being a child :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, church today was gooood! The twins and I woke up and made our way down to church for the Carnival, which was pretty much alright. Just that half the time, we were basically in the pool room watching the guys and Bel play pool. I was nowhere compared to them. Haha my stupid cue ball kept jumping I swear it hates me =( Clearing up was super fun, Tim was trying to wet us all with the stupid water hose while trying to clean up the dunking machine. Haha. After which, headed down to J8 with the twins for some shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, got ready and back to church again for Novena with the both of them! This time, managed to catch Ally, Nikki and Hetts! Ally's back from Aussie and it was good seeing her all again. Overall, I'm glad I went back to church. Caught people like Jamie, Pauline, Prema, Dave, Time, Bona, Debbie, Sammie, the gals and guys from C, Val, Tim, Matt all except our very own Ms Claire Chua! HELLO WOMAN WHERE WERE YOU I MISS YOU LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm lazy to update anymore, I'm off for more art. In the midst of today, Camwhore with the twins! =) I'm happy, they're happy, we're all happy! Haha. I'll upload the pics another day, its way too many. And before I forget CHOW is going for obs tmr, and I'm afraid I wont be there to see her off tmr cos I've no schoool! Hehe. So take care yupp! And I'll see you when you're back and teach you yr accounts (disposal a/c) yes! OMG, I'm supposed to msg you idiot's obs shirt size I better do so now I totally forgot shit. Alright, I'll end off with a pic Ally and I took today, night all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/DSC00113.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115851201463449698?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115851201463449698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115851201463449698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115851201463449698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115851201463449698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/yey-after-much-procrastination.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115842707131346492</id><published>2006-09-17T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:07:50.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ought to slap myself, I still can't get decided with&lt;br /&gt;the theme I would like to choose for art. = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, prelims are almost over with the exception&lt;br /&gt;of Art and Chinese Paper 2. = ) Well everything has been&lt;br /&gt;going well except for Sciences. Time to buck them up!&lt;br /&gt;And well, I've been a PIG the whole exam period. Practically&lt;br /&gt;sleeping the whole afternoon away, and staying up at night to&lt;br /&gt;study. Prior to that, I'm totally drained and tired now I can't&lt;br /&gt;wait to catch up on all the sleeps I've missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've finally got my fingers down to aud sea and I officially suck&lt;br /&gt;at it. Haha, but who gives two shit as long it keeps me entertained&lt;br /&gt;when I'm bored and stressed. Not to mention, Sab plays aud sea too&lt;br /&gt;and we're both just as lousy. So yey! I love playing it with sabbb! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at idiot's last night. At 3 in the freaking morning,&lt;br /&gt;some moron wanted to order mcwings! In the end, I decided to be nice&lt;br /&gt;and offer my&lt;em&gt; superb &lt;/em&gt;culinary skills by cooking her maggie noodles. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Superb meaning standing aorund, stirring the noodles violently, and adding&lt;br /&gt;hell alot of pepper! Hahaha. There were times, I was so tired I almost fell&lt;br /&gt;asleep staring into the screen of the laptop. But the videos of so many many&lt;br /&gt;many good bowlers around the world kept me awake. It was interesting to&lt;br /&gt;watch and learn, felt like a bowling theory lesson though. Haha. Besides that,&lt;br /&gt;we were being asses, disturbing poor Mandy's sleeep. As a result, getting&lt;br /&gt;punched in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally and lastly, I finally went back to church, with the intention of going for the Novena. It's been a really long time since I last stepped into svdp. Prior to that, I've certainly missed out on alot of stuffs and have missed so many people like CL youth, Claire, Debbie, Stelli, Julie, Bona, Dave, Mary, Fel, Sammie Prema, Jamie, Rachel, Gerri, Hetts, Nikki, AlvinT, GabeQ and Confirmants04 etc. I happily turned up at 7.30 (Novena starts at 8 during weekdays) when it started at 6.30 (6.30 on Sat, 6.00 on Sundays) I was so happy and excited upon arriving, I messaged Bona: "I'm finally in church! Omg, why is it so crowded! And why is everyone like lining up for communion alr?" He still could reply: "Woman now what time! it started at like 6.30! Haha, but the pig finally got her ass to church!" It's alright, I'll make it on time for tmr's Novena! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a carnival in church tmr, and I'm certainly looking forward to it. I miss volunteering and spending my time in church with CL! Can't wait to be back after O's. Feast day is in a few days time, and yey! I'm going for the dinner. Gonna be seating with Nikki, Hetts and Shaunna who is most prob gonna make me have hell lot of fun that night! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end off with pictures then, NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; WIDTH: 311px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid; HEIGHT: 224px" height="235" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/caroling%20006.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; WIDTH: 311px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid; HEIGHT: 207px" height="254" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/400/carol%20056.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; WIDTH: 311px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid; HEIGHT: 214px" height="96" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/400/P101.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 3px solid; WIDTH: 311px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 3px solid; HEIGHT: 233px" height="219" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/400/P1068.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ook what I've found Confirmants O4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/f4d582b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/f4d582b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115842707131346492?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115842707131346492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115842707131346492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115842707131346492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115842707131346492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-ought-to-slap-myself-i-still-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115789289072360798</id><published>2006-09-10T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:04:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't be online anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;It's back to prelims again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes: &lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday Bea, Sab and Belle! : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/?action=view&amp;current=gatheringwithsabb022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="352" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/gatheringwithsabb022.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/?action=view&amp;current=DRAMAnight020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 160px" height="312" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DRAMAnight020.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, &lt;strong&gt;AUD SEA IS AWAITING MY UNCOORDINATED FINGERS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, I'm off. Will only be back after prelims. Study hard guys!  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115789289072360798?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789289072360798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115789289072360798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115789289072360798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115789289072360798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wont-be-online-anytime-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115783428962786990</id><published>2006-09-10T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T05:01:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IDIOT AND MANDY ARE PYSCHO!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm in the midst of my studying break&lt;br /&gt;which I so nicely decided to spend with them : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stace let me draw him out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/?action=view&amp;current=CRAZYASS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="417" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/CRAZYASS.jpg" width="506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me draw you out Stace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/?action=view&amp;current=crazyass1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="405" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/crazyass1.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm off to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115783428962786990?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115783428962786990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115783428962786990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115783428962786990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115783428962786990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/idiot-and-mandy-are-pyscho-haha-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115746029459277914</id><published>2006-09-05T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:50:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Something about you caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Something moved me deep inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nowI don't know what you did but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you had it and I've been hooked ever since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Christina Aguilera - Save Me From Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't communication always best? Yey, things are finally settled! : ) I think I've grown a little through the process. I'm proud of it, so is idiot! Haha. She was shocked I made sense ok! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm kinda trying to get use to this new tv dad got, its broad, its flat, and the sound produced from it is different compared to the older one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I finally had the chance to see a bowling ball get drilled! Dad brought my sisters and I after lunch to watch his get drilled. The process was so exciting and cool please! Reminded me of sec one and two dnt lessons, I miss sawing, drilling etc. At the end of it, you'll just be happy and sastisfied with the final outcome. Ok, but idiot just had to confuse me with finger inserts, thumb pluck, sand it down etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she made it easier to understand later, with the help of the thousand and one bowling balls at her place. Haha, I learnt new things ok. Idiot, let me tell you what I've learnt. I've learnt, right handed the dot will on the right side, left handed the dot will be on the left side. And its to determine erm, how much it can hook or spin or roll or something right! Haha! See I've been listening! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey yey yey! Next I'll bowl and make sure three quarters of my attempt wont end up in the drain :( Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Kunna's lesson this morning. Only four people turned up, she was rather disappointed. C'mon guys, she's trying her very best alr. Turn up for lessons! Ultimately, its still up to us all, its gonna be our results anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok random post la. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;Mandy's entertaining me.  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115746029459277914?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115746029459277914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115746029459277914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115746029459277914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115746029459277914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/something-about-you-caught-my-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115713910042773259</id><published>2006-09-02T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T03:34:53.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"46 : 19 we did it, IJ! yey yey yey!!!! yipee yipee yipee!!!! im so DAMN HAPPY today!! its been such a long time since i felt that way :D (*smiley face) im being such an idiot i cant be bothered with myself i think im mad im gunna get 6 distinctions for my o's for 6 subjects then shayna will reward me with 6 dollars and im gunna buy 6 ice creams with that 6 dollars and give them to 6 of my goodfriends :D (*smiley face)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, a post Shayna did for me, on the day we had a match against Yuying. Shes over with Mel now, we just read it and burst out laughing like mad la! Hahaha. Since Mel left me with the blogging for her, I shall do the honour. Alright, firstly. &lt;strong&gt;SHAYNA AND I DID A GOOD DEED TODAY! : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which really brought me thinking. Why must couples these days resort to fighting? Why can't they just sit down properly and talk things out? Of what good would it be, seriously. Both parties just end up hurt eventually. And overall, communication would always be the best. But its sad, however, that many don't see it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple fight which led to so much of tension and drama mama. Nat, Mel, Shayna and I didnt want to get involve initially, but it got from bad to worse. We were at the usual playground we always hang out at, and there, a couple fight broke out. Shayna was an idiot "Wah free show". Eventually, Nat, Shayna and I turned around to watch them. The China-assent lady was screaming and yelling, refusing to get up. The guy tried to talk to her, but the moment he threw and slammed the slippers on her, dragged her along the road, Shayna and I decided to call the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shant go into many details, its not anything nice. But the later process of it got worse, we called the cops a total of 3 times. In the midst of waiting for the cops, Shayna: "Lets listen to some music" -plays paris hilton's song "Should we call the cops again? Ok, after this song" OMG. Hahaha, idiot. "Oh shit she's running." Only when she was running towards us &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;, only then we realised how major and big it was already. Shayna ran after her. People came out from their houses to see what the big commotion was all about. Called the cops again, this time to tell them where the lady was since she kept running. Ok cops finally arrived after how long please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, too lazy to type already la. Just merely wanted to help Mel blog, see how nice I am la. Haha, ok Nat's at Izza's. Shayna and Mel are over, we should be sleeping soon! Haha NIGHT. For pics go to Mel's blog. But since, this is such a long entry shall end off with a few to brighten off this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="1216" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00054.jpg" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok loook at that Idiot. "Stace, I iron. Eh I ironed at indo ok!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 179px" height="1051" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00056.jpg" width="1182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm really tired of blogging alr. NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115713910042773259?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115713910042773259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115713910042773259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115713910042773259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115713910042773259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/09/46-19-we-did-it-ij-yey-yey-yey-yipee.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115701579940761689</id><published>2006-08-31T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:21:27.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Yp : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Mavis, Lydia and I turned up at Happy Daze with a cake and some lighted candles which formed the letters "Y P" Haha, gave her a plesant surprise with the help of her bf of course! Haha, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="174" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled1.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="197" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled6.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled7.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="1034" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00033.jpg" width="1160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="202" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled10.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="201" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled16.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="331" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled15.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="312" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled19.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="217" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled22.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Yp told her bf when she saw us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yp:&lt;/strong&gt; Baby, why you never tell me! (whacks him) Tell me I could have worn something nicer!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, thats yp for you. Btw, the pink and black top she wore later was a gift from all of us, hoped you liked it : ) Haha, Happy Birthday once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today's Teachers Day. Although it was not a compulsory day for the sec fours, I still went anyways. So many people came back, and I finally saw Jasper please. Was super happy : ) Jasper, Pinky, Evan and Vanessa Lee came back dressed in IJ school uniform. How cool was that! I miss those days in IJ with them. And coincidentally, todays Teachers Day Theme was &lt;strong&gt;Living The Good Old Days&lt;/strong&gt;. Some teachers dressed up super retro, some other teachers came in their old school uniform. Mr Tang, Mr Jiow and Mr Armstrong turned up in SJI uniforms, Mrs Seng and some chinese teacher turned up in Cedar Uniform. Ms Lau, Ms Hwang, Ms Ratulangi, Ms Chow etc, turned up in IJ school uniforms. Oh man it was really funny! In the end, Ms Nic Teo was crowned MS RETRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="1118" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC000391.jpg" width="1367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 198px" height="1060" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00038.jpg" width="1131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="1060" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00034.jpg" width="1229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="1437" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/EVAN.jpg" width="713" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to the primary school site with them.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, primary school kids are ever so lovely and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt manage to talk to any of the primary school teachers&lt;br /&gt;except for Mrs Toh and Mrs Drysdale. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="1084" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00041.jpg" width="1303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="1081" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00040.jpg" width="1175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, met Amanda, Lynette, Bird and my lovely cousin Drea.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda made me laugh til I cried ok, she's such a retard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda:&lt;/strong&gt; (whacks me) I'm very strong now ok! I'm in hockey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stace:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG (laughs like mad) I thought you wanted to tell me that you're strong cos you're in rugby! WTH hockey! Hahaha. "I'm very strong now cos I'm in hockey!" Hahaha! (Lynette, Bird, Drea starts laughing, and I got whacked by Amanda again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="1023" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00048.jpg" width="1304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 195px" height="1064" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/DSC00045.jpg" width="1259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115701579940761689?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115701579940761689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115701579940761689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115701579940761689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115701579940761689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-yp-last-night-mavis.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115682613364721172</id><published>2006-08-29T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:34:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye bye social life, the prelims are here. Yesterday was Maths Paper 1 as well as SS. It's always good to strategise, whatever I studied for SS came out : ) But omg I had no idea what the picture was all about. It's alright. However, Maths Paper 1 was tough compared to 03, 04 and 05's paper. Even Mrs Kunna thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Elective Geog. Strategised as well, it was more or less alright. Just that my hand was hurting like mad after the paper. There was so much to write. From the beginning to the end, I was like writting like mad, and rushing for time. I SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON THE MAP. Stupid me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Practical is tomorrow. Aiming for distinctions as usual, Mr Tang said that w/o a distinction for prac, we can forget bout B3 and above for sciences. I'll be learning how to draw all the fruits and whatever later. I should head for the bed first, super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, whenever I was at tuition, I'd make it a point to make a trip next door to visit Belle at her workplace. I'm so glad Althea's working with her now, at least she has company. PRESTY, study hard for geog, and practice hard for maths, you'll be able to do it! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm finally all the nonsense. Looking back at it, I was seriously just being stupid and dumb. OMG, idiot! I finally know what you meant, you must have really wanted to slap me tight on the face to wake me up then. I'm finally up, I finally sorted out my feelings, and now, it just disgusts me when I seee... hm, I shant say it here. Idiot you know what I mean! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok speaking bout Idiot. IDIOT. IDIOT IDIOT. Its been a long time since I last talked to you or even saw you (I think) Shit la, feel so distant already. Hope your alright? Haha, your most prob enjoying yr holidays! I miss you la, time to catch up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I also met Evan, Nora, and Pinky. People I've yet to hear from, BEA, Lizzy, Jasper, etc. I miss all of you, and I really mean it. And to you, I hope we could talk things out soon, I really miss you. And I really have so many things to tell you shakeit. Please hear me out, if you read this. Things have changed and different alr, I admit I was in the wrong. Oh well. I really hope we could meet soon. It's been 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Tng's been so sweet, reminding me to study hard. Offering her help now that her hols are here, she's most prob helping me with physics. I miss that one as well, a very good friend I've been treasuring since primary school : ) Thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reminding myself that this is my LAST paper I'm taking set by IJ, before the real O's. I've also been reminding myself of first three months at CJ, in order to push myself to work harder for the prelims. And I'd have to admit, it's actually helping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, study hard everyone!&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN ALL PULL THROUGH THIS TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether its the O levels, N levels or A levels or for some, even PSLE or normal examinations. Hahaha, ok. I'll be off. It won't be anytime soon, that I'll be blogging. Shall end off with pictures then. Nat pig long, we shall play bball tmr instead ok. : ) Study hard ah Nat, acjc!, my pro GS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="531" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/IMGP0851.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, thanks for being there during exams!&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN DO IT : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="534" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/IMGP0823.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="1337" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/P1010049.jpg" width="643" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JINGLE! I hope your owner's doing well : ) I miss you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="978" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/P1010047.jpg" width="1167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115682613364721172?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115682613364721172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115682613364721172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115682613364721172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115682613364721172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/bye-bye-social-life-prelims-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115617571636805530</id><published>2006-08-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:55:16.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todays oral was good!  : )  I love senior citizens, mhmm!  :D&lt;br /&gt;Something close to my heart, something I could relate to.&lt;br /&gt;What is your fav exercise? Surely, BASKETBALL!&lt;br /&gt;Brought in the team as well. Man, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few cried over the rude examiners we had.&lt;br /&gt;However, they were friendly to me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I was the last person to take the oral.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for so long, it got boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first stepped into the examination room. Yey, aircon! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiners:&lt;/strong&gt;  Do you know Mavis?  (Mavis was before me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiners:&lt;/strong&gt; She forgot to take her IC back, could you kindly return this back to her please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  Sure, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, Mavis is always so careless! Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up babe, and smile. I'm here! We'll pull through&lt;br /&gt;this prelims together, I promise. We can both do it! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, why am I forever so clumpsy!&lt;br /&gt;A big painful and deep cut, oh boy. ROARS.&lt;br /&gt;Its so nice to lie and watch stars, agree nat?&lt;br /&gt;But nat pig long fell asleep in the process. ):&lt;br /&gt;S P O I L E R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115617571636805530?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115617571636805530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115617571636805530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115617571636805530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115617571636805530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/todays-oral-was-good-i-love-senior.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115599891456754134</id><published>2006-08-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:48:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deleted the entry before this, I'm much better.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot made me smile   : ) , if your reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot, really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm gg over to Mel's now.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy allowed, will be staying over tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Most prob doing work and we'll be gg for sec four&lt;br /&gt;mass together tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115599891456754134?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115599891456754134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115599891456754134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115599891456754134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115599891456754134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-deleted-entry-before-this-im-much.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115596649870284990</id><published>2006-08-19T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:50:47.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="276" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/f376e54e.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched helplessly&lt;br /&gt;As you turn around to leave&lt;br /&gt;And still I have the pain to carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A past so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;you're beautiful, its true.&lt;br /&gt;But too much time and distance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm falling for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that smile you put back onto my face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115596649870284990?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115596649870284990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115596649870284990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115596649870284990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115596649870284990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-watched-helplessly-as-you-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115583346075648351</id><published>2006-08-18T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:52:46.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receieved my art results back. Utterly disappointed, but I expected it. ): Not enough gathering, and developing only technical qualities were commendable. Ended up with a high B3, which means I'd have to work very hard on paper 2 in order to push it up to an A. Thanks to the imcompleted and not-so-nice final design :( Nvm, shall work hard for paper 2, and hopefully get an A for the prelims as well as the O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, filing all my worksheets (sec three and four) together in seperate subject files, which I'd be using, to revise for my prelims and O's. It's always good to be organised. It's filed nicely with dividers, only thing is that, one file is packed to max with all the notes and worksheets from teachers. I dont even feel like flipping it open, just looking at it. However, its so neat. I'm happy! : ) Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English O Level Orals are next Monday. Been've preparing for it fairly well, somehow I'm actually looking forward to it. A component I'm strongest in, I'd say. And it is important to me, cos I'd need it to pull my grades up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught things up with idiot. It was goood! Mhmmmm! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Chinese O Level Results were released last week. Finally passed my chinese for the first time in secondary school life. Teachers were happy, I was kinda happy but expected a little more of myself, at least one or two grades better. Mom wants me to try again, so therefore, I'd be retaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon, Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115583346075648351?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115583346075648351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115583346075648351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115583346075648351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115583346075648351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/few-updates-receieved-my-art-results.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115556071575782922</id><published>2006-08-14T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:55:18.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY, after two sleepless nights (Sat/Sun)&lt;br /&gt;I managed to submit my art on the required deadline.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead tired now, I can barely keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 detailed prep boards, and 2 not really nice final designs :(&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I'm rather glad. At least I can start preparing for&lt;br /&gt;my other subjects! Thats a relief for a while, before we get qns&lt;br /&gt;papers for art prelims paper 2. GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures, I thought it'd be nice to put them up.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, 4/9 did National Day Mass together with my class.&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of preparation and Mrs Low, it was eventually a success : )&lt;br /&gt;Was freaking out like mad before mass, but glad I read it welll!  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="333" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/ed97162f.jpg" width="421" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="262" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/ed97154c.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to type and blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, time to catch up on the two nights of sleep I had missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115556071575782922?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115556071575782922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115556071575782922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115556071575782922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115556071575782922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-after-two-sleepless-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115536527320323968</id><published>2006-08-12T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T15:40:22.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sense the urgency, I sense the stress, I'm far from what I want to achieve, yet on the other hand, time is passing way too quickly for me to catch up with. I'm afraid of not being able to handle. I'm close to tears whenever reminded of it. STUDY HARD guys! A few more weeks to go! Don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel, Chow, Sheila:&lt;/strong&gt; Please check yr emails. I forwarded an email from Ms Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always end off with pictures, cos they speak a thousand words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 428px" height="729" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/MSTANN.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ms Tan for the photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115536527320323968?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115536527320323968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115536527320323968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115536527320323968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115536527320323968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-sense-urgency-i-sense-stress-im-far.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115487284883780688</id><published>2006-08-06T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:17:50.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STACEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of you last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was so scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you beat me up and said that you cant be friends with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to die okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you said you beat one of your friends up before and drove her to suicide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is far too weak to run for you this long. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who the hell is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ahashas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is far too weak to run for you this long. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is far too weak to run for you this long. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you are hilarious hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;IT WASNT FUNNY LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- JOGA BONITO posterchild for self-destruction says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried when i w0ke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG CHUI! YOU ARE MAD.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, IDIOT msged me from indo!  : ) YEY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115487284883780688?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115487284883780688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115487284883780688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115487284883780688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115487284883780688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/joga-bonito-posterchild-for-self.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115478416094788701</id><published>2006-08-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:46:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In spite of all plans to meet at 10.30, I was still late to send IDIOT off ): Was running like some mad idiot at the airport, cos I received a msg from Mandy: "She's going in NOW!" Kept asking Mandy to waste time and all (yes, it was meant to be a surprise!) Haha, Man tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, when I was about two gates away from gate ten (the gate IDIOT was departing from), she msged me "Sorry sorry couldn't wait for you'll" Omg I almost screamed. Ran, saw Mandy, and her parents. Haha, I love her mom she's super cute! Only managed to catch IDIOT through the glass panel, I almost cried while waving. Blah. I hate the airport, goodbyes are hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I stood there for a while longer, realising we forgot all bout her gift! ): And Nat is another one, called her a zillion million times, yet she still overslept! Haha. Oh wells, Lyds came later. Three of us headed down to Starbucks to study. Studied all the way til 6 before we left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of today, &lt;strong&gt;camwhore with Mel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 349px" height="519" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/airport.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="602" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/IMGP0238.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! More photos will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IDIOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm so sad we didnt manange to send you off ): Nvm, we'll see how maybe I'll go on the 16th when yr back. Haha. MUST DO WELL DO WELL DO WELL OKAY! I know you will. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115478416094788701?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115478416094788701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115478416094788701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115478416094788701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115478416094788701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-spite-of-all-plans-to-meet-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115470747821370818</id><published>2006-08-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:09:08.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="925" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/bulldog.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="659" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/bulldog2.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots leaving for Indonesia tmr ): Freaking eleven days oh my goodness! I think by the time she's back I'd have ripped all my hair off due to stress with the upcoming prelims and deadline for submission of art! Blah. But whatever it is, IDIOT! DO WELL FOR ASIAN CHAMPS! I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT! : ) I'm waiting to hear the good news again. Must msg/call me and all when you're there ah! Haha, take care and have a good trip! LOVEE : ) omg eleven days of boredom :[ I will miss you la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115470747821370818?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115470747821370818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115470747821370818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115470747821370818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115470747821370818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/08/idiots-leaving-for-indonesia-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115419098202504150</id><published>2006-07-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:54:10.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another visit to St Theresa's home. It certainly did bring back alot of memories of Confirmation Yr 2004. How we used to go there, for mass at the chapel, perform for the residents etc. However, todays visit was rather different. Somehow, I came out of the home feeling something different compared to the other trips. It was rare that I was actually thinking and reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting both Aunty Bertha from the primary school and Mr Tan, our coach, I finally realise how we ALL tend to take our lives for granted. I think this would apply to most of us, especially the youths these days. I've never seen him this close to tears before. He constantly kept repeating himself, telling us to study hard and treasure what we have now. It was barely a few months back, I saw him standing straight and tall, walking up and down on court. Just within the short period of time, he lost so much of weight, he became so skinny and he could only move around with the help of a wheelchair. Its true. Issues like these can be very unpredictable, you will never know what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Aunty Bertha, if you'll can remember, from the IJ Primary. She was the aunty we always ran to whenever we needed an extra set of school uniform, PE attire, belt etc, whatever the reason could be. Be it whether you lost your uniform, or whether you dirtied it. The room she was in was stationed below the school hall stairs. She stays so strong and close to God even with both her legs lost. It's seldom we see such strong women in the society that we're living in now. Most of which are too busy, either with their careers or their love lives, to even bother bout God. However Aunty Bertha really taught and displayed such great love for God. No matter what, she made sure she set out 4pm for the rosary, the divine mercy etc. Some of us today, dont even speak to God for the least, one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them taught me so much today, and made me treasure my life so much more. It is true, we never know what will happen next, life is very unpredictable. For example I may go out with person A today, have so much fun etc. And then the next day, I find out she passed away. Like I've mentioned before, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT! I'm sure both Aunty Bertha and Mr Tan never hoped, or rather never imagined this, but still it took place. Instead of dwelling on it, they display such strong preserverance. For Aunty Bertha is her strong love and faith for God. As for Mr Tan, I'm sure he's learning to treasure everything he has now. WE ALL SHOULD. We should all treasure the things, the people, be it family friends etc. WE SHOULD TREASURE EVERYTHING AROUND US. Cos we never know when it will leave us. Even wealth and fame for example, it might leave you. So its best we dont take things for granted. Money, wealth, fame, material things etc, all these ARE NOT IMPT. Rather, the people around us. Our families, our friends, everyone, treasure them now for you never know when they will leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your legs that help you run and walk, skip or jog, You hands that help you dribble a ball, write some words etc, your eyes that help you to see, your ears that help you to hear etc. Cherish all of them now. Ever imagine what it was like to lose one of them. Do not take it for granted. I therefore would like to applaud the blind, the deaf, the sick, the dying, the lame etc. I really look up to all of you'll. No matter what happens, life still goes on, you'll dont give up and you'll perservere to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I learn to be like you. And perservere to the end towards my O levels this yr. May I learn to be like you, to appreciate all the things and everyone around me. May I like be like you, happy with the smallest, yet simplest things. There's just so much to be learnt. Thank you very much for the lesson you all have taught me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115419098202504150?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115419098202504150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115419098202504150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115419098202504150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115419098202504150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-visit-to-st-theresas-home.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115401204061332745</id><published>2006-07-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:19:12.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG Shayna and Mandy Ng are two biggest retards!&lt;br /&gt;I'm like left on the phone, listening to all their nonsense right now!&lt;br /&gt;AND MANDY! YOU STILL HAVE MY RUBBER BANDDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr marks the last training out of the whole five yrs in IJ. ):&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, I dont want to go. I suppose tonights gonna be a sleepness&lt;br /&gt;night. I want to do it well, I hope they'll like it tmr! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayna says I'm famous for posting retarded photos.&lt;br /&gt;Here, this photo is damn funny! THREE RETARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="966" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/Cedarmatch79.jpg" width="1011" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115401204061332745?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115401204061332745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115401204061332745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115401204061332745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115401204061332745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-shayna-and-mandy-ng-are-two.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115393048363117271</id><published>2006-07-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:14:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only cos it means so much, I want to do it well.&lt;br /&gt;I love the basketballers! I dont want Friday to come  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely tired, I can hardly keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time to hit for the bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT, thanks for those green glow in the dark stars.&lt;br /&gt;They're lovely! And and and cheer up! Remember,&lt;br /&gt;I gave you twinkles for a purpose. Always remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE AND SHINE LIKE A STAR!   : D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up now.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll still be here yes   &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115393048363117271?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115393048363117271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115393048363117271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115393048363117271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115393048363117271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-cos-it-means-so-much-i-want-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115375498384197311</id><published>2006-07-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:32:29.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studied with Mel, Nat, Lyds, Eunice, Izza, Jiazhi, Celeste etc&lt;br /&gt;in the canteen until bout seven. I'm glad I'm more settled : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEER UP LYDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a pic to make yr day, please ah dont come play the stealing game.&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWW. I bet you must be thinking SO CUTEEEEEE right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Lyds crack me up at times. Just read the following, I almost died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pukes pukes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone sent me a smile on friendster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and said this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you hv got gorgeous eyes sweets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;EW LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT FUNYN ARH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy is like HOW OLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like 38!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please arh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i'll be interested if he's like 16 or 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and effing hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life couldnt be better with you=))))) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise Lyds is the only one talking and whoever that person is, THANKS. I owe you one. I'm sure Lyds is all happy and smiling now. HAHA. Bye, I'm off for art. Ms Ho sent some pictures of what she wore to school today, it's freaking hilarious. ALL THE MS HOs are mad. Inclusive of Lyds! Whahaha, shes gonna kill me when she reads this btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help you fix yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at least I can say I tried &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115375498384197311?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115375498384197311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115375498384197311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115375498384197311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115375498384197311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/studied-with-mel-nat-lyds-eunice-izza.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115367121595687431</id><published>2006-07-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:20:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pictures! I'm too lazy to upload one by one, so that explains the collage. One done by me, another by Shayna the PRETTY. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="422" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/collagenatstaceshaynamel.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="419" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/collage11.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us: Mel, Stace, RETARD and PRETTY! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="371" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled33.jpg" width="484" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we say goodnight w/o these two idiots! HAHA. Just look at this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="745" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/SWING.jpg" width="578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHLAO JUST LOOK AT THOSE TWO RETARDS! Above: Nat, Bottom: PRETTY. They're way too cool for anyone. They sound alike btw. Be sure to catch the both of them speak soon, you might mistake them for twins. Haha, alright. I'm off to sleeep, dead tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I leave, PRETTY! youre so PRETTY. and CUTE la ok! Happy? But it contradicts silly! CUTE means ugly but adorable. I dont care la, you'll still be called PRETTYYYYY! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="200" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/untitled25.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWWWWW YOUR SO PRETTY PLEASEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115367121595687431?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115367121595687431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115367121595687431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115367121595687431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115367121595687431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-im-too-lazy-to-upload-one-by.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115363060071122543</id><published>2006-07-23T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:16:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I'm rushing through this stupid post&lt;br /&gt;cos stupid Nat and Mel is rushing me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/STEAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/STEAM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat with the family at Marina South, outside Victors.&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to spend time with the twins, mom and dad : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After steamboat, dad drove me to chompchomp to meet Mel, Shayna and Nat. Hanged out til late with the few of them, afterwhich was stayover at my place. THEY ARE ALL MAD. Shayna was laughing like mad last night, Mel was half the time being bullied, and Nat was stucked to the com as though she hasn't been online for a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Shayna were fighting over the bed. Haha, in the end, Shayna had the bed. Nat, Mel and I, the matress :( Alright, Mel was bathing when I started this post.She just got out and I'm still blogging. GREAT Nat is complaining. Haha, I better get going. More pics from last night soon. Here a few pics I took a few mins ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="234" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/nattt.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="293" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/melnat.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT DISTRUB LA MEL, NATS SLEEPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Nat is like sleeping now when she was&lt;br /&gt;the one rushing me. WHAT AN ASSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAT WAKE UP NOW LA,&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I are boredddd  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115363060071122543?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115363060071122543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115363060071122543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115363060071122543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115363060071122543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-im-rushing-through-this-stupid-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115355249056463452</id><published>2006-07-22T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:16:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 405px" height="678" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/natstaceee.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What art does to us.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY RACIAL HARMONY EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115355249056463452?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115355249056463452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115355249056463452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115355249056463452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115355249056463452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-art-does-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115349991699566875</id><published>2006-07-22T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:38:37.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent been online for the past week! I'M SO GLAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! I AM SO HAPPY, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MS TAN REPLIED! : )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below: Funny looking photo taken with Ms Tan in the airport before she left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/MSTAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/MSTAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115349991699566875?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115349991699566875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115349991699566875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115349991699566875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115349991699566875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-havent-been-online-for-past-week-im.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115339087062291022</id><published>2006-07-20T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:52:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you look back on times we had I hope you smile and know that, through the good and the bad I was and will always be on yr side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're down or troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing, nothing seems to be going right. I'll be there to brighten up your darkest nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart remains with&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, yey! Mel and I are currently into XOOOF : )&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, its the best stress reliever, and it makes us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL,   :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="388" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n159/staceyp_01/HOTTTTTFOXXXXYYYY.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115339087062291022?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115339087062291022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115339087062291022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115339087062291022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115339087062291022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-you-look-back-on-times-we-had-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115303892684434864</id><published>2006-07-16T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T16:52:24.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE BEEN SLEEPING SO MUCH THIS TWO DAYS,&lt;br /&gt;I think I put on TEN FUCKING KG. :(&lt;br /&gt;I have wasted so much time, it wont be coming back to me. :(&lt;br /&gt;Argh, THIS IS IT! I think I've wasted more than enough time. It's time to set my priorities right! The com will still be here, but time lost can never be replaced. Right now, prelims and O's should be and is going to be, my biggest focus! I have to stop saying it, and not doing it. Like I've said before words are cheap. Enough procrastination, enough of saying but not doing it, enough of coming online and wasting precious time, I'm famous for all of them. Its time to wake up! It better be now, or else it'll be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm off to meet Mel for mass, and then, STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115303892684434864?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115303892684434864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115303892684434864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115303892684434864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115303892684434864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-sleeping-so-much-this-two.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115296574996868485</id><published>2006-07-15T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:41:07.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words are cheap, but they can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;They communicate, they are a source of everything.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop reading so deeply into every word. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, finally caught things up with IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since I last saw or met her or even, talked to her.&lt;br /&gt;She's been very busy. Its either school, or training, I envy her at times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, but I feel so broke whenever I'm beside her. Its time to start&lt;br /&gt;saving up Stace! :\ HAHA. Anyhows, I'm so glad we met up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/P1010048.0.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/diot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/diot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be so pisssedddd anymoreeeee. And you alright? Read yr blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy we got to meet up. You got nice new wallet and balls!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha, how we dug everything out just to get that ball at&lt;br /&gt;our all time favourite TOYSRUS, going around the stand in&lt;br /&gt;circles! Hahaha, it sure was funn! Now now anytime you are stress,&lt;br /&gt;or pissed, or angry and I cant be there, hm.. you can squeeze that&lt;br /&gt;ball! HAHA. SMILE SMILE SMILE! : ) I'd still be a call/sms&lt;br /&gt;away ah. Dont keep things things things from me. For now, train&lt;br /&gt;hard hard hard, do me proud on the 7th! :D I know you will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BONA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time and I miss you. Hope&lt;br /&gt;to catch things up soon. Have a great bday&lt;br /&gt;take care and God bless. LOVE MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115296574996868485?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115296574996868485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115296574996868485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115296574996868485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115296574996868485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/words-are-cheap-but-they-can-make.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115289288054008565</id><published>2006-07-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:01:20.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;engraved in my mind, those memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to write normally, but somehow I couldn't find the words to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm still clinging onto this friendship. Very tightly, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;For one, I treat friendships very seriously. I feel friends are very hard to come&lt;br /&gt;by and it is very important we treasure every single minute with them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to loose you as a friend cos of this, it would be a very great lost,&lt;br /&gt;it would be very silly!  :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm unable to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just can't simply erase them and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its true that I have plenty of time BUT I'm someone who never&lt;br /&gt;forgets. I would still be here, I'd still be here, I'd still be here for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I need some time to at least, think things through.&lt;br /&gt;Before I get down to replying you. At the end of it all, I want&lt;br /&gt;you to know I respect you, and your decision. Please, I never&lt;br /&gt;thought of ending whatever friendship.  :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115289288054008565?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115289288054008565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115289288054008565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115289288054008565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115289288054008565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/engraved-in-my-mind-those-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115280569016294901</id><published>2006-07-13T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:23:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew it was coming, i just knew it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received your email, and I knew this was it.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bring myself to open the letter, I really couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I merely just stared hard at your name. For one, I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;it would have told me things I didnt want/wish to know. I was&lt;br /&gt;afraid I would even break down after reading it. I was afraid,&lt;br /&gt;very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm someone who's unable to mask or rather, control&lt;br /&gt;my emotions and expressions. Every feeling seems to be written&lt;br /&gt;across everywhere, esp my face. I'm just an ordinary girl trying&lt;br /&gt;to pick up broken/shattered pieces, and getting cut in the process.&lt;br /&gt;I would have let time heal those wounds, which have left countless&lt;br /&gt;scars. I would learn to come to terms and live with it, however its&lt;br /&gt;just too painful. There's nothing more I want to know, it just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the reply anyways.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, the truth always hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I'll live with it, I'll live with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, guess who I caught today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/prest.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/prest.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you, precious. PRESTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115280569016294901?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115280569016294901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115280569016294901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115280569016294901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115280569016294901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-knew-it-was-coming-i-just-knew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115272048494196233</id><published>2006-07-12T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:12:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todays assembly programme really touched me alot. Just one mistake, and imagine waking up the next minute, not knowing what had exactly happened, but realizing you are paralyzed from your chest downwards. What would you have done? How would you have handled that situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 25 year old man, paralyzed chest downwards, yet life still goes on for him. Just 35 mins of talk, and he really inspired and touched me so much. He made me reflect, and had me thinking. He made me want to cherish life even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we give up at the slightest things, how we always wallow in self pity, how we are never happy with what we have, how we never cherish the things around us until we lose them. He's just a 25 year old man. Though paralyzed, he still cherishes every minute of his life. Like any other ordinary person, he too, has his goals and dreams. He paints beautifully with his mouth. He wrote a book on his accident which he hopes, would be a source of hope to anyone. He truly, is such an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How seldom do we meet people like that nowadays? It must have been a difficult journey for him. Perhaps, it is through him, God wants many of us to learn from. I remember last sunday at church, the gospel said, "For it is when we are weak, that we are strong." I finally understand what that means. For it was when that boy was weak, that he became strong. At the end of it all, the whole hall stood up, applauding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to read his book. I hope many will benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe things arent the way it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everyone has her own opinions, her own say in this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One might not agree with the other or whatsoever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, we should all just sit down and talk things out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure we would get this resolved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, I love everyone of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surely dont want to see this happening right here, right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115272048494196233?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115272048494196233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115272048494196233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115272048494196233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115272048494196233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-assembly-programme-really.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115263307990238580</id><published>2006-07-11T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:55:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/vonmdm-img587x489-chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/vonmdm-img587x489-chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yey, Stace is a happy girl! : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite everything that has been happening, Dad's surprise call really cheered me up a little. &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Liz for last night. It was great talking, and catching up.I can't believe we've known each other for so freaking long la, eversince primary 3/4! Oh my goodness, all the primary school projects we used to do together, going to school together the last two years, living so close to each other (just like a few blocks away), playing badminton together etc. AH I love you la! Thanks for being there to listen last night : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm afraid to hear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things I dont want to know ): &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;spare me all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115263307990238580?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115263307990238580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115263307990238580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115263307990238580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115263307990238580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yey-stace-is-happy-girl-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115248162905505244</id><published>2006-07-10T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:47:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im still up. Watched the World Cup Finals, which just ended&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes ago. Its rare that my family sat down to watch&lt;br /&gt;it together, even my mom who's not really into soccer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to Italy's fans, BUT I strongly felt that France deserved&lt;br /&gt;to win though. They played so much better! ALL THE UNFAIRNESS&lt;br /&gt;IN THE WORLD! Penalties should be banned la! They lost by one point&lt;br /&gt;through penalty, it sure was a great disappointment esp after they&lt;br /&gt;played and fought so hard to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time for school! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O level Oral preparations has been, so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't freak out later  :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115248162905505244?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115248162905505244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115248162905505244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115248162905505244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115248162905505244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-still-up.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115234857622313501</id><published>2006-07-08T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:52:34.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/ally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/ally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/ally.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/edited&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY ALLY! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and all the good old fun times we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken in sec two oh my goodness, how fast&lt;br /&gt;time flies! HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again, take care and&lt;br /&gt;God bless. I love you ally wally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I just did E learning - Bio test&lt;br /&gt;I figured it wouldn't make any sense if I just sat for the test w/o&lt;br /&gt;studying, or even going through the textbook first. So I went&lt;br /&gt;through the textbook, notes, examples etc. And I had 6/8!&lt;br /&gt;Kinda happy, at least I finally understand the chapter, Genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Toa Payoh West CC to meet the basketballers.&lt;br /&gt;Study + a bit of bball, before dad came to pick me up for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by chompchomp on the way home from tuition, to meet&lt;br /&gt;Mavis, Mel and YanPeng for dinner. They were good company,&lt;br /&gt;and I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled70.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled70.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled28.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled28.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled48.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled48.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled23.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled23.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FISHBALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! We have something for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/untitled42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/untitled42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RACHEL, I LOVE YOU! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, theres a basketball maths game on E learning!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Mr Teh is damn cute! I'm off for more E learning.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115234857622313501?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115234857622313501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115234857622313501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115234857622313501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115234857622313501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-17th-birthday-ally-d-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115225122960183505</id><published>2006-07-07T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:50:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been studying Bio.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep tonight for E learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears from yesterday carry on through tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These words were to soft spoken and I don't want to regret anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No letter could express this fear I feel inside but I'll write it anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll leave final words and pray better days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My voice a vague memory washed away by your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to contemplate the obvious but you're strong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're strong enough to make it through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this time leads us away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It leads us away to forget the laughs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all of the past but I remember,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I turn there's your memory&lt;br /&gt;The image of you burning up inside me&lt;br /&gt;It's almost more than I can do&lt;br /&gt;To think of anything but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everywhere I turn there's your memory.&lt;br /&gt;If I go somewhere with friends&lt;br /&gt;Someone's sure to mention you&lt;br /&gt;Then some old familiar feeling steals back in&lt;br /&gt;and you are but, just a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn on the radio and hear your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;And all day long I hum the melody&lt;br /&gt;When I see that special look&lt;br /&gt;Between two people so in love&lt;br /&gt;I remember how it was with you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are just, a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could I be, your memory?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't hold on, but I can't let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115225122960183505?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115225122960183505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115225122960183505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115225122960183505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115225122960183505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-studying-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115220763544715850</id><published>2006-07-07T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:45:07.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of the time, its just so hard for me to sit and take.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything that happens at home is my fault!&lt;br /&gt;I AM TRYING, but at the end of it all, I still get blamed.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even blamed for the things I dont even do.&lt;br /&gt;Yelled, nagged, screamed at all the time! I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;The least you could do is trust me, but you don't.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even respect the things I do, be it basketball&lt;br /&gt;or art etc. You are never happy, never! And it hurts me,&lt;br /&gt;cause time and time again, I try to be a good sister,&lt;br /&gt;daughter, friend, student, but at the end of it all, I'm&lt;br /&gt;just nothing NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather emo now. And really LOST. It's been a really long time since I last felt this way. Today's been a mixture of feelings, this morning I'd no idea why but I felt rather lost in school, half the time I just kept thinking bout Ms Tan, I miss her already :( I miss last Friday's hanging-out-til-late with her, where we had so much of fun. That reminds me, Ms Tan! ESPLANADE! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it strucked me hard how time is passing so very quickly and how I'm actually running out of time, when I received the prelim timetable today. I have so much to catch up, I have so much to study, I have so much of art to do, but yet, I'm not doing anything bout it! I'm so confused, I have alot to ask, I really need guidance. I really need to start now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I'm really really really feeling so lost. Sometimes, I know what I should do. At times, it just seems so pointless and it makes me want to give up. I don't know whats happening, I dont know where I'm heading to. All I know is I'm happy spending time with the basketballers, plus a few other friends. I feel so much more at ease, and happier when I'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely tired, enough of art&lt;br /&gt;I should get some rest, theres no school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;E learning. I'm not really for it though, I don't&lt;br /&gt;really think it's a good idea. Thank God its just&lt;br /&gt;for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115220763544715850?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115220763544715850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115220763544715850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115220763544715850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115220763544715850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/most-of-time-its-just-so-hard-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115211853211821258</id><published>2006-07-06T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:58:31.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/97.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/97.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYES are always the hardest to say&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;: (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from the airport not long ago. Today was rather dramatic! Called and asked so many teachers bout Ms Tan's flight timing, airline, terminal etc. We (Rachel, Chow, Sheila, Wyncy, Jo, Grace and I) thought we were gonna be late to catch Ms Tan before she leaves. Most of the teachers didn't want to give out any information, cos Ms Tan told them not to. I even had scolding from a particular teacher. I was so taken aback and shocked, I just said thanks and hung up. Throughout the whole journey to the airport, we were all super busy with the mini gift for Ms Tan. When we reached terminal 2, we couldn't find Ms Tan or any other teachers around. This was when we decided that we should call Ms Tan. Realising she was at terminal 1, we headed for the skytrain which took us there. We were running around like mad idiots! BUT Finally, we got to see Ms Tan! She was with her parents and a few teachers (Ms Audrey Chye, Ms Chua, Mr Bernard Chan, Mr Chan, Mr Tang, Ms Champion and Ms Lim) Took photos and all before it was time for her departure. Oh and we realised, out of all the teachers, only Ms Chye's information was valid, the rest just lied their way through. Departure time! It was the hardest and most emotional part of the night. Ms Tan hugged us one by one. Gave her the mini gift and asked her to bring it along with her to Brisbane. Rachel Chow and I ended up in tears, it was just sad. Two years of having her in IJ basketball, and all of a sudden, she not only leaves IJ but to Brisbane for the next two years, it's really sad. Her cool car, hairdo, birkens, style etc. Omg, I really can't believe you left, Ms Tan. I am missing you already! I'm sure it's the same for the rest. We are all missing you! Do take care in Australia, I look forward to the 26th of November, where you'll be back! Although you wouldnt be able to join us for Grad Night on the 24th, at least we know that O's would be over by then and yey, we would be able to stay out late with you! : ) Hurry hurry 26th November come! Hurry hurry, two years, pass by quick! Ms Tan, dont forget the green funky hairdo! We'll be keeping in contact through email, msn, friendster, letters and your blog! Hope to hear from you soon. WE MISS YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115211853211821258?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115211853211821258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115211853211821258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115211853211821258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115211853211821258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbyes-are-always-hardest-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115194098354623034</id><published>2006-07-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:48:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, both England and Brazil's out :And David Beckham resigned as captain.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew soccer could be this entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Caught the match between England &amp; Portugal with daddy,&lt;br /&gt;mommy and the twins that night. It was excccittttiiinnngg!&lt;br /&gt;Half the time, the twins and I were screaming for CRISTIANO RONALDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/cron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/cron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy he sure is, an eye candy! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent with the basketballers again.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, cabbed to Guan's. Met Rachel, Chow, Mary and Deb.&lt;br /&gt;We gave Guan a belated birthday surprise! With the cake&lt;br /&gt;and all! Hahaha, hoped you loved yr surprise fishball! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, Rachel, Chow, Mary and Deb took a long walk&lt;br /&gt;from Guan's, a whole walk round St Nics, before we ended up&lt;br /&gt;at the bus-stop. Bus to my place, where we slacked for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I changed and all, before we headed to town, met Sheila and&lt;br /&gt;had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked during lunch mostly bout basketball, after which we just&lt;br /&gt;walked around. Funny things happened, like me getting tapped&lt;br /&gt;all the time. Plus they were trying to hide so I couldn't see them,&lt;br /&gt;etc. Haha! Later, a few of them had to leave. So it was left with&lt;br /&gt;Sheila, Chow and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to Heeren, where we played Hide and Seek.&lt;br /&gt;I was first to hide. So both Sheila and Chow had to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game: Anywhere in Heeren except for changing rooms&lt;br /&gt;Okay I saw them once going into the toilet, I ran. But they found me&lt;br /&gt;in the end. It was then my turn to look for them, I couldnt find them&lt;br /&gt;for more than half an hour. And Sheila kept messaging me, Stace&lt;br /&gt;we can see you etc. Haha, met Mitch and I decided to just stay with&lt;br /&gt;her. Sheila and Chow got so bored, they decided to look for me instead.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, ok fun aside, it's really time to get serious and start mugging&lt;br /&gt;hard for the exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115194098354623034?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115194098354623034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115194098354623034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115194098354623034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115194098354623034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-both-england-and-brazils-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115176466919010495</id><published>2006-07-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:41:39.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last few days were spent with my girls! - &lt;strong&gt;THE BASKETBALLERS : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked the first stayback-after-school-maths-test.&lt;br /&gt;After which was friendlies with the teachers like Ms Teojl, Mr Jiow, Ms Indran etc. Home after which, did abit of art, bathed etc, before I went to town to meet the rest of the basketballers + Ms Jane Tan for her farewell dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine, Galilee Friends for dinner. I was super late&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness so sorry guys! :\One whole long table occupied just by IJ BASKETBALLERS! It was great fun! : ) So many sec ones came as well, it was just awesome. Sang Guan her birthday song, oh yes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yey, you are sixteen! OH WHAT JOY! I love you fishball/canned fish! :D Rachel and I were late, so we were still eating away when everyone was already done with theirs and couldnt wait to get out and walk around. Haha. Oh ya I was fascinated by the names of the dishes. Shroooms silly, Finding nemo, Oceans 11, Oceans 12..&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness! Super funny la! Hahahahahahaha. Took so many many many photos! GUAN I want photos! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting late, some of the juniors had to leave. Actually, most&lt;br /&gt;except for Lirong. So it was left with me, Chow, Guan, Rachel, Jo R,&lt;br /&gt;Lirong and Ms Tan. We headed for Heeren and ended up, taking neos.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to take another time, but the shop was closing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay by then Guan had to go home. But me, Chow, Rachel and Jo wanted&lt;br /&gt;to hang out with Ms Tan more. Firstly, we waited with Lirong, made sure&lt;br /&gt;she got into a cab safe and sound. And then back to Cine's carpark, into&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan's car, where we (Ms Tan, Chow, Rachel, Jo and I) sent Guan home.&lt;br /&gt;This was the funny part. Along the highway, guess who's car was next to&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan's? It was Mrs Jen Chu. We were waving and waving and banging&lt;br /&gt;onto Ms Tan's window to get Mrs Chu's attention, but she obviously&lt;br /&gt;didnt see us. It was hilarious! We were practically laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;We kept asking Ms Tan to slow down when Mrs Chu was behind,&lt;br /&gt;or to hurry up when Mrs Chu was in front! Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we sent Guan home, it was only left with Chow, Rachel, Jo, Ms Tan&lt;br /&gt;and I in the car. And being the indecisive people we all are as usual, Ms&lt;br /&gt;Tan ended up driving us from one place to another. From yiochukang/amk,&lt;br /&gt;to sembawang/yishun, to thomson where we wanted to go Liquid Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;but was apparently packed due to the soccer match. OMG, heres another&lt;br /&gt;funny part when we were somewhere near Casurina, there was this car in&lt;br /&gt;front of us which had this label "IJ ON BOARD" on it. So Ms Tan and all&lt;br /&gt;of us were like eh someone from IJ. Just then Ms Tan went, "eh, this looks&lt;br /&gt;like Mrs Seng's car! She drives this car!" So we kept asking Ms Tan to catch&lt;br /&gt;up and drive next to that car and YES IT WAS MRS SENG! omg damn&lt;br /&gt;funny la! Two teachers in a night, can you imagine and it was already like 11 plus,&lt;br /&gt;12 at night! And yes like Mrs Chu, we tried to get Mrs Seng's attention!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Holland V where Ms Tan treated us to coffeebean.&lt;br /&gt;It was great hanging out, talking and all.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed all the way til it closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go, but we still didnt feel like going home.&lt;br /&gt;However Ms Tan was already feeling tired. We kept&lt;br /&gt;begging her to bring us go esplanade, it was already&lt;br /&gt;1 plus in the moorning mind you. But she didnt want.&lt;br /&gt;So she sent us all home one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ms Tan for yesterday! : )&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe your leaving for Australia on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Two years in IJ BASKETBALL, you've been an awesome teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Ah I'm gonna miss you la Ms Tan, 2 years 2 years 2 years! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here some pictures, more will be up soon! I'm lazy. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/96.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/96.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/105.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/105.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/104.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/104.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went for The Cure, with Chow, Rachel, and Guan.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra, and Sher were both acting. Finally, I got to see my&lt;br /&gt;Pinky, I missed her ): There was definitely a meaning behind&lt;br /&gt;the play. It was just difficult to capture and understand it.&lt;br /&gt;It was super COLD. Lent my jacket to Chow, cos I was&lt;br /&gt;wearing long sleeves. It was funny to turn and watch&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Guan during the scary parts. Hahahaha,&lt;br /&gt;Chow you should know why! Hahahahahaahah so silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/109.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/109.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/211.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/211.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play, took some pictures before we headed to Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;Guan, Rachel, Chow and I, we had GELARE! It was gooooooodddd!&lt;br /&gt;: ) Sent Guan off, before Rachel, Chow and I walked around. After&lt;br /&gt;which we took the train. Chow and I to Toa Payoh, Rachel to Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Chow and I walked to F&amp;S to meet her parents. Her baby bro&lt;br /&gt;was there, omg he's super cute! Her parents went to buy food, so I&lt;br /&gt;was left with her and her baby brother. I merely just smiled at him&lt;br /&gt;when he was staring at me, and he burst out crying so loudly! OMG ):&lt;br /&gt;Super scary la. I must have like scared him real bad. I'm such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home afterwhich.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, more pictures soon, promise! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done blogging. : )&lt;br /&gt;Whee, all in all, I LOVE THE BASKETBALLERS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115176466919010495?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115176466919010495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115176466919010495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115176466919010495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115176466919010495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-few-days-were-spent-with-my-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115169405431836043</id><published>2006-07-01T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:00:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I'm left to carry on and wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Even through it all, I'm always on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Out with basketballers and Ms Jane Tan.&lt;br /&gt;+ Youth Day Celebrations in school today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extremely tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a signal for me to start&lt;br /&gt;heading for the bed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better keep my art aside&lt;br /&gt;pratically 3/4 of the room is occupied by art.&lt;br /&gt;It's so untidy, I can't wait to get rid of the mess!&lt;br /&gt;Ok brain dead, BED BED BEDDDDDDDDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;But no stace, &lt;strong&gt;A!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115169405431836043?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115169405431836043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115169405431836043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115169405431836043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115169405431836043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-im-left-to-carry-on-and-wonder-why.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115150611605803714</id><published>2006-06-28T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:04:25.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to a conclusion Ms Ho isnt that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;She's been helping me through my art coursework this&lt;br /&gt;year, making sure I come for lessons, guiding me through&lt;br /&gt;ideas, making me believe I can do it, encouraging me all.&lt;br /&gt;Five boards by tmr, it can be quite tiring for her. How the&lt;br /&gt;class refuses to listen, and I'm kinda shocked at the fact&lt;br /&gt;we have less than 50 days til submission of coursework,&lt;br /&gt;yet some hasnt even drawn anything for the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more or less, settled. I've set a target and I'm aiming for it.&lt;br /&gt;However Ms Ho feels theres too much of fear in me thats stopping&lt;br /&gt;me from achieving that goal of mine. I have to drop that fear, and&lt;br /&gt;as she puts it, trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Nora made my day! : )&lt;br /&gt;Yes PARTNER I miss you too, terribly.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care after yr mid years, we HAVE to meet up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving school nowadays. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cause anything too daring to say to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Will be said in this letter, then burned away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So you never realize, I'm here .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinking of your vague reply &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I can understand Why we put this at rest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why we forget to Say that we were leaving &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say that we were sorry The past remains unspoken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As this vacant night is dying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I still miss your summer perfume &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This cold air brings such a distance to us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a painful distance I'm still waiting for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you to say you hate me now So I don't have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hold on to this burning heart This burning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart is getting old, getting old And while sitting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on this cold kitchen floor, Head down to hide the tears, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive realized I've finally realized that you were never, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were never meant for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MIDNIGHT HIGHWAY - DAPHNE LOVES DERBY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST PLEASE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;VOTE FOR GAYLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh my god a picture taken 4 years ago. I miss them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/gaylesperformance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/gaylesperformance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115150611605803714?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115150611605803714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115150611605803714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115150611605803714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115150611605803714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-come-to-conclusion-ms-ho-isnt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115132905581739222</id><published>2006-06-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:37:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why do tears fall for someone who was never mine&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I miss someone I was never with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115132905581739222?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115132905581739222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115132905581739222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115132905581739222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115132905581739222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-do-tears-fall-for-someone-who-was.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115132843640776786</id><published>2006-06-26T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:27:16.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of a new term.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact time is running short.&lt;br /&gt;Every single teacher that taught us today&lt;br /&gt;kept reminding us of the eight more crucial&lt;br /&gt;weeks to the prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to be more focussed, and manage my time properly&lt;br /&gt;for the next few months. 8 weeks to prelims, 18 to the O's.&lt;br /&gt;O level mother tongue orals are starting this week.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, time is passing sop so so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus, take the wheel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take it from my hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I can't do this on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm letting go so give me one more chance. Save me from this road I'm on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Mavis abit today.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how we realise we're actually more or less,&lt;br /&gt;facing the same problems. Its sad. Sometimes I wish I&lt;br /&gt;could be brave enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months, and for some reasons I just can't&lt;br /&gt;seem to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ve tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; we hit restart,and pause it at our favorite parts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd rather keep and bear with it, then lose you as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;However I'm on the verge of breaking down bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I can no longer keep it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115132843640776786?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115132843640776786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115132843640776786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115132843640776786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115132843640776786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-of-new-term.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115116441032972681</id><published>2006-06-24T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:58:08.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging about camp, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, it was a great camp! : )&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats spending time with&lt;br /&gt;every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely felt more like a camp this year,&lt;br /&gt;with ALOT of meaning behind each activity planned.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we all had benifited from the camp. Well, I&lt;br /&gt;sure did. I learnt more about teambonding, cooperation,&lt;br /&gt;respect. I even got to know so much more about our juniors,&lt;br /&gt;and also, some teammates. Afterall, we're still a team, its&lt;br /&gt;great getting to know one and another, bonding with them : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/camp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Sandra, Grace, Me, Debbie and Mary.&lt;br /&gt;We were groupleaders for one of the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;Night/Faith walk. It was such a long walk.&lt;br /&gt;With Debbie behind me half the time, screaming away&lt;br /&gt;and holding onto me like mad whenever she was touched&lt;br /&gt;or scared by someone. Haha, such an idiot know but I still&lt;br /&gt;love my sexy yes! The whole walk ended at twelve plus,&lt;br /&gt;nearly one. By the time we bathed and all, it was nearly two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAREWELL. It was sad ) :&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said, I can't believe five years of journey in IJ&lt;br /&gt;BASKETBALL is soon, coming to an end. All the friends&lt;br /&gt;I've met this past few years, the seniors who taught and&lt;br /&gt;helped me so much in one way or another. Sheila esp.&lt;br /&gt;All the trainings I've been to, all the criticism I'd to bear&lt;br /&gt;from Mr Tan, all the encouragements, support from all&lt;br /&gt;the teammates. All the hanging out after trainings. All&lt;br /&gt;the games played on court with every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;All the competitions we've been through together. All the&lt;br /&gt;serious senior-junior talks we used to have. All the effort&lt;br /&gt;we put into our orientation performance just to get more&lt;br /&gt;sec ones to join the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years, so much of memories, so much I treasure, so&lt;br /&gt;much I can barely let go, so much I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;how to put them to words. So much I don't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very thankful yet again, for Rachel especially.&lt;br /&gt;You have been such a great captain, teammate and friend.&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel so much part of this team, you made me&lt;br /&gt;want to come for trainings, you made me more serious bout&lt;br /&gt;trainings. I remember how I was so enthu about basketball&lt;br /&gt;til it came to bout sec two/three when I started slackening&lt;br /&gt;cos I felt distant from everyone. I didnt feel like part of a&lt;br /&gt;team til you came along. Vague as it may seem, its true.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with every single thing Sheila said on the night of&lt;br /&gt;farewell about you. You have been such a great captain.&lt;br /&gt;The best out of the 5 years I've been in basketball I would&lt;br /&gt;gladly say. I love you dear! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to Guan, Debbie, Mary, Sammie, Sandra, Esther, Sally,&lt;br /&gt;Kerine, Davina, Grace, the both Jos, mainly all the sec fours,&lt;br /&gt;it was my lost not knowing you'll well til after I'd retained.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad, and I am really seriously touched that you'll&lt;br /&gt;accepted me and made me feel so part of this team, you'll&lt;br /&gt;made me feel so much happier in basketball. You'll made&lt;br /&gt;trainings so much more fun, I love you'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec threes, you'll be taking over as seniors very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I'm sure you'll be able to do a good job!&lt;br /&gt;Chow, stop doubting yourself. I have faith in you,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be a good captain too. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec ones, I'm so so touched by you'll too. I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;have many more years with you'll. Six months with you'll&lt;br /&gt;have been great. Seeing you'll grow slowly, bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;Every training, I see improvements. I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to train hard sec ones, and you'll will see&lt;br /&gt;the effort being paid off during the upcoming matches.&lt;br /&gt;You'll can do it! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing, it really is. How basketball brought me this far.&lt;br /&gt;The many many many wonderful teammates, I really dont&lt;br /&gt;want to leave. It hurts, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll quote from Rachel: this team is so awesome. so special. though we are portrayed as trouble makers and a cca that people shouldn't even consider joining. but yknow what. beneath that layer of utmost DECEIT lies a special bond. an indescribable bond. its like.. we feel so comfortable around each other. like family. united in whatever dysfunctionality. its just such a wonderful feeling that i cannot write down in words. you just have to be there to feel it for yourself. but one thing stays true, i never regretted ever joining bball in sec 1. it has taught me so many valuable lessons that life has to offer. and it has also moulded me into who i am today. I LOVE IJ BBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true, &lt;strong&gt;Once an IJ basketballer, always an IJ basketballer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the passion, Love the Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank you very much for the presents too.&lt;br /&gt;Though many things happened in the process, I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;we all learn from them, forgive and forget. : )&lt;br /&gt;For the very touching/sweet notes which&lt;br /&gt;made me tear. AH I DONT WANT TO LEAVE ):&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to leave IJ to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me only of one thing:&lt;br /&gt;O's are coming. Four more months.&lt;br /&gt;Its so fucking fast, I'm so fucking scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And overanalyze your words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the truth is that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never fallen so hard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's taken everything in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had the notion that you'd make me forget the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your undecisive mind shows me that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am yet, "just another girl"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had the feeling that those looks you gave me were real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I ripped your heart apart at the seams &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe then you'd know how I feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115116441032972681?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115116441032972681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115116441032972681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115116441032972681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115116441032972681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging-about-camp-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115080795117811847</id><published>2006-06-20T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:52:31.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Basketball Camp.&lt;br /&gt;Two words: Fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we're leaving  ):&lt;br /&gt;I will update more on this soon promise.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go! I know I say this all the time,&lt;br /&gt;but its true! I love the basketballers!&lt;br /&gt;They make my day!  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115080795117811847?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115080795117811847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115080795117811847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115080795117811847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115080795117811847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-basketball-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115021404850540599</id><published>2006-06-13T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:55:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something for Mel: I know you smile whenever you see this picture&lt;br /&gt;Unglamness aside, cheer up Mel you'd better be smiling/laughing now!&lt;br /&gt;I love you Squishy. : )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/IMGP0563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/IMGP0563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115021404850540599?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115021404850540599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115021404850540599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115021404850540599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115021404850540599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-for-mel-i-know-you-smile_13.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-115018483399536743</id><published>2006-06-13T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:00:31.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/BASKETBALLL.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/BASKETBALLL.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/47b6d825b3127cce8a7796c332b800000016108JZOXLly2E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/47b6d825b3127cce8a7796c332b800000016108JZOXLly2E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/DANCEEEE%20NIGHTTT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/dance%20night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/dance%20night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/IMGP0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/IMGP0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/BASKETBALLL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/BASKETBALLL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/IMGP0077.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/IMGP0077.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/IMGP0074.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/IMGP0074.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/47b6d825b3127cce8a7794bfb3f500000016108JZOXLly2E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/47b6d825b3127cce8a7794bfb3f500000016108JZOXLly2E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to upload somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe imagestation would be the key soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, a few from &lt;strong&gt;Dance Night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the basketballers! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-115018483399536743?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/115018483399536743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=115018483399536743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115018483399536743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/115018483399536743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-too-lazy-to-upload-somemore.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114898781323036363</id><published>2006-05-30T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:16:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLOSED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114898781323036363?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114898781323036363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114898781323036363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114898781323036363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114898781323036363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/closed.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114864197292898068</id><published>2006-05-26T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:23:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, I didnt come online yesterday! Hurray! : )&lt;br /&gt;I slept super early last night, have been feeling rather tired the past&lt;br /&gt;few days. Oh well, nothing much. I just came home from four hours&lt;br /&gt;long of chinese intensive tuition, it was good, I didnt feel sleepy! Must&lt;br /&gt;be due to the early sleep I had last night! Mhhmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Poly talks yesterday. Singapore Poly, Temasek Poly &amp; Ngee Ann Poly.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am quite interested in Business and perhaps, Accountancy.&lt;br /&gt;But still, my art! OhWell, I really don't know. -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;O level Chinese is in 3 days, I certainly hope I do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after eleven years of being an IJ girl, today&lt;br /&gt;was my last &lt;strong&gt;founders&lt;/strong&gt; day mass with the school.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sad, if you come to think of it. Blah ) :&lt;br /&gt;However it was an awesome event, held together&lt;br /&gt;with the primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have to blog about this to at least, get it off my chest?!&lt;br /&gt;Today, while having mass this sec tthree girl (I wont mention names here)&lt;br /&gt;who was sitting behind my class totally pissed the shit out of me &amp;amp; Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly it was bad enough that when everyone else was standing during&lt;br /&gt;mass, she was sitting. Later, she took out a packet of green tea and she&lt;br /&gt;started drinking it, oblivious to the fact that A MASS was actually going on.&lt;br /&gt;She took her own sweet time to drink the packet of green tea, afterwhich&lt;br /&gt;she took out a bar of hershey's chocolate and she started eating it! Not to&lt;br /&gt;mention, everyone was standing, attending mass, while she just sat doing&lt;br /&gt;all that! After she was done, she took out a mirror, started looking at her-&lt;br /&gt;self! Seriously, WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie &amp;amp; I really got damn pissed off, I tell you. Seriously it was such a turn&lt;br /&gt;off and a disgrace to IJ! This is by far, the worst side I've ever seen in IJ!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even so if your not a catholic, the least you could have done if you&lt;br /&gt;wanted to eat/drink, is to excuse yourself and go the freaking canteen?&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to sit, the least you could do is respect the mass, and God&lt;br /&gt;(even if you don't believe he exists) IJ girls who are following the mass,&lt;br /&gt;the priests up on the altar by at least, not eating/drinking!? Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;your attitude stinks to the fucking core and it was just totally, a turnoff!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe IJ has such a student, its all thanks to students like these&lt;br /&gt;who will bring the school's name down! OH YES! And fingernails painted&lt;br /&gt;PINK/PRUPLE? Omg like seriously! ARGH! This is seriously pissing me&lt;br /&gt;off!!!!!! URGH, YUCK WHAT A TURN OFF! ) : Its sad, really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones pissing me off la, argh! I better just get off now.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have been at Maths tuition after chinese,&lt;br /&gt;but of course, my sister decides not to be at home, blah.&lt;br /&gt;I should just get off and study chinese, maybe it'd do&lt;br /&gt;some good in helping me vent my frustrations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114864197292898068?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114864197292898068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114864197292898068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114864197292898068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114864197292898068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-everyone-i-didnt-come-online.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114848862894101451</id><published>2006-05-25T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:37:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The amount of assignments given, the number of lessons during the June hols, it's crazy! That aside, I'm gonna be sitting through talks from various polys tmr I hope I can at least make a right choice? Chinese O's are in few days time, it's freaking me out! I feel terribly drained and exhausted, Argh! I'm currently doing research on art, I have to stop and go offline NOW or else I'm gonna get too carried away with the research I'll forget bout my chinese! I'm fucking tired, I'm fucking stressed, Bye I'm off to study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114848862894101451?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114848862894101451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114848862894101451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114848862894101451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114848862894101451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/amount-of-assignments-given-number-of.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114839786908044099</id><published>2006-05-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:33:06.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing that happened today was the good company I had - Pearl, Mel, Zoe &amp; Shayna. Watched The Da Vinci Code, the storyline was interesting. However, issues with regards to the faith and Jesus, is unreliable. Please be reminded it is fictional hence, sources should not be trusted. If you're one who gets influenced easily, I'd strongly suggest not to watch it. Don't get me wrong, it's a good show. Its just that facts stated in the show should not be trusted, much less make you all confused bout the faith and about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I've been pretty busy the past few weeks, its rare I even had the time to catch a movie. One after another, its torturing! Straight after chinese O's, I'll be all busy with the art coursework again, hoping to complete it by the end of the June hols. Which would mean, I'd be spending the whole June hols touching up my coursework etc. I'm bent and determined to get my A1 for that subject, definitely not wasting it away. However, I will not neglect my other subjects instead, work to improve on them as well. Ultimately. actions speaks louder than words I have to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least there's one thing I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training resumes tmr, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I'll finally see Jiaolian, at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;spend more time with the basketballers!&lt;br /&gt;So tell me if this isnt worth looking forward to, then what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is being so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And having so much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And never knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114839786908044099?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114839786908044099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114839786908044099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114839786908044099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114839786908044099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114831015669280465</id><published>2006-05-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:05:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so so so glad I talked to Van earlier regarding the Poly and JC choices. One whole long hour plus of talk on the phone, so glad she's doing well in Ngee Ann Poly Business Studies. So glad I managed to catch things up with her. Talked bout studies and what not, now I'm more determined to study even harder. Thanks Tng! : ) Business Studies sounds fun, but I want to excel in my art too! Oh well, see how! Afterall, Van says its still too early to decide, I shall just work towards doing well first then. Alright, back to chinese, GOODNIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114831015669280465?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114831015669280465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114831015669280465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114831015669280465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114831015669280465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-so-so-glad-i-talked-to-van.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114828384941951849</id><published>2006-05-22T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:44:09.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After what Ms Jo Teo spoke to us about in the hall with regards to whether we should choose a JC or Poly, I'm kinda confused &amp;amp; at the same time, scared. I don't want to end up making the wrong choice. I spent the whole bus ride home, thinking about it. Poly? JC? Or Lasalle? NAFA? Argh! I dont know! Perhaps, I should just concentrate on doing well for the upcoming chinese O's on the 29th of May. Do well for the prelims and get into a damn JC for the first three months! Okay chinese tuition again, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114828384941951849?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114828384941951849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114828384941951849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114828384941951849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114828384941951849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-what-ms-jo-teo-spoke-to-us-about.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114822674764670505</id><published>2006-05-21T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:59:03.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing it It's hard to force that smile when I see our&lt;br /&gt;old friends and I'm alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Still Harder Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But I know if I could do it over I would trade give away all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; that I saved in my heart That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114822674764670505?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114822674764670505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114822674764670505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114822674764670505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114822674764670505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-hard-to-deal-with-pain-of-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114822360762037902</id><published>2006-05-21T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:13:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met so many people in church today!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Audrey Chye, Mr Francis Yap, Ms Jane Tan &amp; Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Homily was good, its true! There's no greater LOVE&lt;br /&gt;than a man who would lay down his life for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Thanks Squishy for yr concern, I LOVE YOU more la! &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for The Great Singapore Sale! We shall shop &lt;br /&gt;til we drop again alright? Haha, I should start saving up&lt;br /&gt;now! I cant wait I can't wait! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I tried to speak out &lt;br /&gt;Felt like no one could hear me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghhhh, I get pissed so easily nowadays BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Now I dunno what else to type la, before I get&lt;br /&gt;pissed again, I better go.  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; IDIOT! If you see this, call soon.&lt;br /&gt;I have loads to get off my chest!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH, NIGHT LA NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114822360762037902?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114822360762037902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114822360762037902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114822360762037902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114822360762037902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-met-so-many-people-in-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114805647519653335</id><published>2006-05-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:40:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I gotta get out of here &lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake &lt;br /&gt;I gotta get out of here And I'm begging you, &lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The level of competitiveness is just way beyond, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, it's good. However, there ought to be consequences too.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I'm feeling all emo, there's so much going on, I just&lt;br /&gt;don't know where to start I wish I could talk to someone bout it!&lt;br /&gt;I hate keeping things to myself I'm going to explode soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes it wouldnt hurt to just say a simple hi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to bother anymore, because you obviously dont give&lt;br /&gt;a shit, so why should I fucking be putting in 100% effort when you&lt;br /&gt;don't even give 1% of your own damn effort! And you can tell your&lt;br /&gt;"perfectionist" to stop avoiding me cause I seriously can't be bothered,&lt;br /&gt;and I won't waste me time on the both of you, cos you'll are simply way&lt;br /&gt;too COOL for anyone, except yourselves. I hate doing this, but you'll &lt;br /&gt;have left me with no other options, I've done my part I've tried. I'm &lt;br /&gt;very tired, I give up. Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm so glad that at least, I've started talking to &lt;br /&gt;Belle just a few days back. I wish I could meet up with her soon, and&lt;br /&gt;catch things up though. I want her to know that I'll still be here just &lt;br /&gt;like how she's consistently been there the last two years, just being &lt;br /&gt;a great listener and adviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it's just a mixture of feelings I'm so sick &amp; tired.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, feels like something is missing The more I try to look for&lt;br /&gt;it the nmore it runs away from me. I wish I could be stronger and &lt;br /&gt;remind myself to follow my heart even though I might not trust what&lt;br /&gt;it would tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unfair, how people can be such scheaming and cruel bitches behind&lt;br /&gt;your back, and all nice and caring in front of you. I don't care what you&lt;br /&gt;think of this post, I don't even know if you'll read this, but seriously&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of this, I think enough is enough. Has it ever occured to&lt;br /&gt;you, the consequences those actions of yours have caused? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's far beyond words, and I'm extremely upset.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very very very tired already.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114805647519653335?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114805647519653335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114805647519653335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114805647519653335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114805647519653335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-gotta-get-out-of-here-im-stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114802644709884914</id><published>2006-05-19T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:31:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;19May2006, The New Paper&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/IMGP0824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/IMGP0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm proud of you : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts results are finally back, it was a letdown Rahh!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so badly a distinction, but ended up with a B3!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy with it &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;, although Mrs Siau is :&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of mids, it's by far the biggest disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114802644709884914?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114802644709884914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114802644709884914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114802644709884914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114802644709884914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/19may2006-new-paper-im-proud-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114793634971735783</id><published>2006-05-18T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:37:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/IMGP0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/IMGP0780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget bout my parents expectations,&lt;br /&gt;I can't even meet mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such horrifying results, I only have myself to blame. I set high standards and I expect them of myself, but it only made me more disappointed. My grades have dropped, and it's far from what I'm aiming for. How in the world am I ever gonna get into first three months with those kinda shit results! I'm not even doing this for my parents, they don't give me pressure, they just expect me to do my best. I ask myself, is this my best? Well definitely not! I can achieve better, and I did so last year, but yet I dropped so much this year? Why? For once, I long so badly to do well in my studies, for myself! So that like last year, I'd be happy with the results I've achieved with my own hard work and effort, so that I can get into at least a JC (I'm aiming for that), so that I can work towards my goal of getting at least 10 points, but now it seems so impossible I think I'm dreaming. And most importantly, I know what I want to be when I grow older, and I am, I am working towards that - An Art Teacher. Argh, I really have to start waking up, seriously! Just another few more months and it'd be prelims, and then O's! It's all up to me now, I've set the targets I've set my goals, it's all up to me whether I wanna achieve them or not. For now, I better be spending the upcoming June hols to the best, and catch up on my work! My parents whom I'm so very thankful for, they've supported me all the way, I'm sorry for the letdown. I feel rather guilty at the fact that you'll dont give me any stress yet I still achieve these results. I'll continue trying, I'll start working doubly hard, and hopefully, attain the results I'm expecting and hoping of myself by the time prelims come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these I wished I had Claire's brain, results are giving me major headaches, I fucking hate it someone please just shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for tuition now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114793634971735783?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114793634971735783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114793634971735783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114793634971735783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114793634971735783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/forget-bout-my-parents-expectations-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114788020150354680</id><published>2006-05-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:47:26.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POOR MEL, she got bullied by two idiots today! I shant go into details, but Sheila and Chow should know what I'm talking about ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway schools been more or less, alright. Intensive chinese, followed by Chinese tuition after school. It's been tiring but I have to bear with it, its another 12 days to O levels! I have to admit that time is really flying by so very quickly. In a blink, and I'm going to sit for my very first O level paper already! Wow, its actually quite scary if you come to think of it. Soon soon, it'll be the prelims, and then before you know it, O's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and finally! Bball, with Sheila &amp; Chow. It's been a long time since I last played, stamina deproved quite a bit, and I know I've been saying this over and over again, but its true, I cant wait for trainings to resume, I can start building up my stamina, at the same time spend more time with the basketballers and jiao lian! I miss them ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next Tues is gonna be another holiday. Mel and I are planning either bowling or ice skating I can't wait, oh and that reminds me, lately I've been looking around and shopping for more girly clothings. Well, my sisters &amp;amp; all have been commenting bout the way I dress, and according to them, its very tomboy-ish, so very well I shall change it : ) Should wear more girly girly stuffs! What say you? Hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to do a little chinese before I sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be HORROR, the moment we all get back most of our results! ) : Asked Mrs Chow and Siau for my accounts results today. I really can't wait to get that back though! : ) OH! And Ms Theodora Tan is leaving the school, she'll be going to America to further her studies! I wonder whos gonna be the next principal! Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! lately I keep catching the clock at 11:11 I wonder what that means, perhaps asking me to indulge in 4D! Hahahaha Okay not making any sense, I better shut up and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH EVERYONE PLS BUY FRIDAYS NEW PAPER! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114788020150354680?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114788020150354680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114788020150354680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114788020150354680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114788020150354680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/poor-mel-she-got-bullied-by-two-idiots.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114779610138676980</id><published>2006-05-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:21:57.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pictures as promised: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHIJ B DIV!&lt;/span&gt; (including Kerine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE THEM! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/IMG_0476.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/IMG_0476.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, some silly-looking ones: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just look at Chow &amp; I! Yikes, so embarrassing! ): &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: ) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 RETARDS &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My retarded sexy! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy is so silly! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiest, Sexy, Sexier &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL! : ) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/1024/BBALL18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/BBALL18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YOU!, glad you're feeling much better now, but still CHEER UP SMILE : ) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114779610138676980?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114779610138676980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114779610138676980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114779610138676980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114779610138676980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures-as-promised-chij-b-div.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114770700057190652</id><published>2006-05-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:29:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TNG! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/IMGP084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over for me, we have to meet up and catch things up soon alright? It's been great knowing you for the past &lt;strong&gt;seven&lt;/strong&gt; years, you've brought nothing but laughters and smiles : ) Hope you enjoyed your day, I love you babe! You've been awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was first spent with the basketballers, followed by Mel!&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have been in school by 9.45 with the bballers,&lt;br /&gt;but I only woke up at 9.30! Thank God Guan called, or God&lt;br /&gt;knows how long more I'd have slept for. Reached school,&lt;br /&gt;waited for Grace and Chow who were both late as well,&lt;br /&gt;before we began our phototaking session! It went well!&lt;br /&gt;I missed the basketballers! I'm so glad trainings&lt;br /&gt;resuming, starting from next Monday! Played abit,&lt;br /&gt;lunched with Rachel, Debbie, Mary, Grace and Chow&lt;br /&gt;before I left to meet Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our ring, engraved SQUISHY already, I'm so happy : )&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was cancelled, ended up shopping like mad!&lt;br /&gt;Now now its time to save up I'm broke ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O's is 14 days away! Which also means that, starting from tmr, we'd be having intensive chinese while the rest of the school'd be having post exam activities and playing away ): Oh how depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but I'm extremely tired, I'm going to hit the bed and sleep soon! But before I go; Lately, due to the Campus Superstar CD my sister has been listening to, I've somehow or another been attracted to it as well. Knowing me, I dont usually or actually, I have never liked listening to chinese songs, well I've started. And believe it or not, I find the Renfred guy from PCSS cute! : ) Haha, OH! And since he lives near me and all, I do see him around Gardens area once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just browsing through photos on Guan's blog,&lt;br /&gt;came across a few of Renfred's! OMG! HE CAME TO IJ!!!&lt;br /&gt;If only I'd learnt bout this Campus Superstar earlier!&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, a pic of him (I stole from Guan btw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/efa45da1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was at IJ! : ) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay a picture taken today:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH, I love the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;basketballers&lt;/span&gt;. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/IMG_0476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos will be up soon, NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114770700057190652?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114770700057190652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114770700057190652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114770700057190652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114770700057190652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-tng-exams-are-over-for.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114761557682775549</id><published>2006-05-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:30:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing compares to a mother's love.&lt;br /&gt;She looks with her heart &amp; feels with her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A mother is the bank where her children deposits all&lt;br /&gt;their worries and hurts. A mother is the cement that&lt;br /&gt;keeps her family together, and her loves lasts a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I know my mother reads my blog, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY, MOMMY! : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/P1010053%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/P1010053%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Mothers Day to you too, Grandma&lt;br /&gt;I miss you ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114761557682775549?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114761557682775549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114761557682775549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114761557682775549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114761557682775549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-compares-to-mothers-love.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114746078920994851</id><published>2006-05-13T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:02:19.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgomgomg! I have to blog bout this. I just read Guan's blog and I burst out laughing like anything. Debbie my dear Debbie, you are so blur, gooooonnnddddduuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, a conversation bet Deb, Guan &amp;amp; Rach-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we have a cake for all the april babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad we din do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[not chow la haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sally and leow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dunno who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when nov 15 comes we'll ignore it like it nvr came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off the wall. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off the wall. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off the wall. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST JOKING LUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;debsbra@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why november 15?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off the wall. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see sammm chu onlinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;debsbra@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ITS MY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOODNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off the wall. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;debsbra@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off the wall. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off the wall. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel11_9@hotmail.com says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off the wall. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! My silly sexy! How silly can you get? First was Centre of Gravity Secondary School, and now this. Aiyo silly Deb, I say SILLY! Haha, but I still love you sexy : ) Thanks for that bit of laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THE BBALL CAMP! :D Loving the basketballers! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright idiot is viewing South Park Videos.&lt;br /&gt;So cute la, this one especially.&lt;br /&gt;Would you please watch it:-&lt;br /&gt;(Speakers up please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUVVlF4pTVU" width="290" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, quite entertaining la.&lt;br /&gt;Send somemore idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;It's past 3 and I'm&lt;br /&gt;laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, ggodbye&lt;br /&gt;I better get off,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be an addict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114746078920994851?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114746078920994851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114746078920994851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114746078920994851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114746078920994851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/omgomgomg-i-have-to-blog-bout-this.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114745589762565336</id><published>2006-05-13T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:56:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're feeling lost in the night&lt;br /&gt;When you feel your world just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;Count on me, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Anytime the times get too tough&lt;br /&gt;Anytime your best ain't enough&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to make it better&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to see you through&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Cheer up, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let all these hurts consume you,&lt;br /&gt;instead face those problems bravely&lt;br /&gt;and you'll grow stronger alright?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not really good with words,&lt;br /&gt;but one thing I can ensure you is that&lt;br /&gt;I'd ALWAYS be here whenever you need&lt;br /&gt;someone, this stands forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was spent with Shayna &amp; Mel&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I went to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/P1010055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/P1010056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/P1010066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/P1010061.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/P1010063.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/P1010067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/P1010057.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/P1010064.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year four months, how fast time flies : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to end up being hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My weakness is that I care too much &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars - Papa Roach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114745589762565336?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114745589762565336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114745589762565336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114745589762565336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114745589762565336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-youre-feeling-lost-in-night-when.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114742393755969725</id><published>2006-05-12T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:18:15.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed over Mel's last night  : )&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here are some photos from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/P1010053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/P1010053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height:200px; width: 250px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/P1010048.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height:200px; width: 250px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/P1010050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114742393755969725?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114742393755969725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114742393755969725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114742393755969725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114742393755969725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/stayed-over-mels-last-night-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114734767718300256</id><published>2006-05-11T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:45:21.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just woke up, Lydia was pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;She kept calling and calling nonstop  ) :&lt;br /&gt;She seems all very excited for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why  ; ) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Mel is mad.&lt;br /&gt;I left my computer switched on before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Just switched the screen back on, and would you&lt;br /&gt;please please look at this silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moment on the lips, forever on the hips says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP STACE WAKE UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moment on the lips, forever on the hips says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)=&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moment on the lips, forever on the hips says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fireee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moment on the lips, forever on the hips says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moment on the lips, forever on the hips says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stace im gonna die soon wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moment on the lips, forever on the hips says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye stace there's tornado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY FUNNY MEL, VERY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sheila -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheila. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STACE! WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheila. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheila. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go out soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheila. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheila. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey! you got team for converse 3on3 alr..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just replied you, but I dont think you're at the com.  ) : Missing you too la, lets go out sooonnn! For dinner or smth? Haha, OH ya! I wanted to tell you I'm in the same team as Grace and we're short of one. JOIN US JOIN US JOIN US! I dont know if it's gonna be a little too late though  ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time to pack my desk.&lt;br /&gt;It's super messy, argh yuck!&lt;br /&gt;Mel's coming over before we&lt;br /&gt;head for CHOMP CHOMP&lt;br /&gt;Yey! SO EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;12th is tmr  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114734767718300256?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114734767718300256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114734767718300256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114734767718300256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114734767718300256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-woke-up-lydia-was-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114733234398735003</id><published>2006-05-11T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:28:25.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEYYEYEY! Double, triple, thousands, billion YEYS!&lt;br /&gt;Mid year exams officially ended at 2.03PM today  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three long dreadful hours of ART exam today.&lt;br /&gt;Mel sat in front of me, Lydia at the back.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was irritating poor Mel&lt;br /&gt;"Mel lift up your paper I want to see"&lt;br /&gt;"Mel another two more hours to freedom"&lt;br /&gt;"Mel another hour!  : ) YEY"&lt;br /&gt;"Mel exams are ending!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, &amp; it continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam was held in the hall with sec threes GAP, AEP and sec fours GAP and AEP. I was practically waiting for it to end, I couldnt wait to get my ass home and sleeep! Didnt sleep the whole of last night again due to art  : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it ended with a : ) on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after three long weeks, exams have ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hit for the bed, before I get up&lt;br /&gt;and pack my room, which is in a COMPLETE mess&lt;br /&gt;due to exams. Everytime I'm done with a paper,&lt;br /&gt;the books get stacked and stacked and stacked.&lt;br /&gt;It's as tall as the twin towers? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All excited for CHOMP CHOMP tonight  : )&lt;br /&gt;Finally after weeks, I get to catch up with some ass.&lt;br /&gt;Miss that one la. (I blogged about you again, when&lt;br /&gt;are you ever gonna blog bout me IDIOT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay I'm really very very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I need to SLEEEEEEP, night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114733234398735003?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114733234398735003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114733234398735003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114733234398735003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114733234398735003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeyyeyey-double-triple-thousands.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114723392637506787</id><published>2006-05-10T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:33:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD, I'm finally FREEE! (with the exception of ART) But what I mean is I'm free from all those late nights, frantically trying to absorb everything in. No more struggling to keep myself awake with the high intake of caffine each night.&lt;br /&gt;However, sadlly I'm only free from mids.  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me not to be too happy yet cos O's aren't over and that I'll only be free once the O's are over. Okay, thanks I needed to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ART is tmr! And I know exactly how I want my final piece to look like, how exciting! : ) But, I have yet to start on prep work. Tonight is gonna be another sleepless night, however it's all worth it simply cos it's ARTT!  : ) And so 10 pages of prep work by tmr! I'll be starting after this, came online to source for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright looking forward to next thursday's papers, some ASS is gonna be famous again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th falls on Friday, how exciting! One year Four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams ending = Basketball Training starting  : ) Very well, I miss the bballers, jiaolian and I have yet to exercise. The amount of caffine intake and food intake during the exam period has caused me to put on weight! I look like an elephant now.  ): How awful! I should hit for the court or the gym sometime this week, who would be nice enough to accompany me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping! IKEA shopping would be best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting irritated with the research I'm doing for ART right now. They're giving me nonsense. Out of 99 pages of pictures, like 98 of them are all on buildings! Like hello, do i look like I'm so very interested in architecture?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dear PARTNER, Ally, Sheryl, Gayle, Donn, Bea, Belle, Jasper, Evan, Lizzy, Nat. Friendships may have been broken, some of us may not be on talking terms, but whatever it is, I hope we could all talk things out. Maybe meet up soon, and catch things up. Don't even know if you all will read this but oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of studying on Saturday, Mel and I became mad. Here are some photos as evidences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/47b6db28b3127cce89694752a90700000016108JZOXLly2E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/47b6db28b3127cce89694752a90700000016108JZOXLly2E.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/1600/ero8yhe%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/ero8yhe%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, too lazy to upload anymore.&lt;br /&gt;For more, go to Mel's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, time to do art  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114723392637506787?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114723392637506787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114723392637506787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114723392637506787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114723392637506787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-world-im-finally-freee-with.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114700491405184321</id><published>2006-05-07T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:31:56.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Accounts is getting fun, especially when you get it  : )&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I'll do well, and not disappoint Mrs Siau and myself,&lt;br /&gt;I've therefore set higher standards for myself! I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, alright Mel is gonna slap me. I better shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sheperd Sunday today.&lt;br /&gt;By far, the best homily I've ever heard this whole year.&lt;br /&gt;It touched me, and I really felt God talking to me. It just &lt;br /&gt;made a whole lot of sense, especially since it's during this exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the Good Sheperd, the good sheperd is one who lays down his life for his sheep.&lt;/strong&gt; The image of Christ as our good Sheperd has always appealed to our human nature; it shows the manifestation of love which touches our innermost feelings. The guileless and foolish sheep that wanders, straying off into unknown dangers is likened to man who with his limited intellect thinks he knows all things and needs no further help from God, until he trips into a mire of problems, tumbling despondently into despair and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fortunate that we have a loving Sheperd who understands us and constantly keeps watch over us, retrieving us to the safety of his fold. However, there are some who do not heed the Sheperd's call, either through no fault of their own or through their own fault do not hear his voice and do not learn about him or follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sherperd died on the cross for all men to be saved and he directly appeals to us to help him keep his sheep safe and secure within his fold... "these I will have to lead as well..." Evey christian is a missionary and living the Christian life in its entirety, is a powerful example, infulencing and leading others to the path of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end off with a song I'm in love with.&lt;br /&gt;You should listen to it. Both the lyrics, and the song never fails to touch me, it's simply, AWESOME!  : ) If you get a chance, do listen to it. It's title is Complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I lift my eyes to You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;In your strength will I break through, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now, let Your love fall down on me&lt;br /&gt;I know Your love dispels all my fear&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm I will hold on, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And by faith, I will walk on, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll see beyond my Calvary one day&lt;br /&gt;And I will be complete in You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm, I WILL hold on Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will hold on, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers, bye&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO IT STACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114700491405184321?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114700491405184321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114700491405184321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114700491405184321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114700491405184321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/accounts-is-getting-fun-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114680958319146963</id><published>2006-05-05T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:24:06.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY, the weekend I've been waiting for! Exams have more or less been alright, with the exception of today's paper. One of the worst I would say. I want to slap myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, todays bio was definitely an easy paper, especially if you had studied. But somehow, I didnt prepare well for this paper. I was tired yesterday, and I slacked. There went bio! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would mean I would have to work doubly hard for Physics, hopefully it'd help pull up bio. But then again, physics is just as bad. Especially when you have a teacher who you can't really depend on. Electicity blablablah, so many formulas, I better get them stuck in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with two papers - Accounts on Monday, and Physics on Tuesday. Okay actually three, Art on Thursday! You might actually think I'm mad but somehow, I'm actually looking forward to next week. Two of my favourite subjects, Accounts and Art  : ) Hoping to ace both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;A whole week of late nights, studying, etc. I should go take a nap, before I start on A/Cs and Physics. Oh and great, exams are ending and I'm falling sick again. What made it worse was on the way home earlier, this guy behind me in the bus kept sneezing away, I got so irritated I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, alright! goodnight all. Study hard! It's ending soon, just bear with it  for a while more  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114680958319146963?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114680958319146963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114680958319146963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114680958319146963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114680958319146963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-weekend-ive-been-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114649259754708552</id><published>2006-05-01T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:30:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Mel, there's so much to study! Someone please just shoot me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height:180x; width: 200px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/art.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squishy, we'll go through this together. Stay up together, study together and together, we will do this! Thanks for the encouragement, I LOVE YOU  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm off to study!&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, Happy Belated Birthday Ching!&lt;br /&gt;(Although I wished you alr, haha) You're finally seventeen! And yes although older, but wiser.  : )  Take care, and hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I mention how much I hate exams already. Exams = Stress, Stress = Eat more, Eat more = Fat!  Oh my god, save me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114649259754708552?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114649259754708552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114649259754708552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114649259754708552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114649259754708552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-home-i-agree-with-mel-theres-so.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114614985865361276</id><published>2006-04-27T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:12:22.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So I lift my eyes to You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;In your strength will I break through, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now, let Your love fall down on me&lt;br /&gt;I know Your love dispels all my fear&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm I will hold on, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And by faith, I will walk on, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll see beyond my Calvary one day&lt;br /&gt;And I will be complete in You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely lyrics, I love this song!  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 boards by tomorrow! SEVEN!&lt;br /&gt;HHHHEEEEEELLLLLPPPPPP!&lt;br /&gt;This is what art did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height:180px; width: 220px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3123/168/320/art6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 boards, holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks, but if only I could make it this obvious to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114614985865361276?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114614985865361276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114614985865361276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114614985865361276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114614985865361276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-lift-my-eyes-to-you-lord-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114597792232144624</id><published>2006-04-25T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:14:12.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height:150px; width: 200px" src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/P1010009.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th dearest cousin!  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114597792232144624?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114597792232144624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114597792232144624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114597792232144624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114597792232144624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-16th-dearest-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114594350137760353</id><published>2006-04-25T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:41:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes, and I received this really CUTE and ADORABLE present from some idiot today! It's super cuttteeeeee la my goodness I love it! I'll have a picture of it posted soon. Thanks IDIOT!  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, your lucky! Blogger didn't go havoc! And see I blogged bout you already, happy? Haha. Okay la, shayna rocks. eeeeeeeyyeerrrr! Hahahaa, I shall stop sprouting nonsense and continue with my art. Hopefully, blogger doesnt reject me the next time I try to use it! Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nice enough to blog about you, you better be happy! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114594350137760353?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114594350137760353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114594350137760353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114594350137760353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114594350137760353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-yes-and-i-received-this-really-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114594296545210061</id><published>2006-04-25T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:29:25.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back home so very early at eleven, today.&lt;br /&gt;Two papers down - Both languages, Eng + Chinese, seven more to go! So lets see, Chinese Prelims was hell difficult! But I guessed it had to be that way. Afterall, it was the prelims and it's supposed to have help prepare us for the upcoming Chinese O level paper next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now; English, it was more or less alright. At least I understood the passage! It was not those long, boring passages we used to have in the past in which we would have no clue what it would be talking about and all. This time, the passage was about blogging! So I guess it was pretty much easier for us to understand, as most of us would know what blogging is all about. Rather disappointed I couldnt finish my summary on time though, that proves how much I have to STOP spending so much time writting neatly. I've decided! For the next few exams, heck the messy handwriting!, just make sure it's readable. I've to get rid of this bad habit or else I'll never be able to finish my papers on time even though I may know the answers! That'd be such a pity, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! I dont see why the school is suddenly so strict over exams. I mean yes, it is important to be strict when it comes to exams, but not to the point that we HAVE to use ziploc bags to hold our pens, pencils, and whatever necessary stationaries thats required. Pencil boxes ARENT allowed into the examination hall, regardless whether its big or small, transparent or not. Can you imagine, a whole hall of ziploc bags as pencil cases, haha trust me its crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, ART is driving me nuts. Seriously, I'd do anything just to trade her for Mrs Zailee, I need Mrs Zailee so badly I tell you. All she knows how to do is be hell sacarstic, and nag and shout at us, telling us we're behind time blablablah. It's just the same thing over and over again, its seriously annoying and pissing the shit out of me! And I suppose Mel and I will only get back that CD we passed her like next year after our exam! The excuses she gives, rah forget it. Don't wish to elaborate. All I know is, 7 boards by Friday! SEVEN! It's gonna be a couple of sleepless nights this two/three days  : (  I want my A!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114594296545210061?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114594296545210061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114594296545210061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114594296545210061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114594296545210061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-home-so-very-early-at-eleven.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7007420.post-114570549762909368</id><published>2006-04-22T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:35:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekends finally here.&lt;br /&gt;It's been an exhausting week.&lt;br /&gt;Tests after tests, after tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happenings of this week:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio Mock Exam (sec three and four topics), Physics Practical Test, Chinese Prelims Listening Comprehension, SS Test, English Prelims Orals (with Ms Yip as the examiner), Chow's 15th birthday, Raphael's 17th  (Happy Birthday to the both of you'll once again  :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the &lt;strong&gt;NAT&lt;/strong&gt;ball finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height:200px; width: 250px" src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/66/6737/320/26980142133006l.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love NATball don't we? Haha, well done Nat!  : )  So proud of you. Congratulations to the rest of the netballers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happenings next week, starting from Monday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams begin, with Chinese Prelims as the first paper.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be hours of chinese tuition tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, exams are gonna be held in&lt;br /&gt;the hall with the entire sec four/five&lt;br /&gt;level, how stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! I've had enough of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR THE EXAMS ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7007420-114570549762909368?l=shakeit-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/feeds/114570549762909368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7007420&amp;postID=114570549762909368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114570549762909368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7007420/posts/default/114570549762909368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeit-.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekends-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
