<?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-17798159</id><updated>2011-12-03T12:55:24.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance! Boogie Wonderland (EARTH, WIND &amp; FIRE)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-8257883965394120361</id><published>2009-06-23T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:15:55.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye :)</title><content type='html'>I've &lt;a href="http://sereneapple.livejournal.com"&gt;mooooved&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-8257883965394120361?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/8257883965394120361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=8257883965394120361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8257883965394120361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8257883965394120361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye :)'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-5892092556773393519</id><published>2009-03-29T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:58:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim, Walk, Mall Cop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medthodist Walkathon at unearthly hour of 7 on SATURDAY. That's even earlier than a normal school day! Lucky us for being one of the classes that raised the least. Haha. Anyway, I thought it'd be like a nice morning walk. But it was a FOUR KILOMETRES walk. I wonder how the kids made it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/walkathon2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/walkathon3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/walkathon4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to KAP to meet DAWN AND CARISSA :D I slept for like an hour while they played Mortimer. Haha. Finally got the Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends album &lt;strong&gt;WITH&lt;/strong&gt; the Prospekt's March [EP]! I'm so ridiculously happy now :) And we watched Mall Cop (Shopaholic was sold out, grah) which was quite a terrible alternative. The storyline was honestly crap but it was lamely entertaining. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST SWIM PE. It wasn't that weird cause there were less than 10 guys. Hahaha. We did categorizations and I'm in Freestyle 1. I really didn't know how to swim freestyle so attempted it terribly (starting laughing, then choking). Haha. Conclusion: swim PE's pretty fun! But troublesome cause you have to bring all your bathing stuff and it doesn't help that I've got Chem lab after :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-5892092556773393519?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/5892092556773393519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=5892092556773393519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5892092556773393519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5892092556773393519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/03/swim-walk-mall-cop.html' title='Swim, Walk, Mall Cop.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7889821643528443698</id><published>2009-03-13T23:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:00:16.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vile Microscopes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School's been busy busy busy. All the stress of completing tutorials and actually understanding what's going on in lectures is pretty overwhelming. I'm not used to some teachers really. Sometimes, they seem like they wanna just get things over and done with. Rushing through lessons without really realising that hey, some people are actually lost. I miss secondary school teachers. You can clarify whatever you want in class and they'd actually make the effort to answer your question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I HATE Bio practicals now. It's ridiculously tough and I always struggle to do things right. There're like a billion steps and things to do and you've got to magically do them (yes, all one billion) in an hour. AND, answer the nonsense questions attached behind. First practical, we used the microscopes. The vile things gave me a horrible headache. Especially when you use the objectives with the highest power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trainings have been really trying - physically and mentally. I really don't know how I'm going to survive when it's gonna be three times a week. It is fun when we actually play the game, but getting the steps and movement right is really frustrating sometimes. But it does help that Coach is pretty nice and smile-ish about things in general. Though he smiles a little too much sometimes... but he's alright. And the team is shrinking - from 19 to 15. But I'm looking forward to our bonding camp next week. I've seen the programme for the camp and it looks fu-un :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, my class has been pretty fine. There're only 3 guys in my class though. Surprise of the century or what. I guess it's because of Bio. 3 guys, 22 girls. But people are generally nice. And it helps that I've got Eunice dear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lord, I need Your grace. Help me learn to lean on You and not on my own strength. For the road is tough and I know not of what lies ahead. But most certainly, You are my refuge, a source of hope and strength.&lt;/span&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/17798159-7889821643528443698?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7889821643528443698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7889821643528443698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7889821643528443698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7889821643528443698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-draw-closer-to-him.html' title='Vile Microscopes.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6792677901507176849</id><published>2009-02-27T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:25:46.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Sticks, Pool &amp; Guitar Hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OG outing today was AWESOME. I had so so so much fun. Though I'm not exactly very good at pool. Haha. And thanks for the cake! I was really surprised. I was so oblivious, I can't believe it. They had actually brought the cake to the pool place and I didn't even realise it. You people are awesome. Some left and then there were 7, counting YouWei (is that how you spell it), who's now part of our OG. Haha. Headed down to Arielle's place and I tell you, GUITAR HERO IS THE BEST GAME EVER. Took turns to play the instruments and sing. &lt;i&gt;Beat It&lt;/i&gt; is SO hard to sing. Patrick Stump's voice is so high. Only Emmanuelz could sing it. Hilarious. And Vanesa kept humming like nonsense but she still hit the pitch. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of OG outings, we had an awesome one on Wednesday :D Even though it rained so heavily during cross-country and we were entirely drenched &amp;amp; dripping wet (literally), we still went for OG dinner! At AMK Hubz. Hahaha. You must think we're obsessed with each other or something. Met many other OGs there too. Played 7-UP after dinner; super hilarious. But the punishment wasn't that gross. Really. And we did so much stupid stuff I'll never forget :D Like going round the table and each person has to sing one note higher than the one before. LOL. So after spending like 4 hours in wet shoes and socks, my feet were ULTRA gross when I got home. They hurt cause they were so prune-y. And they were a different &lt;i&gt;colour.&lt;/i&gt; I know, gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER WITH THE BEST FRIEND TMR :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6792677901507176849?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6792677901507176849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6792677901507176849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6792677901507176849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6792677901507176849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/02/hockey-sticks-pool-guitar-hero.html' title='Hockey Sticks, Pool &amp; Guitar Hero.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-9072053515641141489</id><published>2009-02-22T14:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:56:53.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Miss My OG Tuh Duh Maxxx :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We officially got our timetables and mine's SO different from my OG's! :( Cause most of them are taking Physics and different subjects from me. Grahhhhhh. I'm really gonna miss them. I'll probably only see Bio-takers more often. The rest of them are so far away :( I barely see some of them anymore. I'm gonna miss you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanted to put a picture of my OG here, but my scanner isn't workingz. STUPIDTECHNOLOGY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-9072053515641141489?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/9072053515641141489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=9072053515641141489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/9072053515641141489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/9072053515641141489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-miss-my-og-tuh-duh-maxxx.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Miss My OG Tuh Duh Maxxx :('/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4347835190315376680</id><published>2009-02-22T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:56:36.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BFFs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/CIMG1253-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met up with my beloved Carissa, Dawn &amp;amp; Gladys. Saturday was my best day so far in this strange and change-filled 2009. It's so so comforting to be around you all, without a care in the world. After yesterday, I realise how much I really truly miss you guys. Not being in the same school stinks and I miss talking to you people. Gosh, I nearly teared at the train station :( We are going to meet up at least once a month, even if it means having to travel to Serangoon (me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they remembered my birthday! Five days early :) And they got me a cake &amp;amp; Mortimer! I was really surprised. (Except for the part when I saw Carissa running away. Hahaha.) Anyway, you people are AWESOME. I love you guys X infinity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4347835190315376680?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4347835190315376680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4347835190315376680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4347835190315376680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4347835190315376680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bffs.html' title='My BFFs.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3633933609059681887</id><published>2009-02-13T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:29:11.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was madness, but really fun. I really love Valentine's here in AC. Omg, I love my OG for being so awesome today. Gift galorez. What was surprising was the guys. We didn't really expect anything from them. But Yi Shuo, Emmanuel, Terry, etc! You guys are so sweet. Haha. And Vicks, Drusilla &amp;amp; Wei Han were like the best, giving the &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; group a balloon each. Aw I love you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes seemed so irrelevant today, random pockets of time that went past really slowly. I actually missed a lecture today - Geog. Wasn't really intentional. We were already like 15 minutes late when we realised that we had Geog, so hence the great escape. Which many people are surprised at, coming from me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SA to see all our beloveds :) I miss them like crazy :( I'm so so proud of SuYee and her short skirts (haha); miss her like mad. I miss Suzzie too :( Really wish they were here in AC. Annnd, the walk from the train station to SA is ridiculous. I think partly because we took the longer round and walked to the main gate. Eunice, Eleana and I were legless when we walked back to the MRT station; our legs ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our way back to school for MUTS! &lt;i&gt;Movie Under The Stars.&lt;/i&gt; Or rather its lack thereof. Haha. Cloudy night. They screened The Notebook, a romance (erps, duh). The storyline was a little expected and it was really really sad. I'm not one for sad shows though. And we watched it at the basketball courts with zero lights on. Quite cool except for the fact that the floor was really hot and our bums were cooking for that two hours. Pretty uncomfortable but it was enjoyable :) I think the movie's like NC16/M18 so they were super funny when they came to the sex scenes. The video crew would blur out the screen and two guys would do like lame shadow puppets on the screen. Hahaha. Super anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz's &lt;i&gt;Lucky&lt;/i&gt; has been stuck in my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3633933609059681887?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3633933609059681887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3633933609059681887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3633933609059681887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3633933609059681887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s!'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-2347515622190779242</id><published>2009-02-11T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:06:20.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream That Came True.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These past few days have been an emotional rollercoaster. Feeling tired, overwhelmed. With all the choices we had to make - subject combinations, CCAs, etc. But the end of today was like the bomb. Ignoring the stupid badminton tryouts. Major mood-dampener. And, I realised that it is practically impossible to breathe in the badminton hall. Stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited around with dearest M &amp;amp; R till 5-ish. Tryouts were real tiring but.. I'm in volleybaaaall :D The best part is that Michelle made it too! It is like our dream. Omg, thank you God thank you God. Your favour and grace never ceases to amaze me, truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-2347515622190779242?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/2347515622190779242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=2347515622190779242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2347515622190779242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2347515622190779242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-that-came-true_11.html' title='The Dream That Came True.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4738420763201574033</id><published>2009-02-11T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:09:10.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.C.R.O.N.Y.M.S.</title><content type='html'>Hello peoples :) I know I appear dead, but really I'm still here. Been too lazy to blog plus was sick at the end of last week, soo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was okay. I bet that's surprising. Everyone's like "OMG, I LOVE (RESPECTIVE SCHOOL'S) ORIENTATION. I LOVE THIS AND THAT AND THE WIDE WORLD" It was fun, yes. But the talks in the mornings really drain you and then in the afternoon you have to be really high and enthusiastic. Quite extreme. That I thought was quite annoying. No choice I guess. But I thought the mass dance was pretty cool and well-planned (though I can't dance for donuts.) The games were fun too. But mud day was really.. muddy. Mud-pits, people throwing mud at you &amp;amp; mud fights. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the OGLs are really great. I really like my OGLs now. I think we actually bonded more after the orientation. Haha. Irony. Drusilla is like the nicest most sweetest senior ever, really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject registration today. I'm taking BCMG. Hahaha. Go figure it out. I think this acronym thing is ridiculously hilarious. The first time I heard it was from Hazel. I was like whaat? Lol. Everyone's using it like some kool lingo. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. I'll reply your tags soon, I promise promise promise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.S Carissa, Dawn &amp;amp; Gladys, WE STILL HAVE TO MEET UP. Sorry for last week. This week?? I'll text you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4738420763201574033?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4738420763201574033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4738420763201574033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4738420763201574033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4738420763201574033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/02/acronyms.html' title='A.C.R.O.N.Y.M.S.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6063737649838974527</id><published>2009-01-30T08:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:56:10.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To AEJC (Haha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sleep last night was baad. I couldn't sleep till like 2 and my sleep was highly disturbed by my annoyingly persistent dreaming (or nightmares). I dreamt I got into Anglo-English Junior College. Whatnonsense. Then I drifted off somewhere and suddenly I was in Anderson. Talk about pre-results jitters. This is worse than getting the O Level results, which shouldn't even be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom woke me up abruptly at 7.45. Was really annoyed till I realised what day this freaking was. Being the chicken I apparently am, I didn't even dare to log on to the JAE website myself. (Yeah, I didn't give them my handphone number, so no message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello ACJC. Despite all the crap, rumours and nonsense I've heard about you, here I come. I must say I'm thrilled beyond my bones that M is coming (most likely 60%!) :) *Hyperventilates at the thought.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm still not ready for school to start yet :/ Two months of holidays aren't enough. And the thought of Monday is a little daunting. Grahhh I'm gonna miss waking up without the aid of my stupid alarm clock which isn't capable of waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm pretty pleased with the fact that my friends generally got to where they wanted to go :) Congratulations, you guys really deserve it. But I'm gonna miss seeing you people on an almost daily basis :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out soon for rendezvous with the history group. &lt;i&gt;Whattowear, whattowear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, just realised that SOOOOOOO many peoplez from St. Marg's got into ACJC. Shocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6063737649838974527?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6063737649838974527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6063737649838974527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6063737649838974527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6063737649838974527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-aejc-haha.html' title='I&apos;m Going To AEJC (Haha)'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4356833584084447403</id><published>2009-01-23T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:23:32.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Robbie Isn't Your Robbie.</title><content type='html'>Clarification. When I refer to Robbie, I'm not referring to Robert Pattinson from Twilight (whom I still think isn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; hot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm referring to Robbie from &lt;i&gt;Angus, Thongs.&lt;/i&gt; And his a.k.a isn't something I thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's quite funny how people think that Robbie is the pet name I gave to Robert Pattinson. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4356833584084447403?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4356833584084447403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4356833584084447403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4356833584084447403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4356833584084447403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-robbie-isnt-your-robbie.html' title='My Robbie Isn&apos;t Your Robbie.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4269524753129246347</id><published>2009-01-23T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:17:07.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tingler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to catch my breath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fringe Festival (with Michellle)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Museum of Broken Relationships. We caught it on the last day :) I thought it was pretty neat (not in the sense of the word). Apologies for the poor picture quality; was using my phone's camera (Surprise, surprise. Not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/Image222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/Image222.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/Image259.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept her tears in this very bottle. (There's a wee bit of liquid in there, if you look hard enough. Yeap, those are &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; tears.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/Image232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover bag. A case of ex-bestfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/Image263.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Tingler.&lt;br /&gt;Dated: 2005&lt;br /&gt;From: Zagreb, Croatia&lt;br /&gt;Description: Tingler, an erotic head massager. One of the things one doesn't give back to ex-girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I was mildly amused by this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youchelleloveme.livejournal.com/" target="blank"&gt;M's&lt;/a&gt; lj has the whole story behind the items. So if you wanna read them, you know what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND, SOME WRETCHED PERSON STOLE HER PHONE TODAY :( Curse the crowd and her YakPak's front pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4269524753129246347?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4269524753129246347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4269524753129246347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4269524753129246347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4269524753129246347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/01/tingler.html' title='The Tingler'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-5716481488127167140</id><published>2009-01-13T21:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:06:59.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Stationery Shop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so tired. Went out to the ACJC open house today. It was okay, I guess. The so-called goodie bag was sad though. I mean after going to the poly open houses, this is like really sad. I guess it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; kinda last minute and things. We watched the guitar ensemble, choir and harp ensemble play. At least I hope that's what they're called. They are pretty good. Yes, we saw Nathan Hartono (is that spelt right). He's one of the rare Asians that look &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good. I bet the girls there are like clawing each other to get a piece of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA booths were.. informative. And Michelle's friend was eh, really useful. That sounded strange. Anyway, he graciously took the annoying goodie bags from us so we wouldn't have to lug them all over the place. It was freaking annoying to carry that thing around when there wasn't anything inside that we wanted. And I learnt something really interesting about rugby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cabbed down to town and ate at Aston's. Food there is TO DIE FOR. We went at the strange hour of 3 but yet we still had to wait. That's how good the food is. We waited quite a bit but the food was like so ridiculously good that the wait was really worth it. Then we did stationery shopping at our &lt;u&gt;SECRET STATIONERY SHOP&lt;/u&gt; which has the best, coolest, awesomest stationery &lt;i&gt;ever.&lt;/i&gt; We really LOVED the stationery there. We stayed there for like almost two hours. I bet the people there wanted to smack us cause we were a bit mad. Haha. Michelle youcrazygirl. And we didn't discuss any JC options at all cause we were too carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so stressful. I'm really stumped as to which JCs I should put in the option form. And even so, which one should be my first choice? I mean, come on, everyone knows that the first choice is actually the only one that matters. HEADACHE :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S (testing pens): Hey Michelle, what colour is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interrupts Michelle who's happily&amp;amp;busily trying pens as well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: It's like dark blue duh. Are you colour blind?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-5716481488127167140?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/5716481488127167140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=5716481488127167140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5716481488127167140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5716481488127167140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/01/secret-stationary-shop.html' title='The Secret Stationery Shop.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4332011691186423856</id><published>2009-01-13T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:35:46.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As to the 12th of January, I say &lt;i&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/i&gt;. I thank the Lord for seeing me through and blessing me. He has been a great source of strength and I give all glory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased with my results. But being a human being, I find myself comparing my results to others and suddenly, I don't feel that my results were &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; great. I really hate comparison, but it's human nature. Sometimes, we are all such hypocrites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4332011691186423856?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4332011691186423856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4332011691186423856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4332011691186423856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4332011691186423856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/01/carpe-diem.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6465239470062081455</id><published>2009-01-10T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:32:10.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement Day Is Looming.</title><content type='html'>The thought of Monday gives me the creeps :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/spider1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like looking at this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6465239470062081455?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6465239470062081455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6465239470062081455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6465239470062081455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6465239470062081455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/01/judgement-day-is-looming.html' title='Judgement Day Is Looming.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6800270640710952603</id><published>2009-01-07T00:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:35:20.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Made My Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the greatest evening/night of my life today(6/1). Met up with Michelle (ohmygod, I love this girl) for dinner at Clarke Quay. We ate pretty bad Fish&amp;amp;Chips are Fisherman's Wharf (haha) but I had soo much fun talking to her. She's just so nice to be around with :) We roamed around the whole SingaporeRiver area and sat along the river. (I was actually kinda afraid of falling into the river and dying..) We talked for a gazillion hours. Major HTHs and other random nonsense. I love how we can talk and digress so much to a point where we'll be like,'What were we initially talking about?' Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Michelle is THE most random person in the world. (She's actually more random than SuYee!) I think she gets distracted really easily. She's talking seriously about something and suddenly she's like,"Hey you see that building over there... It looks like it's called &lt;i&gt;Penis&lt;/i&gt;..." HAHAHAHA. It was actually Peninsula Plaza, you perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ice-cream and walked around the club/pub-ish area with lots of restaurants and ANGMOHS. Omg, I haven't laughed this hard in so long. We were doing the most ridiculous things and laughing like loons. And Michelle likes to announce very loudly, "LOOK OVER THERE" and give specific instructions loudly (while laughing madly at the same time) to look somewhere and the person will kinda like know that we were looking. Hahaha. I was trying very hard not to walk into the random poles in the middle of the street through all that laughing and shrieking. It was quite challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we tried to sit on the bridge. As in not at the edge. We wanted to be like the Bridge People. Hahaha. Had difficulty getting up. Rather embarassing at first but no one was really looking and I think the only people who really saw us were the Italianos taking a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanna say that I thank God for Michelle. She's such a blessing, a dear and I LUFF YOU TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6800270640710952603?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6800270640710952603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6800270640710952603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6800270640710952603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6800270640710952603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/01/michelle-made-my-day.html' title='Michelle Made My Day.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4703880780536112203</id><published>2009-01-04T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:12:52.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need an ambulance; I'm going to have a heart attack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG, something freaking scary just happened (@around10pm). I was merrily playing The Apprentice when I received a phone call from a number I didn't recognise. That's pretty normal cause after I forgot to transfer all my contacts into my sim card before I sent it for servicing. (I know really dumb. So don't be offended if you message me and I'm like 'who are you?' and stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered the call and the person (male voice) was like, &lt;i&gt;"You have seven days left..."&lt;/i&gt; (At least that was what I could make out cause he was trying to sound spooky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SUPER freaked out and I quickly cancelled the call. I really did not want to hear what he had left to say. Then, the person called again. Being the chicken I am, I switched off my phone. I switched it on like 10minutes later and the person apparently tried calling another 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's probably a prank call/prank calls. But I'm &lt;i&gt;REALLY&lt;/i&gt; scared of this sorta thing. Which is why I never watch horror shows. I've only watched 2 horror shows in my 16 years on this planet and they have impacted me badly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shutter: Freaking scared of looking at photos for like a month after that.&lt;br /&gt;2) Seed of Chucky: I HATE DOLLS NOW THANKYOUVERYMUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This horror/gore stuff is not for the faint-hearted I tell you. My heart is like still beating and it has been like 40 minutes! Omg, I'm really such a chicken. I think the probability of me going into cardiac arrest is very very high. I still haven't switched on my phone. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the silliest thing is that the number isn't even private. The number is registered in my phone. Noooo way am I calling back. What if it's a shaman?! Or a WITCH DOCTOR?! Okay, there goes my heart. I'm not switching my phone on till tomorrow. Thank God I won't be home alone tomorrow. Thankyouthankyouthankyou Carissa&amp;amp;Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, how am I going to sleep later on.&lt;br /&gt;I know laugh at me; I'm the big 16-year-old scaredy-cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4703880780536112203?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4703880780536112203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4703880780536112203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4703880780536112203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4703880780536112203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-ambulance-im-going-to-have-heart.html' title='I need an ambulance; I&apos;m going to have a heart attack.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-8007379034954204105</id><published>2009-01-03T14:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:09:21.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Ear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Year's Eve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Pavarne! I love our yearly meet-ups. I've known her for like 8 years!My best primary school friend evaxzz. Haha. We spent so much time catching up that time really whizzed pass. We got a drink at LongJohns and before we knew it like 2hours passed and we had to sort of rush to our movie. Haha. We caught Bedtime Stories. It was funny, no surprise there. Then we walked like all the way to Orchard area and took the loong train ride home. All the best for your O Level year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got home, showered and all that doodad. And instead of watching the countdown party nonsense on tv, we smartened up and did rentals. Yeah! We had romance, action and animation. Much more entertaining than watching the silly party thing on Channel 5 cause the performances are usually boring and they do the things they do because of a lack of a better option. So at 11.55 we switched back to Channel 5 and watched the fireworks. That is after all the best part of the whole 2-hour nonsense. The fireworks were pretty, but the only thing that I could think about was: &lt;i&gt;POLLUTION&lt;/i&gt;. Seriously the sky was so smoky that it was unnerving to even watch. I got bored of it really quickly. I don't really like fireworks that much cause they make your ears hurt really badly if you're watching them live. I'd always be a little deaf after watching fireworks. Haha, no wonder it called Happy New (Y)ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the wonderful fireworks at Marina. The music that accompanied the whole display was quite strange. Maybe they were trying to be multi-racial? Anyway, my mom was so excited about the fireworks, as she always is. There was some countdown party thing near my area and they did fireworks too. And when they started the fireworks, my mom flew to the window (literally) and scream, "Faster! Come and seeeeeeeee!" -.- Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Year's Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Oreo Cheesecake! Success! I must thank the awesomest, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;LENGSUYEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! She supplied me with the recipe and tips :D This recipe is really really good. I didn't even have to bake it. Just leave it in the fridge overnight. Whoopee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/oreocheesecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know it doesn't look that appetising. This is before refrigeration. I'm too lazy to upload the after picture. Haha. Even my brother said that it was good. Ahahahaha. This is (I think) the FIRST CAKE I'VE EVER MADE. I'm soo happy :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS SUYEE!!! ♥&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/17798159-8007379034954204105?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/8007379034954204105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=8007379034954204105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8007379034954204105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8007379034954204105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-ear.html' title='Happy New Ear!'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3204769190683825147</id><published>2008-12-24T14:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:54:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He/She?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mother with her young boy bumps into an old acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acq: So what's your child's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Ashlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acq: I meant your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: &lt;i&gt;Ashlee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acq: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I put acquaintance instead of friend cause I don't think your friend would ask for the name of your &lt;i&gt;child&lt;/i&gt;. Sounds so distant and cold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Suz&amp;amp;Aalya who are now tearing it up in Australia&amp;amp;Egypt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I'm off to do the extreme last-minute Christmas shopping now. Chao chao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, have a blessed &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;mas&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/17798159-3204769190683825147?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3204769190683825147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3204769190683825147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3204769190683825147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3204769190683825147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/12/heshe.html' title='He/She?'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6667150026850230479</id><published>2008-12-24T13:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:16:43.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Local Bands Aren't That Bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm proud to say that I've contributed to the collection of WhiteBalls (with well wishing written on them) along Esplanade :) Met up with Grace and we had lunch at Carls Jr. and we caught &lt;i&gt;Yes Man&lt;/i&gt;. It was hilarious. Everyone in the cinema was er quite enthusiastic. Haha. Though I felt that Jim Carrey's a little too old to be with Zooey Deschanel. But whatever cause his expressions are so classic. We talked and walked aimlessly (Something I realise I'm getting quite good at, without getting lost) and landed at Marina Square and then Esplanade. We went to the riverside and managed to catch &lt;i&gt;Supernova&lt;/i&gt; playing at the outdoors theatre. They are really good. But the crowd sucked. Everyone was dead, no one responded when the lead singer tried to interact with the crowd and the applause was really sad. Then we saw this booth and we managed to get one of those huge white balls you see floating on the SingaporeRiver (looks like pollution).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/esplanadebands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands we heard were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/whiteball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patriot at work, yo. (Actually I'm just doodling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/whiteball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Grace is really proud of her teachers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat, drew and watched bands perform. We managed to catch Axecalibur which were &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; good. They are a little on the hardcore side but if you love rock you'll loove them. The guitar solo is wicked. His fingers were flying up and down the fretboard faster than you can say the word &lt;i&gt;Fast&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/axecalibur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axecalibur. (Picture quality sucks cause I'm using my phone's camera which is nonsense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying thing was they kept drinking water on stage. I know they're not professional and all but you surely can survive not drinking water for like 45 minutes right? But anyway, they sang a Mr. Big song which was really really really really great. I honestly prefer their version of the song compared to the original one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE! I'M &lt;i&gt;SO&lt;/i&gt; SORRY :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6667150026850230479?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6667150026850230479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6667150026850230479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6667150026850230479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6667150026850230479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/12/local-bands-arent-that-bad.html' title='Local Bands Aren&apos;t &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; Bad.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7648152061945441788</id><published>2008-12-18T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:25:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapid Rendezvous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh it's so windy over here. It's so windy that my innocent sunflower-shaped windmill thing can slice your head off. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo pooped. Extreme last minute Christmas shopping + many overdued outings consecutively = an almost dead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japan Media Arts Festival &amp;amp; Bolt (3D!)&lt;/strong&gt; with Carissa, Gladys, Dawn: I got scolded for taking pictures at 8Q. Haha. The JMAF is really cool. If you missed it, your loss. There are like 3 zones and they are all different. I liked the second one best (: We got to play Wii, Nintendo, PSP and read manga. I liked playing Paper Mario on Wii. The one on the first floor was really cool. There was a house built out of a chalkboard material. They gave us chalk to doodle (i.e. vandalise) :D Annnnd Bolt ROCKS. Don't listen to people who said it was lame or whatnonsense. It was really good. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuYee&amp;amp;ShanYing♥ : Funny thing (or rather strange) happened. SuYee and I met and boarded the train at Raffles City to get to Orchard. And we got off at the wrong station cause the announcements didn't match the actual station. So we got off at Newton -.- Ate at CoffeeClubz. The lasagna is &lt;i&gt;sedap&lt;/i&gt; X10000. And I got my guitar back :D It's so nice and bright-sounding now. Yay SweeLee. OH YES, we (or rather they) tried this new (or not so new) ice-cream place along CitiLink. It's called Marvelous Cream or something like that. I can't upload the pictures now cause my phone's sent for servicing. Gonna pick it up today (18/12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY GROUP OUTING!!! Okay, or rather Suzanna, Aalya &amp;amp;Serene outing. Haha. HueiDeen &amp;amp; Eunice couldn't make it - Penang, church. Fun fun fun fun. Aalya was like &lt;i&gt;an hour&lt;/i&gt; late :D Ate at Thai Express (favourite place). And we watched &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANGUS, THONGS &amp;amp; PERFECT SNOGGING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Omg, it is HILARIOUS. I love love love love love it. I love Brit movies. So ridiculously funny. And Robbie is fiiiiinnnnneee. I went to Google him but he doesn't look really good in pictures. He looked sooo marvy in the movie. Gosh, my heart melted everytime he comes on. And his cute accent is to die for. Suz and I would go crazy everytime the advert came on for Angus, Thongs on the big screen at Lido (We were at CoffeeBean at Wheelock) and desperately try to spot Robbie. Sorry Aalya. Haha. Aalya then went for her concert thing and Suz and I walked around for like 2HOURS. We talked and walked the whole RafflesCity and then all the way to the end of Suntec and back again. Haha fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEASEL: IF YOU'RE READING THIS YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE MOVIE. IT IS AS GOOD AS THE BOOKS!!!&lt;/span&gt; (But Massimino isn't in it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church and then rendezvous with Audrey :D We shopped and I bought two dresses! Pleased pleased pleased. I was smiling like an idiot. Then, I watched ANGUS... AGAIN! I know I'm crazy but we are avid fans of the books and she wanted to watch it so I gave in to peer pressure (Nah just kidding. I think I just wanted to look at Robbie again). Haha. Omg, there was this group of boys (Like all-boys, I think aged 12-13 watching the show)! I think the show's a little to crude for them. Hilarious. But once again, the theatre for this show was pretty empty cause people don't know how to appreciate this sorta thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, I finally meet up with my cousin Shandy. Love love love. We bought two Waffles series shirts for her boyfriend from Nike. It'll make a really cool Christmas gift. They'd even put the shirts in a waffle box. It's very kewl. Then lunch at Shokudo - pastas and awesome soups! Walked like talked like crazy and watched Twilight! (Sneaks haha) Okay, I was really upset when I found out that they cast Robert Pattinson as Edward but after watching the show, I think he can pull it off. I thought the show was pretty good. The Cullens house was REALLY REALLY nice. And I was really impressed that they kept note of Edward's eye-colour throughout the whole movie cause the only significant part was in the beginning when he first met Bella. But I felt that the movie was a little too rushed? I mean Bella's relationship with Edward advanced too quickly. They were like barely getting to know each other then suddenly they're like I can't live without you. Headed down to Sakae for sushi :) Wore the wrong shoes that day. Blisters-bonanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Shopping + feet (toes) appointment. My mom and I bought so much stuff that I kept banging into people as they walked past me. Annoyance. Hope I didn't break anything. Anyho, I bought new shoes! This one was love at first sight. Justine said my toenails were growing out nicely (YAY) and that this was the last appointment. Sad. I bought her some cheesecake from CoffeBean. I'm gonna miss her a lot. Ahhhh. Had sushi for dinner (AGAIN) cause my mom craved for it and and I no say in the matter. I'm going to stay away from sushi for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, this post is getting too long. I'm addicted to Sims now. Played it till 4 last night. I played Sims1 (I know I'm really outdated) and it's so easy to make them fall in love and stuff. Plus, in Sims1 they don't get fat if they don't exercise. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-7648152061945441788?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7648152061945441788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7648152061945441788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7648152061945441788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7648152061945441788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/12/rapid-rendezvous_18.html' title='Rapid Rendezvous.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3954417832814433535</id><published>2008-12-12T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:40:01.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Brother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He (my brother) just bought me dinner without me asking. I was supposed to get my own dinner cause the folks are out, but I was too lazy. So I made Nutelloze (created it maself yo), which hardly qualifies as dinner. So back to the point: ShockSurpriseShock. PLUS, the food actually tastes damn good. WHOA. And he just came back from camp (army). He usually rushes home to bathe and sleep for a gazillion hours. And I checked, my mom didn't force him to buy dinner for me. That's the first reason I came to actually. Touched to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, I know you must be thinking: Big deal. Not unless you have a big brother who can be pretty narcissistic at times :D Heh. Anyway, I'm just recording this down for future purposes so that when I feel the urge to kill my brother for snatching the tv remote to watch the damned ESPN and CHANNEL SURF LIKE MAD, I will think back to good times like these. Ahh, sibling love.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3954417832814433535?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3954417832814433535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3954417832814433535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3954417832814433535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3954417832814433535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-my-brother.html' title='I Love My Brother.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-5010432425033847152</id><published>2008-12-12T19:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:20:01.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grooving to: Coldplay!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Seas would rise when I gave the word&lt;br /&gt;Now in the morning I sweep alone&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the streets I used to own&lt;br /&gt;I used to roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen as the crowd would sing:&lt;br /&gt;"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"&lt;br /&gt;One minute I held the key&lt;br /&gt;Next the walls were closed on me&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered that my castles stand&lt;br /&gt;Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Once you know there was never, never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;That was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the wicked and wild wind&lt;br /&gt;Blew down the doors to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered windows and the sound of drums&lt;br /&gt;People couldn't believe what I'd become&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionaries Wait&lt;br /&gt;For my head on a silver plate&lt;br /&gt;Just a puppet on a lonely string&lt;br /&gt;Oh who would ever want to be king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can not explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter will call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can not explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter will call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SUYEE: Haha, you were right. I'm too lazy to upload the pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, I'm really tired and I'm broke :/)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-5010432425033847152?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/5010432425033847152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=5010432425033847152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5010432425033847152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5010432425033847152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/12/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva la Vida.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7329931400167341240</id><published>2008-12-10T08:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:04:01.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOOOOOO AWAAAAYYYYYY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY DO I HAVE THESE DAMNED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BLOGSHOP&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE TAGGING ON MY BOARD. THIS ISN'T FREE ADVERTISEMENT SPACE. GO AWAY.&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/17798159-7329931400167341240?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7329931400167341240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7329931400167341240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7329931400167341240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7329931400167341240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/12/gooooooooo-awaaaayyyyyy.html' title='GOOOOOOOOO AWAAAAYYYYYY.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4838948772418244990</id><published>2008-12-10T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:47:58.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Archibald Family - The Perfect Sims.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Omg, I just realised I've slept for 13 hours each night for three dayz in a row.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, waaaaaay overdue post. This was like supposed to be last week. BBQ at Dawn's place! I reached there like super super super early. The BBQ delivery guy came at like 4 plus. NOT ENOUGH CHARCOAL. Lousy cheapos. There were lotsa flies so we spent alot of the time flapping our arms like chickens :) Check out our muscular arms now - triceps and biceps man. And it just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to rain. Ugh. But it's okay. We were quick-thinking and shifted everything beneath the shelter. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, sleepover at Carissa' place. I love love love Carissa's house. We slept at like 4 plus 5? I think we had too much sugar. We nearly finished a whole packet of marshmellows with fondue. Yum. Carissa and I were the main culprits :) Watched GG with Gladys ♥♥♥ And we created the (almost) PERFECT SIM. HAHA. He's an Archibald. Hey hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Carissa bought for us these really cool + cute cookies from Japan. They are called maid cookie(s) :D Thanks Carissa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/maidcookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4838948772418244990?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4838948772418244990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4838948772418244990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4838948772418244990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4838948772418244990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/12/archibald-family-perfect-sims_10.html' title='The Archibald Family - The Perfect Sims.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-5991379595193471650</id><published>2008-12-08T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:46:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cab Driver from Hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello, I'm back (from my holiday). And yes I know I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to update. Anyway, T3 is mighty kewlz. We alighted at A20, like the furthest gate :/ Cab ride home from the airport was a NIGHTMARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He tailgated like all the way on the expressway. (Now this is not easy cause it’s like 12 midnight and there aren’t many cars for one to tailgate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Drove at 120 for almost the whole journey. Yes, even on normal roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Has slow reflexes: nearly crashed into another cab at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath the entire time. I usually doze off really quickly but I didn’t feel the least bit sleepy (no duh). My trip was okay, nothing really interesting. Bought lotsa cool stuff though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go for the... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/japanmediaartsfestival.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was out like pretty long ago. But at least I'm gonna catch it before it's over. :D :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-5991379595193471650?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/5991379595193471650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=5991379595193471650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5991379595193471650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5991379595193471650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/12/cab-driver-from-hell.html' title='Cab Driver from Hell.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7323338499380867344</id><published>2008-11-28T11:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:15:02.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustav the Table.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Project Dawn's Room. Went over to get measurements of her room. We brought cake and a candle! We'd even brought a lighter. But er, didn't know how to use it. Haha. We left the lighter in the fridge, by accident. HorrorShock. Hope we didn't make the liquid inside more explosive or something. (Btw, Dawn you still have to clean up your room :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a looong bus ride to Ikea. Fyi, the Ikea at Tampines is GINORMOUS. Okay, this is only the second time I've been there (Cause it's SO far away; I'd rather go to the one at Alexandra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/rows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gladys: Omg, so scary.&lt;/i&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/goldenballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoldenBallsxzx. They are &lt;i&gt;HUGE&lt;/i&gt;. That's Gladys's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/gustav-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table's called Gustav. As in like Gustav Stresemann. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/christmastree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty smart. We'll never need to worry about being able to place the star nicely on the top of our Christmas trees ever again. You see, the star is actually supposed to be attached to the ceiling. It isn't even connected to the tree. But now there's the problem of adjusting the seriously heavy tree directly beneath the star. Hmm, maybe not that smart an idea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to AngMoKio Library. It's in the middle of nowhere. Looked for GossipGirl (the book) cause they didn't show it this week. Gah. We are so desperate for GG goodness. Haha. I think its cause of Thanksgiving. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Madagascar2 tomorrow. Wonder if it is as hilarious as people make it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;XiaXue's&lt;/a&gt; latest post (25th Nov') is seriously &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;. Her photoshopping skills are phenomenal. Jack Black looks FIIIINNNNNEEEEEE &lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-7323338499380867344?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7323338499380867344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7323338499380867344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7323338499380867344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7323338499380867344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/11/gustav-table.html' title='Gustav the Table.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4145970607843623565</id><published>2008-11-25T14:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:25:56.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grave internal conflict.</title><content type='html'>Help.&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide which to watch.&lt;br /&gt;American Dad? Or Family Guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Simpson's out of the question 'cause it's a clear winner.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{  Homer: Operator! Give me the number for 911!  }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4145970607843623565?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4145970607843623565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4145970607843623565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4145970607843623565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4145970607843623565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/11/grave-internal-conflict.html' title='Grave internal conflict.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-1341691816447946428</id><published>2008-11-23T12:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:11:00.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>   Wii   </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PSLE results were out on Thursday. I think children these days are super smart. I actually know of only two 12-year-olds and their results, so you'd probably say that my overall judgement of the entire 12-year-old population in Singapore isn't very accurate. But anyway. They are still really smart. The only two I kinda know &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; got 260 and above. I feel a little dumb now. Haha. I think in the future we all have to have like permanent tuition teachers living in our homes to coach our kids and play Mozart all the time to ensure optimum learning levels. Ugh. Scccary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've come to a realisation that we (SuYee, SungHye, ShanYing, Rachel, Rebecca and I) are really good at Uno Stacko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/unostacko2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictorial evidence: The weight of the whole stack is resting on one tile (the purple tile). And you gotta admit, this is a preettty high stack. A first for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was really fun. We raided SuYee's closet which has really cool stuff. Played Wii, which I still don't like. It's so hard to stay in the sensor zone and the remote's really sensitive. I was really really bad at this horse-riding game (I still think it looks more cow than horse) and there was this monkey-racing game which I think we all sucked at except SuYee. You have to move and shake your arms fervently (like the action of beating drums, but much faster) to move faster. We looked super silly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - SEVEN DISHES (including soup).&lt;br /&gt;1) Chicken curry&lt;br /&gt;2) Spinach with Ikan Bilis&lt;br /&gt;3) Prawns&lt;br /&gt;4) Fish&lt;br /&gt;5) Cuttlefish with KangKong&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;u&gt;KOREAN&lt;/u&gt; Ginseng Chicken stuffed with glutinous rice (droooooool)&lt;br /&gt;7) Lotus soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was homemade, courtesy of SuYee's mom and dad :) Yum yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zathura was good. Except for the fact that it is &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; similar to Jumanji. Too similar in my opinion. It's like a space version of the board game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for &lt;s&gt;Tuesday &lt;/s&gt;Thursday: FURNITURE SHOPPING WITH MY FAVOURITE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-1341691816447946428?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/1341691816447946428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=1341691816447946428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1341691816447946428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1341691816447946428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/11/wii.html' title='&lt;s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wii&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-8812924980477153286</id><published>2008-11-18T11:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:21:05.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got rainforests in my room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O' Levels were officially over. Somehow I didn't feel as happy as I thought I would. I mean I was happy duh, but not as I expected. So we went ice-skating at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kallang&lt;/span&gt; Leisure something. Those skates are really gross and &lt;b&gt;smelly&lt;/b&gt;. Can you believe it: Up to that day, Carissa and Dawn have NEVER ice-skated before! But Carissa learnt super super quick. She found her ice feet first and was skating like a pro. She didn't even need to hold on to the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this guy in a black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;. He was REALLY ANNOYING. He's those pro-skaters that are really show-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;offy&lt;/span&gt; and freak you out on purpose. So he was teaching his friend how to skate and he suddenly came right smack in front of me! I can't believe I said this but I did anyway, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, I'm gonna kill you!" Cause I was losing my balance and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; really annoyed. And he said, "Please don't kill me". -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things That Irritate the Crap Out of Me at the Ice-Rink.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Holes in the ice. Some really considerate people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;loove&lt;/span&gt; to use the front of their skates to dig a hole in the ice. I dunno. Maybe they're ice-beavers or something and are responding to nature's call and are going into hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People spraying ice at you. A lot of show-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;offy&lt;/span&gt; skaters love to do this. They skate really fast and come to a stop really abruptly in front of you so that the ice sprays onto you. Gosh they think they're freaking ice-machines or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pro-skaters skating really really fast and they whizz in and out between lousy skaters (i.e. me) when they have the whole middle area to skate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People who cut into your 'lane' when you're already struggling to skate properly and keep your balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbecue at Mel's place :)Party beside a pool with no extra clothes = dangerous. At a point of time some of them were near the jacuzzi-looking pool and I think Gracie got pushed in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Then the madness began. Everyone started dragging each other into the pool. We, the smart ones, hid near the barbecue pit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it didn't rain. She ordered lots of food from the BBQ wholesale place. Yum yum yummy. But everything kept getting burnt on the outside but uncooked on the inside. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Like a quarter to half of the chicken wings were like that. So we basically ate loads of chicken skin. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. So healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And note for everyone, if you wanna have a barbecue, you need a BRUSH. We forgot one this time so we used a plastic fork as replacement. Yeah and the butter was kinda hard to spread over the food so they kept dripping onto the charcoal and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yeap&lt;/span&gt;, there were mini explosions going on. It was quite er, shocking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Quantum of Solace yesterday. It was okay I guess. Actually, there is no storyline. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. I think it's just a spin-off to the next movie. He's all about revenge and he sleeps with someone he met five minutes ago in like every movie. Horny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room cleaning in progress (or rather in continuation). Not very successful so far. I've so much crap that I can't bear to throw. So I'm actually just removing stuff from the shelves and putting them on the floor. The shelves now look really nice and empty but I can't see the floor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, I have like 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;rainforests&lt;/span&gt; worth of paper in my room. I NEED TO FIND A RECYCLE BIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-8812924980477153286?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/8812924980477153286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=8812924980477153286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8812924980477153286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8812924980477153286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-rainforests-in-my-room.html' title='I&apos;ve got rainforests in my room.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-5632172677279812428</id><published>2008-11-09T13:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:08:25.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Error: I'm not a human (?)</title><content type='html'>Okay 2 posts in one day. But this is hilarious. Almost everytime I try to comment at Michelle's blog I get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/hahaha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/hahaha2.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge) It's really pixelled. Sorry. Photoshop anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point. It's freaking funny!! The woes of not have a LiveJournal account. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-5632172677279812428?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/5632172677279812428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=5632172677279812428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5632172677279812428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5632172677279812428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/11/error-in-not-human.html' title='Error: I&apos;m not a human (?)'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6381816540303619902</id><published>2008-11-09T12:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:07:23.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning and the 'O' Levels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 papers left, both MCQ :) I can't believe the O Levels are going to be officially over soon. I've wait so long. I still hate the fact that the 'O' in 'O' Levels stand for ordinary. Ugh. Sounds so undistinguished and of no standard. And we study like mad for it. Can you image the Advanced Level. Anyway, I feel that our papers were a little weird, in general. As in it wasn't really expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical: A fish. Great huh. And we had to cut out the gills using a scalpel and those pliers-like things. The white tile was so bloody and everything reeked of fish. Now, that &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a weird paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper2: It was TWENTY pages long. But I think it was mainly due to large diagrams and they gave us &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; of writing space. A little unnerving cause you feel as though your answers aren't long enough. Oh and there were questions that asked specifically about parts in the kidney tubule which we were apparently supposed to &lt;em&gt;read through&lt;/em&gt; only. So annoying. I'd rather be penalised for getting it wrong due to my stupidity but I'd hate to faulted because I didn't know anything about the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Practical: Same ol', same ol'. Titration and QA. But the planning question was like 6marks?! So dead for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper2: A lot of people thought it was super easy. I was careless on a few parts. Argh. That's gonna cost me :/ Stupid electrolysis and the damn brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEQ: They swapped the (a) and (b) questions! I kinda got a shock and was pretty stumped. Yeah I know, I'm the typical rigid Singaporean student. I did the one on War in Europe though I kinda regret it now. Should've done the one on the Treaty of Versailles but I blanked out on that topic so I kinda had no choice. And I wonder if I answered the question. I had a tough time answering about whether the appeasement policy was 'justified'. The word is so annoying. I feel that my cycle of explanation was relatively weak. Groan. AND THEY MIXED CHAPTER 8 AND 9 TOGETHER. THAT SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ: We had to compare messages of 2 different sources. Strange. Never done it before but I thought it was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not gonna talk about the rest, just cause. Nah, I'm too lazy. It rained SUPER heavily last night. Thunderstorm with ridiculous lightning. The lightning flashed so periodically. It was like every 5 seconds. And it wasn't the usually one lightning bolt shape in the sky (yeah I see that a lot in the west), it was like a massive floodlight that keeps switching on and off abruptly. It lasted for more than 2 hours :/ I practically did not sleep. Eye bags... Groan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6381816540303619902?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6381816540303619902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6381816540303619902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6381816540303619902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6381816540303619902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/11/lightning-and-o-levels.html' title='Lightning and the &apos;O&apos; Levels.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-1329492865625569860</id><published>2008-11-07T12:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:19.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Whenever now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever's here now and I'm starting to blog again. Feels strange to blog. Haha. I've been meaning to blog. Really. But there's a little something called procrastination, a close friend of mine. Once I stop blogging for awhile, I'll tend to not want to continue blogging cause I feel so... It's like a backlog of homework and you just don't wanna start doing it cause it has been lying there for soo long. Ok I'm talking rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Last Day of School' (3/10/2008)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So school starting out as per normal. We actually had some lessons in the morning. Like SS. Then during English, everyone got their cameras out and starting cam-whoring. Mrs Raj was really nice about it. The classroom was chaotic. So the day started off with people writing autograph books (yeah we still do that :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's table, in its natural state of neatness :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the best people in the world. I love you guys to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is REALLY cool. Michelle and I have a mole on our arms that are exactly at the same spot! Tres cool. (They're the eyes of the face) Haha. Oh yeah. Dhanya thought I was bleeding after that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this picture is hilarious. I look like I got punched in the face. Haha. Something was wrong with my eye. Woke up looking like that. Great huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classroom looks like a tornado hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal, Me, Mrs Raj and Aalya! (Tricia and her were wearing these really cute ribbons in there hair :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulindra's ULTRA cool camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the Fairwell Assembly.&lt;/p&gt;Ok the Fairwell Assembly was kinda erm pathetic. There was a speech by Jessica, then Mrs Tan, then Rev. Barry. Whoopee. Then they gave out prizes to the CCA people which was like HALF the cohort. The remaining no-getting-awards people were segregated to the right side of the chapel :( Poor us. It was SO-O boring. Eunice started drawing fake jewelry on people's fingers and wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/17.jpg" border="o" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence #1. Haha. The wordings says Pink Diamond. Cause Ramya had a mosquito bite on her finger and it looked a little pinkish. So, Eunice drew a diamond over it and hence, the Pink Diamond. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/18.jpg" border="o" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence #2. It was so boring that &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; decided to eat :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then they made a slide show of pictures from each class and played those graduation-type songs (E.G. Graduation - Vitamin C). I think it meant to make us cry, or feel sad but I was quite indifferent actually. Haha. I mean hello this wasn't really the &lt;i&gt;last&lt;/i&gt; day we were gonna see each other. We still had like English supplementary classes and we would see each other during the O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the not-so-sad Fairwell Assembly, we went to the canteen for er, Reception (as they call it). Tables were assigned to each class and we had sparkling juice for YumSeng purposes. Haha. Michelle and I were like the first people from our class to reach there. Everyone else went to get their bags :/ And other classes were already YumSenging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see! 4/5 was already pouring the glasses (ok, plastic cups)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so after quite awhile our class came and the erm celebrations began (?).&lt;/p&gt;Yeah, so that's basically the roller coaster of emotions of the last day of school (not). I'm really not that sad to graduate actually. I don't really have that much emotional attachment to this school. And as for the people I'm closer to, well I know we'll keep in contact so no need to shed tears here. Ok I shall post of the O Levels soon. Off to play Neopets :) Haha. Imma ComputerGeek :B &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-1329492865625569860?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/1329492865625569860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=1329492865625569860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1329492865625569860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1329492865625569860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-whenever-now.html' title='It&apos;s Whenever now.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6159185207149725848</id><published>2008-08-22T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:53:16.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On hiatus, yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(In case you haven't already noticed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Back whenever :)&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/17798159-6159185207149725848?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6159185207149725848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6159185207149725848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6159185207149725848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6159185207149725848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-hiatus-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6379158580405900822</id><published>2008-07-27T12:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:19:48.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Incident of the Satay in the Evening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Day! I missed school in morning cause I had appointment with Mizz Juzzztine. That's how she pronounces it. Haha. I can wear shoes from Monday onwards :) Speech Day was surprisingly fun. Michelle was HILARIOUS. She made me laugh like a dog. We were &lt;em&gt;spotting&lt;/em&gt; seniors and I've learnt that Myitzu's definition of pretty/handsome is a little weird. Haha. Band conductor! Thanks to Michelle, my sense of humour is really warped :D But still love you table-partner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that a few of us had to go for the MP thing. About 15 of us had to go to Bukit Merah and attend a Meet-The-People session. Honestly, I've only read about such things in my SS textbook. Never knew there really were such things. So after Speech Day, about 4 of us took Rachel and Rebecca's parents' car there. We reached there about 20 minutes early and decided to have our dinner at the hawker centre across the MP place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archana, Suz and I walked around the whole place and Michelle went to buy drinks. There weren't any vegetarian or Halal food for Archana and Suz so we decided to order satay (from a Chinese stall). Suz and I decided to order 5 sticks per person. Since there were 4 of us sitting at the table, we ordered 20 sticks. And 4 ketupats. We totally forgot that Archana's a vegetarian. The person then asked what our table number was so I went back, checked the number, called Suz and told her. When the satay came, the lady was like, "16 dollars." In my mind I was thinking "16 dollars for satay?!" I put the thought aside cause of the fact that we ordered TWENTY sticks. So we paid her and started eating. Suddenly Michelle was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys didn't buy 20 sticks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We did!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle begins counting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU ORDERED 36 STICKS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our eyes popped&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all began counting like mad people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crap, she must have mixed up our table number with the number of satay sticks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began laughing like idiots. It was hilarious. So technically, Suz, Michelle and I had to eat 12 sticks of Satay. Instead of a mere 5. LOL. Anyhow, dinner was really really really fun :D I couldn't stop laughing. The MP session was SOOOOO anti-climax. I had to think sad thoughts to prevent myself from laughing at inappropriate timings. The session was quite an eye-opener actually. We never really knew that there were people in Singapore that were so unfortunate. One thing I didn't really like was the fact that our petition writer was quite skeptical, cynical and a little rude. Not to us but the residents mainly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met Carissa and Dawn and we went to Singapore Island Country Club :D It's quite cool. Really ulu though. Carissa and I swam and there was this really dangerous and rather plump boy in the pool. He kept cannonball-diving into the pool. We were so afraid that he would jump onto us. Literally. Then, Carissa's dad sent us to J8 in his (in my opinion) super cool car :D I had SUCH a great time at Mos. Carissa, your plans do fail! Haha. MY insides hurt so much from laughing. I love you guys :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6379158580405900822?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6379158580405900822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6379158580405900822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6379158580405900822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6379158580405900822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/07/curious-incident-of-satay-in-evening.html' title='The Curious Incident of the Satay in the Evening.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3513787721838955798</id><published>2008-07-20T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:18:19.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tang Yuan That Doesn't Look Like Tang Yuan. Beware...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mellow.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Omg, online shopping is soooo funnnnnnnn. I love the Internet and globalisation. The number of shops is endless. Wahaha. And I like receiving packages! So exciting. When the postman hands the package to you, you'll be like: Is it a bomb? A box of chocolates from a secret admirer? A kitten? A puppy? Oh wait, I ordered something a few days back... *Quickly opens the package carefully and squeals in delight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/Image122.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racial Harmony Day. It was okaay. We were pretty bummed cause Tolley's musical skit was screwed thanks to the stupid technical system in the hall. The thing is OBVIOUSLY SPOILT. How 'bout using some of that money we collected from those drives eh? Like the time the students came from India and were going to put up a performance for us, the mikes were spoilt. Embarrassing much. The food in the canteen was er... The Tang Yuan looked extremely weird. They were green, yellow, pink and every colour you would expect Tang Yuan not to be. Like they weren't white. ?! But kudos to the PSG though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viwawa.com/"&gt;http://viwawa.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fan of Dai Di (is that how you spell it), you should seriously go to this website and sign up. Apparently they called it Big 2.5 there. No idea what's with the 2.5. I mean the biggest card is 2 of spades but I dunno where the 0.5 comes from. I thought it was called Big 2. Which sounds like Big Toe and I refuse to call it that. Anyway, you get to play it with other players all over the world. I used to think I was good but apparently I suck compared to everyone else there. Haha. Dawn and Gladys helped Carissa and I to sign up. We're at like Level Two. And everyone else is at Level 20 something. Boooo. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3513787721838955798?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3513787721838955798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3513787721838955798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3513787721838955798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3513787721838955798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/07/online-shopping-is-soooo-funnnnnnnn.html' title='Tang Yuan That Doesn&apos;t Look Like Tang Yuan. Beware...'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-2196947295303234269</id><published>2008-07-08T18:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:26:56.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupational hazard: Significant Figures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/frustrated.gif" align="left" /&gt;This just in: Possibility of prom is &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; high. Omg. I've even got statistics for you. Only 130 people want prom. And we've got 299 people in the level. !!! !!! That's like a pathetic 43.5% (3s.f.) (occupational hazard; LMAO). Even if we manage to rope in like 2 more classes which is about 80 people, that'll only be 70%. For prom to actualise, we need 80-85% 'Yes's. I know there won't be any guys there but still. It's like PROM. We get to dress up, look gorgeous and wear ridiculous heels. Mdm Yeo said that it is most likely that we won't have prom. Again. Sadness X infinity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a crabby day. I shall eat a KitKat bar now cause it tastes oh-so-good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-2196947295303234269?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/2196947295303234269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=2196947295303234269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2196947295303234269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2196947295303234269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/07/occupational-hazard-significant-figures.html' title='Occupational hazard: Significant Figures.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4500016865186463653</id><published>2008-06-29T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:13:34.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're SO carbon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/blank.gif" align="left" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday - Learning Journey. Ironically, I didn't really learn anything. Except now I know that the rentals at Chinatown is ridiculously expensive (5 figure sums) and that there is a huge decrease in tourist arrivals, blah blah blah. Temple Street seemed so... mundane. It was pretty quiet and dead-ish when we got there. And now we have to do a report. Whoopee. How untimely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons have been pretty fun lately. Not that the teachers have become more exciting or anything. Crapping around in class is fu-un. Michelle and SuYee are like super funny. We came up with a new phrase during Chem, "You're so carbon". In other words, it means you're such an attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;Michelle, I don't have OCD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4500016865186463653?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4500016865186463653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4500016865186463653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4500016865186463653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4500016865186463653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-so-carbon.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re SO carbon&quot;'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6855957904828674320</id><published>2008-06-15T18:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:32:58.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Dubai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/amused.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where else but in Dubai? I really love forwarded emails now. My eyes have been opened. And now, the sky's the limit :D Who'd think of building a swimming pool across a coast when the sea's just sitting there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(click images to enlarge)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my friend, is a swimming pool. A swimming pool which is who knows how long it took to fill up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail-1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jaw drops&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail-2.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pool in a pool; Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail-3.jpg%22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail-3.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if aliens in outer-space are able to see this. They must think we're mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail-6.jpg%22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/mail-6.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pyramid structure is an indoor swimming pool. Faint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6855957904828674320?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6855957904828674320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6855957904828674320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6855957904828674320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6855957904828674320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-dubai.html' title='Ah, Dubai.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-2831769608923000279</id><published>2008-06-04T15:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:46:44.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawt Vampires.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/girl_organized.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;FACT: Vampires are &lt;strong&gt;HAWT&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Edward Cullen from Twilight, and that Kaname (sp) from Vampire Knight. Oo-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Bingo during A Math and English and I've come to learn that Michelle's really good at it (IG whaats :D). Though she does need to master the art of subtlety. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are getting obsessed with this whole weight-losing thing. It's a little scary. Haha. Walk from school all the way to KAP? Whoa. Kudos to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's Next Top Model is really getting crappier. Cycle 9 was pretty bad, I mean with the whole Saleisha winning thing. Erlack. &lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/chantal.jpg" target="blank" width="300"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chantal &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;should have totally won but anyways. And Cycle 10 is LE WORST. I think they totally let Whitney through cause she's a plus-sized model and they wanna make ANTM seem all wholesome and unbiased. BOOO. Anya was WAAY better. Whitney's pictures were so amateurish and blah. I'm sad. But thank God for Project Runway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-2831769608923000279?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/2831769608923000279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=2831769608923000279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2831769608923000279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2831769608923000279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/06/hawt-vampires.html' title='Hawt Vampires.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-5412180732483775562</id><published>2008-05-26T17:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:37:33.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoopideedoodah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CHINESE O LEVELS ARE OVER! At least for Paper 1 and 2. Woooooo. Paper 2 sucked. Like really bad. Even Su Yee (who's in Higher Chinese, a.k.a pro at Chinese) said so. Boo. All of us were kinda bummed that teenage related topics did not come out for our composition. It is like the easiest to write man, just condemn them (which just so happens to be ourselves) and make them sound so vulnerable and have no brains of their own. Haha. I was kinda disappointed that the question papers were like brownish in colour. I mean it's not cause they're old or anything, I think it's a type of recycled paper. How appropriate, cause we had one passage in Paper 2 that was about being environmentally friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensives for the next two weeks. When are we ever going to have a break man? First Mid Years, then Mother Tongue intensives, then Mother Tongue 'O' Levels, then intensives for the rest of the subjects. Where are the labour laws! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/IHeartDC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/christiainsiriano3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/christiainsiriano3.jpg" border="0" width="350" height="257"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old news, but Christian Siriano. I LOOOOOVE LOVE LOVE him. He's &lt;i&gt;fierce&lt;/i&gt;. Erlack. The picture's so pixelled. (Click for his full fierceness.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-5412180732483775562?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/5412180732483775562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=5412180732483775562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5412180732483775562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5412180732483775562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/05/chinese-o-levels-are-over-at-least-for.html' title='Whoopideedoodah.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-8258702563639978890</id><published>2008-05-21T18:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:46:30.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You CAN drown in air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/normal.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather is so so so warm. I'm drowning in the air (Geography: humidity=lots of water droplets in the air, I think. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;) Plus we've been checking our scripts in the hall (now known as the &lt;strong&gt;massive sauna&lt;/strong&gt; which keeps us captive for 4 hours or more) for two days straight. Blood has stopped flowing to my legs and feet and my butt is sore. I complain a lot. I know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue 'O' Levels on Monday! D: 'O' Level briefing today in the hall. I think everyone was pretty freaked out after the briefing. But anyways. So someone asked Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt;, "What's our register number?" I can't remember his exact answer but he was pretty shocked and he asked, "Who else doesn't know her register number? Raise your hand." Answer: Hall full of hands raised. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. It's pretty funny. And many people have lost their Confirmation Slip which is our &lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt; Entry Proof I think. How pathetic. I still do not know my register number till now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. That could be a problem. And Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chua&lt;/span&gt; totally scared us (or at least a few of us). He was giving us all those scenarios in case we were late due to accidents, waking up late and traffic jams which are all so possible especially the traffic jams. Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chong's&lt;/span&gt; request of us being in school an hour earlier suddenly doesn't sound so bad after all. But still. I'm not going to school at like 7.30 when the paper starts at 8.30. I think my nerves would totally kill me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-8258702563639978890?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/8258702563639978890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=8258702563639978890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8258702563639978890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8258702563639978890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-can-drown-in-air.html' title='You CAN drown in air.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7395491700041089635</id><published>2008-05-18T13:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:33:53.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese, Aliens, American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/spacey.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;I can FINALLY blog. Wooo. So, I've been practically living in China for the past week. Five and a half hours of Chinese every single day. I pretty proud of myself cause I've managed to survive till today. It has been pretty fun though, excluding the massive number of practice papers we've been given. Haha. In this week, we've (Abbie and I) have come to realise that... my Chinese teacher is actually an &lt;strong&gt;alien&lt;/strong&gt;. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here's why:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Once, he had an antenna sticking out of his back pocket (It was a comb actually but it really looked like an antenna)&lt;br /&gt;2. Zhen Min said that she felt like aliens were attacking her brain during intensives (Maybe his alien waves were secretly attacking her)&lt;br /&gt;3. He tends to have bad reception when using his hand phone in class (Ah ha! This doesn't usually happen often. Unless you're an alien!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol reruns yesterday! I feel that Syesha was much better during the auditions as compared to now. Anyway, my votes go to David Cook :D That is if I could vote. He is uber talented and I would totally buy his albums. David Archuleta's good too but I feel that he can't really sing now-ish songs. Like when he tried to sing some Chris Brown song, it sounded weird. Haha. No offence to you David Archuleta fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-7395491700041089635?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7395491700041089635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7395491700041089635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7395491700041089635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7395491700041089635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-can-finally-blog.html' title='Chinese, Aliens, American Idol'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7149063456057525146</id><published>2008-05-11T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:34:51.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Good Times (come on)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/blank.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exams are OVER :) I actually feel that the exams lasted for a much shorter period this time round. Somehow. Marking day tomorrow! Rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN IDOL&lt;/strong&gt;. Le best show ever. Though I think that the votes are a little messed up sometimes. Like Carly should NEVER have went. She is SO awesome. Her tattooes are honestly pretty neat. And her voice is like The Bomb. But still, I ♥ David Cook. He so DID NOT screw up &lt;em&gt;Innocent (Our Lady Peace),&lt;/em&gt; according to some annoying YouTube users. Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/david-cook.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-7149063456057525146?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7149063456057525146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7149063456057525146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7149063456057525146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7149063456057525146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebrate-good-times-come-on.html' title='Celebrate Good Times (come on)'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6508037176107614834</id><published>2008-04-06T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:35:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joie De Vivre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/calm.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday - Choir Concert! It was really good :) Had loads of fun, especially with Dawn and Gladys! I miss you two. So it was at St. Andrew's Cathedral and we sat on pews! Haha. I think they're slightly modernised (as compared to my previous church which had those really really solemn looking pews). And Rachel designed the programme booklet! It's looks really nice. I'm so gonna learn how to Photoshop like a pro after 'O' Levels with the help of Jia Huan (The Expert) :D You can check out Rachel's Deviantart account. It has some really really cool stuff on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially developed a problem. A really annoying one. Due to the a-billion homework posted on Edulearn (school's EVIL online web portal) and HeyMath! (The exclaimation mark is part of the name. Not that I'm excited about it or something), I now habitually type in my NRIC number into the 'Username' and 'Password' blank when I'm signing into my email account or Blogger account for that matter. It's so irritating. I feel kinda dumb. Haha. It's like my fingers will automatically fly over the right part of my keyboard and start punching in those 7 numbers. Have control! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6508037176107614834?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6508037176107614834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6508037176107614834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6508037176107614834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6508037176107614834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/04/joie-de-vivre.html' title='Joie De Vivre'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3118509994100636893</id><published>2008-03-25T16:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:35:44.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Irony. Iron Cruely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/afrolicious.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha. So here's what's ironic: My mom's in accounts, but I can't do math questions to do with interest rates, hire purchase, gross tax payable and what nonsense. To add to my misery, we're learning about foreign (currency) exchange. Like we're going to be money changers or something. Whoopee. Hand over your Aussie dollars and off I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH NO. I just remembered. We're doing our mock 2.4km run tomorrow! I hope I don't pass out or fail too horribly. I SO-O don't have the stamina to run the FULL 2.4. I hope I trip over my toe, and sprain my ankle or something of the sorts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just remembered something again. Something funny. I think it was in January or something and we were in English class and Mrs Raj was going through some writing format thing. Then we came across the acronym PS. She told us that someone thought PS meant 'Psst!' and PPS meant 'Pssssssst!'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3118509994100636893?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3118509994100636893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3118509994100636893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3118509994100636893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3118509994100636893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/03/cruel-irony-iron-cruely-haha.html' title='Cruel Irony. Iron Cruely.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-1604995730984041914</id><published>2008-03-07T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:36:09.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays! Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/broke.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday: We got back our progress reports. Ugh. They are so HORRIBLE. It's like I've somewhat gotten er, better teachers but I'm doing even worse than last year :( I went swimming with Joey! Haha. It was really fun :) We kept getting 'scared' by the underwater jets in the &lt;em&gt;Lazy River&lt;/em&gt; that were lurking all over the place. Haha. Oh, and I'm broke from eating sushi and watching Koizora :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, the school has hired or invited the supposedly really awesome Adam Khoo (is that how you spell it) to talk to us and teach us study skills. Yippee. This totals to about 35 hours gone in just &lt;strong&gt;THREE DAYS.&lt;/strong&gt; I could be doing much more important things. Like sleep. UGH. And the Chinese department has flooded us with a-billion homework cause they had to cancel the Mother Tongue Intensives. Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMERICAN IDOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I totally LOVE this season. I honestly prefer the guys this time. Especially all the Davids - Cook, Archuleta, Hernandez! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/davidarchuleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;David Arhculeta! Adorable, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/davidcook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook ♥ He somehow reminds me of Patrick Stump :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/davidhernandez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Hernandez! He is oh-so charming on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-1604995730984041914?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/1604995730984041914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=1604995730984041914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1604995730984041914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1604995730984041914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/03/holidays-not.html' title='Holidays! Not.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-8662402653472892908</id><published>2008-02-19T17:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:36:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the ways of Angelina Jolie and Madonna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/dead.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm SO-O tired of school. It's like tests after tests after tests. It's madness. My brain is going to overload very soon. I know I shouldn't be complaining. But... I don't care. I've taken two tests in two consecutive days, and hello test number 3 for the third day in a row. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, during P.E. we played softball (again)! This time with 'T' stands I think. Not quite sure what they're called. It's this black rubbery stand that is really heavier than it looks. The rules are really confusing. Or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH YES. Today during Bio, we watched &lt;strong&gt;LE VIDEO&lt;/strong&gt; on the whole nine months pregnancy. It was like porn, really. We were like screaming at the obscene parts. They kept showing her naked. It was really really gross. And when she gave birth it was really... you know. AHH&gt; My life is like changed. Abbie says she's never giving birth, and we are going to follow the ways of Angelina Jolie and Madonna and adopt kids :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-8662402653472892908?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/8662402653472892908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=8662402653472892908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8662402653472892908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8662402653472892908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-o-tired-of-school.html' title='Following the ways of Angelina Jolie and Madonna.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-1170483329460200498</id><published>2008-02-03T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:36:34.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I solved the Rubik's Cube :D (with a teeeeeensy bit of help)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/480px-Rubik27s_cube_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/480px-Rubik27s_cube_svg.png" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/cold.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Rubik's Cube was once a mystery, but I say: No more! Woohoo! I solved it, with the help of my trusty 7-step solution booklet :D It really wasn't easy. But after solving it, you feel smarter. Somehow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le Dreaded&lt;/em&gt; Social Studies Test is tomorrow :( I'm SO-O afraid Mr Anthony might tear up my paper cause its full of crap or something. Waaaah. He was WAAY scary on Friday. Everyone was so terrified of him (at least I think I am).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, Chinese New Year is this week! CNY = Ang Baos + Preeeetty Clothes + Yummmaye Food :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-1170483329460200498?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/1170483329460200498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=1170483329460200498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1170483329460200498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1170483329460200498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-solved-rubiks-cube-d-with-teeeeeensy.html' title='I solved the Rubik&apos;s Cube :D (with a teeeeeensy bit of help)'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-1409411985570907201</id><published>2008-01-27T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:36:45.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PipeBurst! Woooohoooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/bubbly.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok this post was meant for Friday but my computer had some spazzo problems. So on Friday, we were released from school at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8.30AM &lt;/span&gt;(ok, 9AM for my class). Because an underground pipe burst! WOOHOO! I've never felt so happy :D The whole school was cheering like some mad loons. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Joey and I then went to town, which was WAAAAY cool. The streets were almost totally empty, which is tres rare. Downside: shops were still closed. So we wandered around for who knows how long and then went to buy tickets for&lt;strong&gt; 27 Dresses&lt;/strong&gt;! The show was really really really really nice :D ALL of you should go and watch it. Katherine Heigl is so gorgeous in the movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/27dresses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-1409411985570907201?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/1409411985570907201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=1409411985570907201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1409411985570907201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1409411985570907201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/01/pipeburst-woooohoooo.html' title='PipeBurst! Woooohoooo'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-8337848285854856061</id><published>2008-01-16T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:37:12.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His car is being robbed! Call the police!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/spacey.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our History project was like moved forward to tomorrow cause Mr Anthony wanted like us to defend one acused party :/ So Suzanna, Eunice and I stayed back to like somewhat redo our presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We crapped around (no, I'm not referring to crapping as in like shitting) and laughed for like two hours. I think we were super loud and annoying. Hahaha. But whatever. It was SOO fun. We laughed at Mr &amp;amp; Mrs XXXX for like an eternity, like BROWN COWS&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, while walking out towards the back gate, we passed the car park. We saw Mr Low's car like parked nearby and the driver's seat door was WIDE OPEN. And so was the car boot. And we didn't see anyone. We were like "&lt;strong&gt;MR LOW'S CAR IS BEING ROBBED! CALL THE POLICE!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; And it was as though the police station heard us, cause a police car drove in. !!! !!! !!!. Hahahaha. I think we nearly fainted. Apparently, Mr Low was standing behind the car and was blocked by the car boot door thing. -.- And he started laughing at us. Hahaha. So spazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. Sec 1 ELDDS auditions are tomorrow. AND SO IS THE INTERVIEW. Watching and judging auditions are going to be funnn. By the interview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-8337848285854856061?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/8337848285854856061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=8337848285854856061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8337848285854856061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8337848285854856061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/01/his-car-is-being-robbed-call-police.html' title='His car is being robbed! Call the police!'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6967742514527823885</id><published>2008-01-15T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:37:00.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Raj is funny, in her own way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/blank.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So during English lesson today, Mrs Raj did this really funny yet weird thing. We were going through the comprehension we were made to do so she has like the answers were on the screen and stuff. So all of us were busy copying the answers and like few people were listening to her explaining the questions. So then, she began scrolling the Microsoft Word document up and down really fast so we couldn't see anything. Haha. It's really quite hilarious. Mrs Raj and like going on and explaining stuff and in the background, there's a spazzy screen scrolling up and down (grammatical error!) like some mad thing. And she's like oblivious to it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahh! After the briefing today, I'm really worried and scared for Friday's interview with the EV (I have zilch idea what it stands for but that's what everyone calls them) people for the autonomous status. Ahhhh! I really hope I don't fidget about in my seat. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow's the History presentation thing. I hope our's is okay. I mean we ARE presenting for Mr Anthony. Which is TRES TRES TRES nerve-wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6967742514527823885?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6967742514527823885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6967742514527823885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6967742514527823885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6967742514527823885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/01/mrs-raj-is-funny-in-her-own-way.html' title='Mrs Raj is funny, in her own way.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3714099349221077394</id><published>2008-01-07T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:37:38.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to school feels like jet lag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/sleepy.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New phone! :) Ahahaha. I've been stuck with my RAZR for long enough. Woohoo! Nokia rocks man. I'm never leaving yooou, Nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so we received our brand new school handbooks today. Firstly, the pages are way too thin. You can't really use a marker to write on them cause it will kind of seep through into the next page and stuff. Erlack. Cheap-o. And the person who took the photographs that are in the handbook and chose them, is either reallly mean or is really blind. They keep taking photographs of people from awkward angles (E.G. from below the nostrils). BOOGER alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My head's been feeling really heavy these few days. I guess I'm still not used to the whole waking up at the unearthly time of the day thing. And we have E Math MRT (Math Revision Test, not the MRT trains) testing us on &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; our Sec three stuffz, tomorrow. GROAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3714099349221077394?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3714099349221077394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3714099349221077394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3714099349221077394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3714099349221077394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-back-to-school-feels-like-jet-lag.html' title='Going back to school feels like jet lag.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4907147087575372348</id><published>2008-01-05T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:37:57.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bribing people with sweets actually works.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/normal.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm SO-OOO happy I've got Mr Anthony for Social Studies and History :) The first lesson with him was Social Studies. The classroom atmosphere was soooooo tense that all we could hear was his voice and the spinning of the fans (I swear one day one of the fans is going to fall and decapitate someone). And I felt so tense that whenever he made those silly, not-funny jokes (which he does not like laugh or smile whilst saying them), I would laugh. Of course not those laugh-out-loud laughs. And it wasn't even funny. Somebody smack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday. CCA Fair. I was and still am quite surprised at the number of people who signed up for auditions (seeing that we only started planning for our booth like the day before yesterday). I know our numbers aren't as big as those of others, but whatever. Maybe they signed up because we have like a bowl of sweets which looked really attractive. Haha. We actually only need like a quarter of the number of people who signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yes. There were these two sec ones (who were awfully small) who were some what wandering near our booth. So we went forward to like convince them to sign up and stuff. Then, Angel came and joined us and she was like so into convincing them to join that they got scared. I told them 'Don't be scared of us. We're really nice people.' To which the smaller of the two replied 'But she's very scary', whilst pointing at Angel. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was generally quite fun I suppose. Except for the scary (or annoying) part where we spilt kerosene, twice. It really wasn't our fault. Those stupid tribal lamp things kept falling over and some kerosene would spill. But we er cleaned it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4907147087575372348?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4907147087575372348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4907147087575372348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4907147087575372348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4907147087575372348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/01/scary-teachers-tend-to-make-you-laugh.html' title='Bribing people with sweets actually works.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7796359536316429618</id><published>2008-01-02T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:38:10.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED. How to stop an exploding handphone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/ranty.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it's weird to have a second post in the same day, BUT I'M UBER pissed now. My phone is like apparently pissed at me as well. It's hanged and is making this continuing beeping-like sound, which terrifies me, cause I'm afraid it's gonna explode. But then, there is the power of removing the batteries. Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ANYWAY, MAIN REASON FOR BEING PISSED: The more I think about the arrangement for which teacher is teaching what class, the piss-er I get. B-I-A-S-E-D. It's like we do well and we get rewarded unjustly, unless we are a certain class or something. &lt;strong&gt;UGH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you know what? This is the show-stopper - We cannot leave our books under our table. Like, ??!! I do not see the logic of us being allowed to put of stuff in the metal cabinet at the back which I don't think that it is 'lockable', and not allowed to put our books under the table. I mean how can the books of 40 people fit into that teeny cabinet. And our books aren't exactly light. Thanks to those brilliant publishers who LURVE to put lots of coloured pictures in every space available in the pages of the textbook, making it thus thicker and duh, heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I feel better now. Apparently typing really fast and hard helps to ease the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-7796359536316429618?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7796359536316429618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7796359536316429618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7796359536316429618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7796359536316429618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/01/pissed-how-to-stop-exploding-handphone.html' title='PISSED. How to stop an exploding handphone.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-401273231890460870</id><published>2008-01-02T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:38:21.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/annoyed.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've got the same Chemistry teacher (who is also my form teacher, isn't that awesome...), Geography and Chinese teacher as last year. I'm not sure about other subjects yet. I'm really quite annoyed by our school doing this whole banding thing for like almost every subject. IT IS &lt;strong&gt;NOT HELPING&lt;/strong&gt; OKAY. First, there was Geography. And that was BAAAAD enough. Now, Bio. NOOOOO. The first lesson was quite a snore-fest (the teacher is nice, but boooring). My grades are like dropping because of this nonsense (according to my Geography results). UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. So anyway, the first day's quite the same as always, I think. We go to the parade ground and take like 45 hours to get into our lines cause the sec ones apparently don't know how to follow markings on the ground. Sing the national anthem, go to the hall and welcome the brand new sec ones, introduce planning committee, listen to a 93-hour long devotion and discipline matters, etcetera etcetera. Then we head back to the ol' classroom for a spanking time with our new form teachers and form tutors (who are my Chemistry and English teachers) to do admin things and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recess. I have to say that I am really not liking the new 'furniture' in the canteen(i.e. canteen tables and chairs). They make the canteen look like a kopitiam cause of its roundness and chairs around it. And it would be kind of awkward to share tables with other people cause you would be like facing them and would be indirectly eavesdropping on their conversations. Erlack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-401273231890460870?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/401273231890460870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=401273231890460870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/401273231890460870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/401273231890460870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-5717916446044782819</id><published>2007-12-30T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:38:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a lo-ong time</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/bloggy.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm the most &lt;b&gt;horrible Blogger&lt;/b&gt;, ever. I haven't posted in like a month. Ugh. So anyway. I missed the class BBQ :( I can't believe it'll be 2008 in like TWO DAYS time. This sucks. I'm dying to know who our form teacher will be next year (I'm hearing really REALLY horrible speculations, which I REALLY hope is not true). And of course who our other subject teachers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've seen some of the new Secondary ones. I don't know what to say about them. Oh, speaking of which, the new uniform! It has a $10 detachable, &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; and proper tie (not the kind with a strip of Velcro at the ends). Also, a &lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;pin-on badge that is gold, in colour. And, the shade of our uniform is like 10 times darker than the old one, which is a little bit weird. Apparently, our old uniform wasn't &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; enough. You know, the fake tie with the sewn-on badge that isn't gold (in colour). I feel that this is all so unnecessary. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've gotten myself a guitar tuner! Ahaha. It may not be those $100 tuners but I still like it. It tunes my guitar :) Apparently my guitar is quite out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this may be old news, but I LUUURVE the Jonas Brothers! They are Pop, but I don't care. Nick Jonas is like my age. He can play the drums, piano, electric and acoustic guitar. He's like a one-man band. I feel soo unaccomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, they're showing Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith now. Starring Angelina Jolie and whatshisname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-5717916446044782819?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/5717916446044782819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=5717916446044782819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5717916446044782819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5717916446044782819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-most-horrible-blogger-ever.html' title='It&apos;s been a lo-ong time'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3299390507410875181</id><published>2007-12-02T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:07:12.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop-Tarts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh180/oolalas/amused.gif" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know &lt;/strong&gt;that an innocent strawberry Pop-Tart, when over-heated or left in a toaster for too long, can produce flames over a foot high.* That is about 30.5 cm. Whooa. Can you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Of course I didn't try this myself. It was experimented by some scientist :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3299390507410875181?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3299390507410875181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3299390507410875181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3299390507410875181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3299390507410875181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/12/did-you-know-that-innocent-strawberry.html' title='Pop-Tarts!'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-483973771245280233</id><published>2007-11-27T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:07:45.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.punkymoods.net/mood.php?userid=10138" align="left" border="0" /&gt; I'm officially addicted to Heroes. I just can't stop watching it. I'm at Season 2 :D It is &lt;u&gt;the best&lt;/u&gt; show ever. Okay, other than ANTM. Masi Oka is UBER adorable! Haha. The parts in Japanese are pretty cool. I dunno why. I think my eye-sight's gotten worse. Erlack. Speaking of which, Louise Rennison's latest book! THE ever-loved Georgia Nicolson. The book is way bon :D 'Luuurve is a many trousered thing...' I loooove her writing. It so unique, in-your-face, and so blatant. Haha. A little on the (erm) direct side at times, but that's why I looove British humour. And their authors. Geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn's birthday party! Fun fun fun :) She booked two rooms at the Republic of Singapore Yacht Club which is tres cool. Haha. The place is awesome. I'll try to load up pictures but I've been sooo hooked on to Heroes lately that I don't really have time for any other online thing. Heh. Update: Carissa, Dawn, Gladys and I plan to get monumentally rich in the near future and get super hot boats or yachts with beds, the works, and sail across the world and break some Guinness World Records thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love end of year holidays and I'm trying to get the best out of this one, before all hell breaks loose next year :( Argh. I so do not want 2008 to come. 'O' levels! MERDE! Okay, to lighten the mood, I shall show you an extract from my EVER-LOVED confessions of Georgia Nicolson :) This is when Georgia and gang are in French class and RoRo (Rosie) has just sent Georgia a French joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#43bfc7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoRo:&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour, mon petit pain,&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a French man in sandals?&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir,&lt;br /&gt;Rozeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia: I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoRo (Raises her eyebrows and nods her head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerogia: Oh go on then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoRo: Philippe Philoppe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Page-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-483973771245280233?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/483973771245280233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=483973771245280233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/483973771245280233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/483973771245280233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-officially-addicted-to-heroes.html' title='This is the life.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-5516635676542055521</id><published>2007-10-30T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:08:18.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Beyond (?)</title><content type='html'>I'm back! (Yay ...) The skin is kind of blah (I know the word is so cliche, overused and unimaginative but I really can't think of any other word to use) but I wasn't really in the mood to search for nice skins on the site (I kind of have a Social Studies test tommorow, just so you know). So I apologise for the erm crappiness (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: We're having our Headstart programme now. Yippity yuppity joy. It is such a chore; dragging ourselves to school every morning and going home at one (plus) in the afternoon. I think that most secondary threes are going through this now (whatever your school calls the programme. Someone's school calls it Stepping Ahead or something), so yay us. I have tests every day from today onwards and until next Wednesday. I thought we were supposed to be like learning more from this programme instead of being tested of what that has been taught to us for the past week or so. I shall make a face now. Ok, I shall put a sock in it now. Too much ranting gets annoying (I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, End-of-Year exam results were ok I guess. Love A Math :B Call me a dork. Chinese sucked (big surprise); I want moderation! But we haven't gotten back our overall results for this year, so cross our fingers. I can't wait for Aalya's Halloween Party this Friday!!Costumes, costumes, costumes! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/potatoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cut up potatoes in Geography class today as an analogy on contours -.- I rest my case. Which reminds me, four teachers are leaving!! Out of which I shall miss only three who are such awesome Humanities teachers ): Don't goooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I like this Blogger saving your entries as drafts automatically every few minutes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-5516635676542055521?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/5516635676542055521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=5516635676542055521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5516635676542055521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5516635676542055521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back-yay.html' title='Back from the Beyond (?)'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-1954015825008625339</id><published>2007-10-04T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:08:58.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams. Pleease do not burnout :(</title><content type='html'>Hello, o' stagnant blog.&lt;br /&gt;EOYs: &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; down, 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking news: The air-con in the hall is... ... really &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-1954015825008625339?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/1954015825008625339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=1954015825008625339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1954015825008625339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1954015825008625339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-o-stagnant-blog.html' title='Exams. Pleease do not burnout :('/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-735543495842716059</id><published>2007-08-10T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:10:05.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majulah Singapura.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/singapore3.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is sort of way overdue. Abbie, some choir people, and I went to the ACS Independent &lt;em&gt;Viva La Musica&lt;/em&gt; last Friday. It's part of their Festival of Arts. Firstly, the school doesn't even look like a school. Really. The grass on their football fields are in perfect condition (as what I see from a few metres away). It's nice and green, without any balding patches. Notice I said 'fields'. Yes, they have more than one field. And,the hostels look somewhat like condominiums. And their auditorium or whatever it's called, is way better than Victoria Concert Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the whole concert. It was mainly performed by the choir and guitar orchestra. The choir was really REALLY good. There was this jazzy piece they did that was awesome. One of the leading guys sounded just like Michael Bublé. That's how good they were. And the guitar orchestra was spanking. They sounds they made did not even sound like it was made by a guitar. Oh, and there was one part where a guitar trio came out to play, it was super neat. One of them played the bass and the other two played with acoustic guitars. There was one part where one of the guys flipped his guitar over and started drumming on it like it was a drum. I wish I had brought a camera or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I will be posting on and off-ish, cause lately, the TV seems to be more entertaining (is that the right word?) than the computer. Go figure. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-735543495842716059?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/735543495842716059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=735543495842716059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/735543495842716059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/735543495842716059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-this-is-sort-of-way-overdue.html' title='Majulah Singapura.'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-1667239808229476147</id><published>2007-07-23T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:10:37.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography, Pornography?</title><content type='html'>NEW RULE: Students are not allowed to take photographs of themselves in their school uniforms and post these photographs on &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erpz, this is just &lt;u&gt;bogus&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-1667239808229476147?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/1667239808229476147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=1667239808229476147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1667239808229476147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1667239808229476147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-rule-students-are-not-allowed-to.html' title='Photography, Pornography?'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7064303904065148105</id><published>2007-07-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:16:49.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Drivers, Really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Yesterday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Abbie :) Fun fun. We ate at Plaza Sing then took bus 190 (take note of the bus number) and wanted to stop at the stop slightly after the DFS Galleria. We got up from our seats like 50 metres before the bus stop and pressed the bell. The bus stopped and we waited and the silly bus driver didn't open the door. He only opened the front door to let passengers board! We didn't walk all the way to the front to alight cause it was a long bendy bus. We kept pressing the bell annnd we looked kind of pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we alighted at RGS. In all our fury, we memorized the bus number. Haha. I still remember it. I'm not sure if I can type it out though. Might be some violation of some legal thing. But he has a moustache and really dark hair. Yeah. Apparently, we aren't very great taxi-getting people. There was this taxi at the traffic light and he was waiting for it to turn green. So we walked nearer to the taxi and silly-ol-me started doing hand actions to the driver to see if he was picking people up. Then he replied me in this weird hand action which I didn't understand and then Abbie told me that there was a passenger inside. !!! Embarassing much. But technically, I shoudn't be blamed because there was reflection on the passenger window so I couldn't see whether anyone was inside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go back to school for like 5 hours. We shooting the final parts (I think) of the school video. Haha. Fun! I came late so I missed the Chinese class scene, but oh well, it's Chinese, so nothing loss. Then we did a classroom scene where there was a debate going on. So funny! There was the proposition and the opposition and the motion was something like 'Genetic engineering is ... " So the first girl on the proposition team strated talking and I was expecting real debate stuff but what she said was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am right and you are wrong. So it is impossible for you to be right when I am right. Hence, theoretically speaking, you have to wrong since I am right. In conclusion, I am right and you are wrong because I am right and you are wrong. Thank you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were like &lt;i&gt;Whaaaat?&lt;/i&gt; Apparently, the sounds will not be recorded so all they had to do was talk gibberish. It was hilarious. And we the audience, had to apparently take down notes which was quite hard cause their gibberish was really funny. And Ms Poh was pretty funny too. She was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That was a great view point on nothing. You should have even more view points on nothing. Erepsin digests polypeptides into amino acids which are absorbed into your bloodstream in your small intestine. So do you know what genetic engineering is? You should really about it before your debate.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the debate people were nodding and they looked like they were going to explode. Then we did some corridor and stair case scenes which were a little weird but pretty fun with Elizabeth who is so retardedly funny and sick :), and WeiTian who is really super nice :). Then we did the Chemistry lab scene and we had to do a titration which I am quite bad at. I had an air bubble trapped in my burette and I forgot how to remove it. And we watched some reaction between Potassium and Water. There was a mini explosion. Tres Cool. Then me and Tabitha did a scene where she had to look into a microscope and I had to pipette some liquid into wells in agar with a really cool pipette which looks vair high tech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-7064303904065148105?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7064303904065148105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7064303904065148105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7064303904065148105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7064303904065148105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-went-out-with-abbie-fun-fun.html' title='Bus Drivers, Really!'/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3571224266723030610</id><published>2007-06-28T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T19:05:38.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fish died. Actually 3 of them died. You see, I was at some market and they were selling Neon Tetras, which are these puny little fish that glow in the dark. They were ridiculously cheap: $1 for 3. So I suddenly felt like rearing (is that the right word) some fish, so I bought 6 of them. They lasted for like a week which is super surprising, seeing that my fish bowl is only a glass bowl with water, no filter or any fancy aquarium gadget. Then, when I changed the water after a week,which was yesterday, I kind of forgot to feed them after. Then, I come back today and I see two of them dead and three swimming. And I'm thinking, "Where's the sixth one?!" In all horror and er grief, I scoop out the two dead ones which looked kind of limp and well, dead-like. Then, I found the sixth one. Apparently, it jumped out of the bowl and onto the table into a nearby candle holder. I nearly fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there was some mutiny going on into the fish bowl cause the fish were so hungry (thanks to me) that they decided to turn carnivorous and ate the weaker fish. And one of them decided to commit suicide. I feel bad. Really. Well, I guess fish and I don't mix. So long, fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, the Pure Geography classes got rebanded and I'm not in Ms Ng's class :( :( :( :( :( :( :( I am SUPER SUPER x Avogadro's number SAD. Now, Geography is like Greek and I need Ms Ng!! Well, not in a lesbianic way. I mean I need her to teach me! I hate the person who arranged this. Crap crap and crap. Apparently we are arranged according to our results. I mean they shouldn't do that cause the better students can actually help the weaker students or something. Stuuupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end of here now, in anger (because of Geography) and grief (the death and mutiny of my fish). Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3571224266723030610?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3571224266723030610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3571224266723030610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3571224266723030610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3571224266723030610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-fish-died.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-8101792433482909615</id><published>2007-06-15T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:17:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After spending &lt;strong&gt;NINE&lt;/strong&gt; ridiculous hours in school, we have finally done it. We should be awarded the Nobel Prize, seriously. We have (almost) completed our Chinese blog! So, kind souls reading this, please visit it and comment. Comment LOTS. If you can, comment in Chinese, which would score us more points :) The whole blog is in Chinese, so for people who do not speak in Chinese, just click on one of the four boxes and you can find a Comment link, where you may comment. You can even not read the stuff on the blog. Just give nice and pretty comments :) Thank you oh so much. Here's the link &lt;a href="http://chinese-insights.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://chinese-insights.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ok, so the link's not very erm, appealing (?), but we had a tight schedule people, so creativity had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did you people see the cover of Lifestyle on Sunday? ErYuck. The interview: absolute bollocks. Ok, even though I do not know her personally, I have heard enough about her to say that it was absolute bollocks. And her picture was tres skanky and I felt like barfing when I saw it. I seriously do not think that that Straits Times journalist (or reporter, which ever one) should have even featured her. Yuck, yuck and yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chinese-insights.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-8101792433482909615?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/8101792433482909615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=8101792433482909615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8101792433482909615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8101792433482909615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/06/after-spending-nine-ridiculous-hours-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7829283660246220167</id><published>2007-06-08T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:23:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We met up today to do our Chinese project, where we are supposed to create a blog and blog &lt;b&gt;in Chinese&lt;/b&gt; about this Chinese storybook, which we are supposed to read, and ways to publicize this book or something. You must be thinking: what the gaboozers?? So yes, we went back today to begin our Chinese quest and we went to the computer labs and we blogged in Chinese (B&lt;u&gt;ig&lt;/u&gt; Gasp). It was so weird. And typing in Chinese is way slow. You have to type in the Han Yu Pin Ying and choose the correct word. And the spazzy school computers kept switching back to Chinese which was tres annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia then went for Dance, and Abbie and I stayed in the computer labs for awhile longer. It was pretty quiet since we were the only ones there. Then, we suddenly heard this 'beep' which is the noise the air-con remote makes when someone has adjusted or switch on the air-con. And that freaked the poo out of us man. There was like no one there and the air-con happily beeped. So thank God, Abbie started singing which calmed us down. Haha. Then we heard thumping noises which freaked us out. Again. We quickly finished off and left the place asap. I hate the computer labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our scary adventure, we went to Mac's to fill our hungry stomachs cause the canteen's closed. After Mac's we decided to venture the second level of Serene Centre, which technically shouldn't be called a level due to its smallness and unlevel-likeness. It was puny! Then we saw a few of those gumball dispenser like things except they were filled with those plastic balls with prizes in them. And this weird wave of I-need-to-put-money-into-this-machine-and-turn-the-knob craze came into us and we felt like trying this machine thing. So we did. &lt;b&gt;Twice&lt;/b&gt;. Call us childish. Haha. But it was fun though. I won an Eeyore (is that how you spell it?) key chain which looks adorable and yet creepy cause you know Eeyore has got some lines on his body, which look like stitches, and this Eeyore's stitches make him look like the donkey of Frankenstein. Vair freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. If I have asked you to visit any silly website which claims to be able to help you see who has blocked or deleted you in MSN Messenger, please do not click on it. It's some virus rubbish nonsense, which I shan't go into further about my embarassing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holidays folks. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-7829283660246220167?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7829283660246220167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7829283660246220167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7829283660246220167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7829283660246220167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-met-up-today-to-do-our-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3471625581858364675</id><published>2007-05-25T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:19:05.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cross country today. And only half the school was present (seriously). We had it at Turf City this year and Turf City is freaking deserted. I felt like I was in some really rural town in Malaysia or something. So anyway, the run was tres stupid cause we had to run uphill then down hill again (don't ask me how come there are hills around Turf City, they are just there) which is really annoying cause it makes you feel like you're gonna roll down the hill or fall backwards when you're running uphill. My position was okay I guess compared to last year where we practically walked the whole thing. 31st! Hah. Hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, video shoot on Thursday. Frickin funny. First, they filmed the whole Assembly scene and we had to sing the National Anthem like four times so that they could get good shots. And Jessica suddenly grabbed me to go and model the old uniform which was quite erm shocking? Apparently they were gonna show the new uniform design which includes a REAL tie and a starch collar, etc. Honestly, real ties suck. I mean they look nice and all but it's gonna be very tiring to tie your tie every morning . Plus, those &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; people are gonna like not wear their tie properly and stupid things like that. Okay, back to the shoot. So after Assembly, the cast had to grab their school bags and meet at the main gate for the first scene. The 9 of us were split into two groups of 5 and 4. Then we had to walk in and fake talk and laugh. Haha. Euphoria, Hazirah and I kept talking about Blades of Glory, which is so horny but funny, hence there was talking AND laughing. The other group had Mr Chan and another teacher whom I can't remember her name. Then we also filmed a Chapel session scene where the choir sang the school song, etc. I love hearing the choir sing. It's really nice and calming. We'll be continuing filming when school reopens in the new term. I think it's gonna be fun man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet-the-parents tomorrow! Oh joy. And some of us still have to go for some publicity thing at Nanyang Primary before that. Oh shim shams. Apparently, they want to 'hear it from the horse's mouth'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3471625581858364675?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3471625581858364675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3471625581858364675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3471625581858364675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3471625581858364675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/05/cross-country-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3217487292368867170</id><published>2007-05-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:13:54.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Cbox and I'm now confident that these IT things are  in cahoots against me. First Blogger, now Cbox. Geez. Well, we did hip hop the entire day today. Ode to joy. And a little bit of some corny body jam which was surprisingly entertaining. We doing clean ups tomorrow. Yuck. Buckets of dusty water and rags. Oh yes! I'm in for the corporate video and we're starting tomorrow. Woohoo! I'm actually covering my shoes with shoe polish right now and drying them with a hair dryer! Haha. Talk about being in great desperadoes. Okay, gotta go. My hair dryer's calling me. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3217487292368867170?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3217487292368867170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3217487292368867170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3217487292368867170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3217487292368867170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-cbox-and-im-now-confident-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-8350786914512799388</id><published>2007-05-22T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:48:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Blogger's back to normal, finally. I told you I would show how mad it was so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/loonblogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/loonblogger.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting this for days. I think the computers and the Internet have something against me. I can't even read my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/mad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/mad.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we've gotten back all our results as of today and they're okay I guess. My languages suck. No surprise there. Everyone's kinda moppy and what not, so cheer up people! Exams are silly anyway. Oh yeah, &lt;b&gt;SCREW CHEM!&lt;/b&gt; It really sucked :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you people watched Off Centre? (fyi, it's a local play) It was featured in the papers a few weeks back. I went to watch it on Sunday and it was awesome. Melvinder Kanth's acting was superb and he never once got off character. I mean, duh. And! I think I was sitting next to the writer Haresh Sharma! Haha. The whole play was super intense and since we were in the theatre studio, we sat really close to the stage and we could see every expression on their faces. Two thumbs up. Whoever's doing Off Centre for 'O' Level Literature, it is one great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. My dad suddenly decided to bring my dog to some place at Pasir Ris Farmway for dogs to swim or something like that last Saturday I think. It was one of those spur-of-the-moment things. Apparently, my dog's really a chicken! Hah! What do you know. At first he was super scared to enter the shallow little 'pool' (Notice I used inverted commas. This is because the deepest part of the 'pool' is until my knees which is honestly, pathetic and not really a pool at all). And we got him into the centre of the pool and here's his desperate attempt to get out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/DSC00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/DSC00102.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm swimming!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/DSC00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/DSC00100.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then meets another fellow chicken at the edge of the pool. The chickens are dicussing and making up a plan to escape from the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/DSC00099.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have decided that looking cute and pathetic is the only way to get out cause their legs are too little to get them out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. My dog who really is a chicken that can't swim. What a discovery. Oh poo. Our post exam activity is hip-hop for the entire day tomorrow. Pooey poo. Well, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-8350786914512799388?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/8350786914512799388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=8350786914512799388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8350786914512799388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8350786914512799388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/05/woohoo-bloggers-back-to-normal-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-8192109401237737369</id><published>2007-05-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:15:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoho, I'm back from mid-years, and good news, I survived! Blogger is on some mad rage so I can't blog. Well, I shall take a screenshot of this loon Blogger and show you it's loonliness. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-8192109401237737369?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/8192109401237737369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=8192109401237737369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8192109401237737369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/8192109401237737369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/05/yoho-im-back-from-mid-years-and-good.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-4623465429439319738</id><published>2007-04-20T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:29:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/Best_Friends_Forever_by_OmbroParano.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at times like these, I thank God for real friends. Audrey, if you're reading this, thank you so much cause you've really helped me pull through. I really feel so much happier now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-4623465429439319738?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/4623465429439319738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=4623465429439319738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4623465429439319738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/4623465429439319738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-is-at-times-like-these-i-thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-2715441201857639332</id><published>2007-04-19T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:38:30.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a Sheepish Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/Sheep_Elements_by_nykolai.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English, Mrs T gave out these really adorable sheep plushes as spelling quiz prizes. Following, we dissected a sheep's heart in Biology. It was bloody. What an eventful day. Did I mention that Phantom was spectacular? You &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to watch it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goody, there goes my tagboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-2715441201857639332?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/2715441201857639332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=2715441201857639332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2715441201857639332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2715441201857639332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/04/todays-sheepish-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-5212595183567109768</id><published>2007-04-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T17:58:05.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been a real bitch lately. Anyway, I can't believe SYF is actually over. I mean I think I can actually breathe now. I can't wait for the results man. On Tuesday (day of SYF), we had to reach school by like 5.30AM, which is a slight bit mad if you ask me but whatever. Just so you know, the school's really eerie at this mad hour in the morning. So we got to the space, changed into costumes and did vocal warm-ups and stuff. Actually 5.30 was just nice cause we finished everything and got ready by around 7.35 and we had to reach CJC at 8 and stuff. We managed to watch Greenridge (I have no idea from which zone) and Nanhua's performance. Nanhua's choreography was really good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night before SYF, we stayed over at Chelsey's place, which I love and shall talk more about, the night before. We waited for the lighting-control person to come and ended at about 8.45 on Monday, then Ms Noraini gave us a lift to Chelsey's place. We made pizza, which was delicious (surprisingly) and watched Devil Wears Prada till about 11 and slept on these really cool blown-up mattresses which I have never seen in my life. It was way comfy and stuff. Oh wait. I haven't talked about her room yet. It is tres bon. She has a chandelier hanging in the middle of her room. Oh, did I mention that she has an &lt;b&gt;autographed electric guitar by FALL OUT BOY?&lt;/b&gt; I think I nearly fainted. And she had a Pete Wentz action figure which was way funny and I saw pictures from the concert including the one where she got to meet FOB and took a picture with them at MOS before the concert. !!! She was sitting beside Patrick who was wearing really weird shoes and Pete was wearing a hoodie (what a surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid year time-tables are out. I am feeling the stress. Actually, I felt it long ago but decided to shrug it off. And when you see juniors walking around with their ever I'm-cooler-than-you face, and making fun of people with accents (just quoting an example) , you feel like asking them to shut up and go live in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kevin, I usually don't watch race cars go in circles for 2 hours, but I'll make an exception this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-5212595183567109768?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/5212595183567109768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=5212595183567109768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5212595183567109768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/5212595183567109768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/04/lifes-been-real-bitch-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-986778986455217539</id><published>2007-03-24T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:47:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm almost on the brink of insanity. SYF is way too draining. I don't even have time to breathe, let alone blog. So you shall hear of me again after the enlightening Singapore Youth Festival in 9 days time, which we are supposedly not ready for. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-986778986455217539?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/986778986455217539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=986778986455217539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/986778986455217539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/986778986455217539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-im-almost-on-brink-of-insanity.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-2478179961003643665</id><published>2007-03-09T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:51:04.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Learning Journey (Last Friday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm decided to go a little on the loonside and rang 2 hours late. When I reached school the late-coming prefect already wasn't there and the secondary 4s were already leaving for their buses. But the whole day was fun though :) I know this is like a little late. I think Photobucket (which is not reliable but I'm still using it for some reason unknown to me as well) had some maintenance that day, so hence the lateness. Just a few pictures though. Not really in the uploading lots of pictures mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edit&gt;Pictures have been taken away&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day was so fun. I still can't believe we won the telematch! I absolutely love the trophy. And I can't believe Abbie beat Mr Soh in that soccer ball throwing part. LMAO. My face is like super dark now, no thanks to the genius architect who designed the shelter over the Clementi Stadium. And Tolley wasn't last this year :D Yes, this may be a big shock to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Er, today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised how soon SYF is. Shlits man. Where are the costumes Mo?! (or is it Moe or Mow) This is going to be the busiest March holiday ever. I'm packed like shlits. Oh oh! I can't wait to go to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NJC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the Biology workshop next week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got back our progress report today. Zomg. I can't believe my English marks. It's like worse than my Chinese. But I so love my Biology marks; all glory to God :) Mr Low made us calculate our L1R5. Abbie + Brenda = SMARTSMEDIA. Hahahaha. They get to go like my dream JC if they manage to maintain their scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't believe I didn't go for the FOB concert. I was doing Geography that night. Isn't that just refreshing? Check out the pictures of the concert at Eleanor's site. I'm like &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;WAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; jealous! Zomg. &amp;amp; Pete Wentz stripped his shirt?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-2478179961003643665?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/2478179961003643665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=2478179961003643665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2478179961003643665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2478179961003643665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/03/sports-day-yesterday-was-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-6281838314833961625</id><published>2007-02-28T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:36:08.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some mad nut has been strumming on his/her guitar rather badly for quite a while now and it's driving me mad. Hello, it's like way past children's bedtime. The least you should do is play better and some other chord or verse or whatever you call it. It has been the few same notes for the past I-dunno-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy. He's starting to sing. Off-key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-6281838314833961625?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/6281838314833961625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=6281838314833961625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6281838314833961625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/6281838314833961625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-mad-nut-has-been-strumming-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-1523874443533853672</id><published>2007-02-27T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:33:44.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geography test &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sucked.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-1523874443533853672?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/1523874443533853672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=1523874443533853672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1523874443533853672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1523874443533853672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/02/geography-test-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7544670943720318827</id><published>2007-02-26T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:15:48.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love today. Thanks for all the presents man &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/smiley-happy.gif" border="0" /&gt; I am super happy. Really. I love Germaine! Thanks for the cake :) Yummy man. Haha. And the surprise that Ms Wee and the class did was so scary and at the same time hilarious. I was really freaked out cause Ms Wee's face was super scary when she called me come out (for talking). Thanks Dhanya and Divya for the wonderful plan manzz. Hahaha. Just so you know, I'm gonna fail the Grography test tomorrow. It's about 35 minutes of &lt;strong&gt;essay questions&lt;/strong&gt;. Upon 25 marks. How delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-7544670943720318827?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7544670943720318827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7544670943720318827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7544670943720318827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7544670943720318827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-7319770905286023456</id><published>2007-02-23T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:41:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my new geography teacher &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/smiley-happy.gif" border="0" /&gt; Her teaching is great. I finally understand geography! Though she's a little (or rather alot) on the strict side. We played soccer during Physical Ed. Mr Choo made us do some knock-out soccer league nonsense. The field was damp. Gross. We played against Ramya's team and they are good. Honestly. Well, mainly Yiyi and Ramya. Haha. We tied with them and we have to play against them again &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/smiley-whatevah.gif" border="0" /&gt; The only reason we are actually playing properly is 'cause Mr Choo said that the losing team will have to stay back on the 9th of March to clean up the Physical Ed room. Yuck. Stink-a-lot much. It's like child (teen) labour or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's SYF training was super funny. Desmond (Ong or Chen, who knows), the choreographer, came in instead of Ms Loretta Chen. He's really good. I absolutely love the choreography for the beginning. It looks really good. And Divya did her chunk (part) and it was hilarious. We couldn't stop laughing. I mean she was good, not that she did it badly. She was so good that we were laughing till we were tearing. Haha. Even Desmond and Ms Noraini cracked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-7319770905286023456?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/7319770905286023456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=7319770905286023456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7319770905286023456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/7319770905286023456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-my-new-geography-teacher-her.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-3927480562931828422</id><published>2007-02-20T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:38:04.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy (Belated) Chinese New Year. I love the smell of ang baos and fresh notes. This year's great. I'm hitting a 4 hundred &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/smiley-pleased.gif" border="0" /&gt; But visiting's such a bore. Most of the time. Plus, I've got to study for the Biology test &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks, Mr Low, for the awesome timing. This chapter's annoying. More application and stuff. Rarara. Watched Epic Movie yesterday. Storyline's kinda not good. At all. There are only random funny moments. I give it a one and a half. &lt;em&gt;Ciao&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-3927480562931828422?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/3927480562931828422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=3927480562931828422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3927480562931828422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/3927480562931828422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-belated-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-2835554805292045025</id><published>2007-02-16T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:04:26.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a fire/bomb drill today. Haha. During English there was that stupid ring and the announcement went something like this, "Girls, there has been sighting of a suspected bomb in the D&amp;amp;T block in the Chemistry Lab. Please avoid using Staircase E ..." Haha. Quite funny. I know it's not supposed to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the hall after that for some Total Defence thing and had a 40 minutes recess and went back to the hall for the CNY concert. The school invited this chinese opera-sy guy who does this performance, something about 'bian-lian'. I don't how to explain it to you. It was freaky. And quite scary. He is wearing this chinese mask at first then in a split second (literally, not being sarcastic or anything) his entire mask changes when he shakes his head or something like this. His mask changed like ten times without him even touching his face or anything. Freaky deaky. Then there was this part where Mr Lee, Mr Soh, Mr Chua, Mr Low and Mr Chan barged into the hall wearing the Japanese soldiers' uniforms and carrying supposed riffles &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" /&gt; Haha. It was part of the act of course. And they grabbed random people as hostage. Haha. They grabbed Brenda, Natalie, and other people. And Mr Lee played the Er Hu. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOB's Infinity On High! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; I don't really like &lt;em&gt;Golden&lt;/em&gt;. But that's just me. Patrick's vocals are awesome in this album. Especially in &lt;em&gt;The Carpel Tunnel of Love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or a fortune for your disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We only want to sing you to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In your bedroom speakers, whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We need umbrellas on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get me just right&lt;br /&gt;&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/17798159-2835554805292045025?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/2835554805292045025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=2835554805292045025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2835554805292045025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2835554805292045025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-had-firebomb-drill-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-73967349750190974</id><published>2007-02-14T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:08:28.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't change my template. New Blogger is as loon as the old one. So today in History, we had to write some script for different important people involving WWI. And we got the French prime minister. Haha. We had some problems starting so we were like writing down 'Bonjour! I am ze Monsieur Escargot. I have heard vrom my good friend Wilzon ...' Haha. Lamepots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Happy Valentines Day! I have to say I love Carissa's paper hearts. They are so NICE :) OH YES. I was supposed to go to RJC today :( Stupid other people who don't want to go for Mt. Orphir expedition. Because not enough people were going for the expedition, it is supposedly 'post-poned' or to put it bluntly, cancelled. Ning nuggets. I was looking forward to it manzz. Oh well. I'm going back on my Blogger is loon rage. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-73967349750190974?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/73967349750190974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=73967349750190974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/73967349750190974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/73967349750190974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-change-my-template.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-1137222729976469901</id><published>2007-02-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:13:31.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM GOING TO MT. ORPHIR OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT! Hahaha. Sounds rather mad of me, but yes, I am going. And those who have gone before, tell me. It's this expedition organised by RJC and the South Cluster 1 schools are going (not the whole school you ning nung, only 15 from each school). I'm going with SUZANNA and PATRICIA :D :D :D, and many more. Haha. It's gonna be fun, mad, dirty, gross, mountainy and definitely filled with loads of insects (which is why I'm bringing loads of insect repellent and Baygon, for just in casenessof cockroaches in any hostel we may or may not be staying in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in class, was quite funny. Abbie and I kept getting shocked by people who liked to go to the toilet and stand outside there and scare us (I meant they liked to scare us, not go to the toilet. Cause that's just weird and disturbing). Haha. It's quite funny. First, it was Liyi and that freaked me out first, then Abbie felt my 'shock' waves (according to her xD) and looked out of the window as well and got a shock too. Then it was Gloria and Sara and that was freaky. They weere like loons. Haha. And Mr Low said this, "the under is ..." What he meant to say was "the answer is ..." HAHAHA. I know it doesn't sound as funny when it's typed out, but trust me, it was funny. Haha. And he also said this after he gave out the bio content pages, "your can cut holes in your paper now". LMAO. We were like what?? Haha. He meant punch holes in the papers. Slapping face. C'est la vie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-1137222729976469901?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/1137222729976469901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=1137222729976469901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1137222729976469901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/1137222729976469901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-going-to-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-2139157450615185857</id><published>2007-02-06T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:26:47.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suffocating from sec three stress (STS) Haha. And I've got the lame bug. Yippity yappity joy. I have a ridiculous number of tests this week and it is supposedly okay at the secondary three level. My bag is so heavy I feel as though I need a truck to carry it to school. We should all use laptops, tabloids or whatever you call thems, seriously. Plus with all the SYF trainings, you just gotta love my empty schedule. Okay, enough about my nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to blog about something.. Oh yes. I've got this temporary E Math teacher who is  hilarious. She pronounces 'negative' as 'NEH-gative' and 'add it' as 'edit'. What joy she brings to my heart. Seriously, it is quite funny. Haha. And Mr Choo is gonna teach us biology??!!!!!! (Focus on the more exclaimation marks after the question marks) AHHHH. I feel like I've just pounded my head ten times into the wall. I think I might need some destressing sessions or pick up a new hobby to relieve my stress. I miss camp and my secondary 1 and 2 life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our spoosmated photos back today. We all look weird. Haha. And we don't even know what these photos are for. Rebecca says it is for passport. But I have no idea. Okey dokes. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-2139157450615185857?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/2139157450615185857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=2139157450615185857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2139157450615185857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/2139157450615185857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-suffocating-from-sec-three-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116981231179962781</id><published>2007-01-26T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:51:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to say something. Haha. But since I can't edit my earlier post thanks to loon Blogger, I shall say it here. At the library after school, Suzanna, Abbie and I were just sitting there waiting and we started doodling on some paper with this spoilt brown paint marker which has little bits of ink coming out at one time. So Suzanna was like why don't you write some creepy letter and leave it there. So I wrote, "Hello, my name is Mary. What's yours?" on the paper and it looked SO creepy cause the words looked kinda scratchy thanks to the marker. We decided not to leave it there so we brought it back to the class and Abbie and Suzanna went to wash their hands and they came back screaming in freak-ness. And I was like, 'Did you see Mary' or something and they screamed so high and loud that my blood ran cold. So freaky. I think they heard something in the toilet, not sure. Maybe we're gonna attach some string to the paper and dangle it from the second floor of the library and scare people. Haha. Like in Spongebob when Mr. Krabbs did dome paper ghost thing. Haha. Mad. Oh and read Abbie's blog. It funny. Esp the one where Mr Low called her Annabelle. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116981231179962781?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116981231179962781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116981231179962781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116981231179962781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116981231179962781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-to-say-something.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116981053495311402</id><published>2007-01-26T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:22:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired. We stayed back today to do the classboard, again. So after school, Abbie, Zenia, Suzie and I went to Island Creamery and ReversO is nice :) Yumzzzz. We left Zenia there with her cousin and stuff and on the way back it was super freaky. Cause we had to cross the road twice, one near Jln Serene and the other one near those apartments. So there were these girls and one girl who didn't look like a girl AT ALL, and it was super freaky. Then something happened which I shan't say cause I might get into trouble or something. Abbie was so freaking out and stuff. Hahaha. Her paranoid-ity has passes on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh yeah. When we reached back, we planned to meet Liyi at the library and we wanted to scare her. Hahaha. We are such lameos. We wanted to creep her out from the second level and stuff. Cause every Friday, Miss Wee brings us to the library during English, and the few retarded people will go to the second floor of the library which overlooks the first floor and we would sit at the glass part there and say people who are sitting downstair's name really creepily. Haha. We freaked Eunice out. LOL. It was hilarious. And we came out with a word, spoosms. Hahaha. We even played Concentration in the library. Loons. Lameo moods. So we wanted to do that to Liyi, but decided not to, in all lameness. Not the concentration, I meant the freaking her out part. I realise this paragraph is a tad bit redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to class and continued to silhouette, which I might say is still gorgeous. Liyi is a great, good, whatever-you-call-it painter. Seriously. She doesn't look like the painty type. Who knew. Then, that security guard had to come and chase us out. Her reason is nonsense. Gah. Okey dokes. Ciao spoosmerzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116981053495311402?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116981053495311402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116981053495311402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116981053495311402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116981053495311402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116946404511158995</id><published>2007-01-22T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:07:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello peoples. I'm SO happy! Haha. We've just finished pasting up all the background for our class noticeboard and it is NICE, as I've said it will be :) Not trying to be a ego-maniac or something but it's &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; nice. Not the usual boring black background. Wahaha. Abbie's brother has done the silhouette thing. It is &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;. Happy happy and more happy. We were runninf around and looking for Mr Low for some transparency sheets and we found out that some sec 4 or 5 class had also done a plant silhouette. Faint. Ours is alot different but it is still a plant silhouette after all. Bing bongzzz. So we're just gonna do our own thing and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys is back!!! :) :) :) :) :) Finally. No more boring geog lessons. Another reason to be happy. Today's MRT (Math Revision Test, not the mode of transport) was weird. It seemed easy but people kept getting different answers. It was on secondary 2 algebra, factorisation and expansion and all that ding dongs. I absolutely hated that reservoir question. The English was horrible. I felt like punching the paper. So annoying. I hate sentences that don't make any sense. So I just took one standard form and divided it by the other. Haha. Who cares. The suck-ish part is that this paper alone is 10%. Which is quite alot. For only like 7 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I gotta go and do stuffs. Ciao chipmunks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116946404511158995?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116946404511158995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116946404511158995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116946404511158995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116946404511158995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116920981576848471</id><published>2007-01-19T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:30:15.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored to tears. Audreykins can't come to the phone. Gah. So I'm gonna blog twice in a day. Yes, you think I'm a computer freak loser with no life other than blogging. Poo to you. So anyway, &lt;strong&gt;I GOT INTO SYF&lt;/strong&gt;. Woohoo :) This time for SYF, they only want 7 people - 5 in the main cast and 2 for backstage. And I'm in backstage and support system stuffs. Hey, I got chosen out of &lt;strong&gt;50 over people&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus, I get the same points as the other 5. This is gonna be fun :) Even though I have to go for EVERY practise. But I don't mind. SYF's in April so it's all good. Happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't going to be a volleyball team. Booz. Well I guess it's not that bad. At least Drama seems to be more promising this year than last year. We've got 9 new Sec ones, since that's the maximum number of people we can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you people watch The Arena. I love it. Debates. Haha. And the reason our school didn't take part was because _____ FORGOT to sign up. Nice. Divya told me that there was this debate competition last year and our school made it all the way and we met with MGS at the finals I think, and we lost I think. MGS is really good in debate. Oh and I like the last judge, you know the reporter person. His English is really good. He's called Ashraf Safdar Husain if I'm not wrong. Super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just found out from an email about lipstick. Not so recently "Red Earth" decreased their prices from $67 to $9.90 right? It contained lead which can cause cancer. It is said that CHRISTIAN DIOR, LANCOME, CLINIQUE, Y.S.L, ESTEE LAUDER, SHISEIDO, REDEARTH (Lip Gloss) , CHANEL (Lip Conditioner) &amp; MARKET AMERICA-MOTNES LIPSTICK also contain lead. Also, it was found that the Y.S.L. lipstick contained the most amount of lead. Freaky. I'm not sure if it's true. I highly doubt it's true. But whatever. And I've found something funny. You can't apply mascara without having your mouth open. Haha. Werid. Ciaozzzz ding dongs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116920981576848471?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116920981576848471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116920981576848471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116920981576848471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116920981576848471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-bored-to-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116919850317453646</id><published>2007-01-19T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:21:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Ok this is super funny. I've just found Abi's blog (check the links) and I'm gonna copy paste this from her blog. Sorry for copying and pasting. I'm giving full credit to you (Abi) cause I couldn't really remember what he said. This is said by Mr Low, who is hilarious, when we had to fill up this transport form to school. "Girls dont try to be funny. If you walk to school, just say walking, don't say jogging or running. And when they tell you to write who you go to school with, don't write those that you see on the bus. *laughs* Don't come and tell me not enough space, cause the bus got all my friends. And if you cycle to school, dont write 'ride on unicycle'. Do you all remember which bus you take to school anot?" -laughs- "dont laugh okay. Some girls cant even remember!" And there's somemore. Hahahaha. Check out her 3rd Jan's post. Hahaha. I'm on the loon now. And so is Blogger. I can't put any links here. Nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun today :) After school, Abi, Suzanna, Joey, Zenia and I went to Bukit Timah Plaza to have lunch and buy stuff for the class notice board. We ate at KFC and I found out some hilarious things about teachers. And the MILK situation xD I think we nearly choked and died. Then we went to Popular to get the stuff. Our noticeboards are gonna be &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; I tell you :) Happy. We became really loony in Popular. Then Suzanna, Joey and I walked to the bus-stop in the hot sun carrying our 10kg bags and 21 sheets of almost-vanguard sheet-sized paper plus extras. And we were singing the banana song from camp. Haha. Such loons. By then we were really tired. So we just took a cab home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for assembly. This foursome of jazz players came! They were really good. Especially that Indonesian guy who plays the saxophone. He reminds me of Mr John Ng. Haha. They had this &lt;strong&gt;electric double base&lt;/strong&gt;. It was nice :) They played Michael Buble, Jamie Culum (did I spell that right), Kenny G, and many more. And they switched on the air-conditioning. Nice. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got mouth spasms :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116919850317453646?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116919850317453646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116919850317453646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116919850317453646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116919850317453646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116903051790724559</id><published>2007-01-17T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:41:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad luck. Blogger is still on the loon. No camp pictures then. Today was CCA Fair. The canteen was so crowded with all the booths and stuff. Our booth was bo-oring. Lots of musical pictures. And for some reason these pots and pans (??). Practically no one stayed back to help because &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; didn't even tell us what or where our booth was. We were beside IG and Library and their booths were super nice. Other booths were giving out freebies like sweets, ice-cream and flyers. We didn't give out a single thing. Talk about being generous. IG's booth had lots of games and things and bowls and bowls of sweets. So dalvin and I left early since apparently ELDDS didn't need many people to join for some reason unknown to us. I SO wanna join ____. Can't say what it is cause I'll ruin the chances of it even being there. Bah. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. There was SYF auditions yesterday. Super scary. Ms Loretta Tan's gonna be our director. So we met up at the Performing Arts Studio and she gave us part of the script and she numbered us and told us which lines we were supposed to say. Mine was Louis's. She's this bimbo and totally into herself actress. My lines were pretty funny. So we waited in the little room in the PAS and we had to one by one go and say our lines infront of Ms Loretta Tan and Ms Norainee alone. Pretty scary. The small room was super noisy cause everyone was busy practicing their lines but when we had to go out of the room it was like super quiet, I felt like my ears could pop. After I did Louis's lines, she made me do Mrs. Dobb's lines. Sca-ry. Did I mention that only 6 girls get to take part in SYF? A little mad, don't you think? Okay, enough jibber-jabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class noticeboard. Abi, Eunice and I were discussing about the notice board this morning and we came up with some fab ideas. But they slowly got 'eliminated' away. I think we're gonna do a silhouette. The class looks really bare now. So today in Biology, we were doing the whole cheek, onion and Hydrilla leaf cell thing under the microscope. It is way cool. Especially the Hydrilla leaf :) I'm so hpapy I took Bio. And Mr Low is so lamely funny that it is quite cracking funny. I don't usually laugh at lame jokes but the other day we were discussing on chromosomes and stuff and he said this &lt;strong&gt;SUPER &lt;/strong&gt;lame joke which is hilarious. Hahaha. People were mad with laughter xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's English comprehension test was &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;. Stress. And our English teacher came in like 20 minutes late and our test had to end late and it cut into our Chemistry lesson. And during chem, our teacher wanted to test us on the bunsen burner and things like gentle flame, flame for heating and things like that, &lt;strong&gt;individually&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;As in we had to walk up to the front counter desk thing and light the bunsen burner in front of her, etc.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I was like super scared. I couldn't remember whether I should open the air hole or close it and things. Stress, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're finally gonna change seats. Next week. I'm sitting with Divya. Hurrah, if that's how they say it :) C'est la vie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116903051790724559?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116903051790724559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116903051790724559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116903051790724559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116903051790724559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116859536430882266</id><published>2007-01-12T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:49:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp, and it was FUN :) I'm super tired now, but still a little in the campy mood. My legs are covered in bruises and scrapes but it was all fun. And extremely dirty. And muddy. No thanks to the rain. So the camp was held at Sarimbun Scout Camp (that's how it's spelt?) which is far from civilisation. So no chance of escaping or anything like that. The student leaders slept in dorms and the rest slept in huts. The dorm had this huge double-decked bed that stretched across the room and the forty over leaders had to bunk together. Divya, Eunice, Simran, Su Yee and I 'choped' the middle bottom bunk. Haha. Nice. I've got some pictures of the huts and dorms and all the other stuff from camp but this loon Blogger has some technical issues where by I can't click on the 'Edit Html' tab to insert any forms of html. So I can't upload any links here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did rock-climbing on the first day. Boy, rock climbing is tough. But it's quite fun actually. Suzanna climbed all the way to the top. Woohoo. I think she was the only one who did it :) Oh and we also did this night walk in the FOREST. Yes, the FOREST. With trees, insects unknown to the world and mud. LOTS of mud. Plus, with what luck we have, it rained practically almost everday for these past 4 days. The mud was squishy and soggy. We were supposed to walk through the forest with our group ALONE with no trainers and only a faint trail of lightsticks to follow. The mud was slippery and there were many roots sticking out and fallen trees. We couldn't even see where we were going. But I kinda liked the night walk. Haha. Call me crazy. IT was pretty fun. Everyone holding hands, walking in a straight line through the dense dark forest of sarimbun. The trail was about over half and hour long. Which is actually pretty long. We were all muddy and our shoes were all brown and yuck. Mr Low was with us and he wore sandals. Haha. Bad idea. He had so many insect bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, we did kayaking! Haha. The kayaking bit was FUN FUN FUN. About 4 of us took the single-sitter kayaks cause there weren't enough doubles. It is super fun. But the part where we have to carry it to the sea which is quite far away is so not fun. They were SUPER heavy, those yellow things. Kayaking was very fun. We kinda kept bumping into each other but it was fun. Aalya capsized. Kinda poor thing. We tried to help her but the trainer sort of asked us to go away. Haha. Weirdness. We did the Challenge Valley next - the tyre tunnel and the challenge slide which led to the milo pond. I'll show you the photos next time. Gota go now. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116859536430882266?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116859536430882266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116859536430882266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116859536430882266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116859536430882266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-from-camp-and-it-was-fun-im.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116781329350206147</id><published>2007-01-03T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:48:02.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you guys see the rainbow on New Year's Day? It was really pretty. &lt;a href="http://blur-lunatic.blogspot.com" target="blank"&gt;Pavarne&lt;/a&gt; has some pictures of it so do visit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from school. Haha. My class is pretty nice. I'm still not used to it yet. You know like when I glance around the classroom and stuff I see people who I don't really recognise. I still miss 2e1. Oh well. And did you know that my elec history class has 51 people? That's a tad bit retarded. We were like squashed in 3/5's classroom and stuff. But Mrs Teh is pretty good. She speaks really loud and clear and things so her words kinda really get into my head. Sec 3 teachers are sort of really strict I think. Everyone says that they have a high expectation of us and stuff like that. It's almost every class we go to, the teacher will say something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've just remembered, there are 8 prefects in my class. Not used to it. My old class had none. Haha. Quite a big difference. So when we came to class, people had sort of 'choped' seats already. There's always an auntie in all of us. Haha. But later Mr Low made us seat in register number for admistrative reasons and I'm seating beside Tricia :) She's really nice. Divya's beside Eve who's beside Tricia. So it's pretty nice. And there's this new girl in my class who's sitting behind me and she's from KOREA. People were like so excited. She is super cute. I mean the new korean girl. When Mr Low was reading the attendance and he didn't know how to pronounce her name, she was like shouting (shouting's not exactly the word) her name in excitement. She quite small and super friendly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was pretty funny. I mean seeing all the sec ones looking all nervous and things. There were so many parents around. It feels nice to sit at the upper sec area during assembly. Haha. So royal. Ok, lame much. So after school Divya and I stayed back for awhile to finish our holiday homework, and these 2 sec one girls came into our class and gently asked us how to get out of the school. It was quite hilarious. I mean I don't blame them cause I was also a little lost on the first day of school. So we tried to give them directions but they seemed to not comprehend so we had to guide them. Haha. The sec ones are so innocent and stuff. They still look like they are in primary school. Just wait a few more months and I'll bet they'll have changed drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go cut my hair or something like that. The school rules have gone super strict and things. Plus there's this super spot check tmr or something like that. Chao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116781329350206147?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116781329350206147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116781329350206147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116781329350206147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116781329350206147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-you-guys-see-rainbow-on-new-years.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116703355167010750</id><published>2006-12-25T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:33:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/200464735-001.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116703355167010750?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116703355167010750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116703355167010750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116703355167010750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116703355167010750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116677197428127003</id><published>2006-12-22T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:33:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, apologies to Blogger. I think there was some nonsense spyware making the site lag. I've loaded some photos from Hong Kong. Kinda lazy to upload all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/P1010016-1.jpg" width="250" border="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tram (and audrey who wasn't meant to be in the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/P1010007.jpg" width="250" border="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ignore the band of grey at the bottom. This is the tracks of the trams we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/P1010008.jpg" width="250" border="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The string is attached to the tram I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/P1010012.jpg" width="250" border="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the Carl's Jr. in Hong Kong is called Hardee's? Haha. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v729/serenetankx/P1010013-1.jpg" width="250" border="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Guardian is called Mannings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Carissa's new house yesterday with Dawn, Caiyan and Sarah. It is &lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;super nice&lt;/span&gt; . It is sort of a townhouse with 5 storeys (including the basement and roof). Her room is so so nice. But it was kinda tiring to keep climbing from the basement to her roomcause we forgot to take stuff.We sort of finished our homework there and played. Sarah was like so funny. We went to her basement, which is a gameroom with PS2 and her (or rather her brother's) Xbox. We played Halo 2 which we didn't know how to play at all. Dawn pronounced it as 'Hello', but Carissa and I stuck on 'Hay-lo'. I realise I suck at these killing combat games. I was killed like 3 times in a row. Then we played Sims 2 on her Xbox. My Sim looked like Michael Jackson's female counterpart. Freaky. We wanted to go to her pool but it started raining so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116677197428127003?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116677197428127003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116677197428127003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116677197428127003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116677197428127003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-apologies-to-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116658746261949765</id><published>2006-12-20T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:52:44.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all. I'm finally back. Blogger is so annoying. It took me like 40 minutes to get to the Create Post page. Gah. I can't even go to my templates page. Anyway, Hong Kong was nice :) It's supposedly winter without snow there and it's cold. The temperature's about 11-16 degrees which makes it impossible to leave the hotel without your sweater. And no, I didn't go to Disneyland. Why do people always ask you if you went to Disneyland when you say you've went to Hong Kong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I had an awesome time. Especially with my travel buddy (sounds like a bag), AUDREY. Haha. We went there with her family cause her dad worked there once and he brought us around. The flight there was SO retarded. I think we got a little altitude madness and laughed at everything. I think Jonathan was a little irritated. Ah. What fun. We also caught this poetic sickness. We kept saying things like 'Silly Kindy' or 'Freaky deaky'. Haha. And we got air hair. Urgh. Your hair kinda gets out of control and annoying. Much like Blogger right now. So when we landed, we were greeted by this man who seems a whole lot like Lydia Lum (or was it Lydia Sum)'s male counterpart. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the streets like Temple Street and Ladies Market cause there are SO much stuff to buy there. I bought this gorgeous Franck Muller watch and of course presents for you all. We also went to CityGate Shopping Mall where all the factory outlets are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the trip back, we were sitting behind these 3 Chinese guys who were SO annoying. Actually we were kind of irritated just by the looks of their faces. Harsh but the truth. The guy sitting infront of me kept vigorously fidgeting in his chair. The guy sitting infront of Audrey leaned his chair so far behind that her legs had no space to move whatsoever. The worst part: they kept speaking uber loudly in Chinese. So each time they fidgeted in their chair or leaned back ridiculously we would sort of thump their chair. Then in the middle of the flight we were just talking with our legs crossed (which means that they were not on the floor, goons), the middle guy (the most annoying one) suddenly turned around and said, “Please you could stop kicking chair”. !!!. Hilarious. And when we had to go to the lavatory, we observed that they had the massive dandruff case. I felt like giving them a bottle of anti-dandruff shampoo. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have the pictures loaded on Photobucket, but this mad Blogger site refuses to let me upload it. I'll upload them next time. Oh and I also came back from camp last Tuesday. The leaders went for a 2 days 1 night recce camp. We stayed at the Sarimbum Scout Camp. Lots of commando mosquitoes. Even insect repellent couldn't keep them away. Urgh. But it was fun overall. A little tiring and quite dirty but fun. I can't imagine the 4 days 3 nights next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116658746261949765?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116658746261949765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116658746261949765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116658746261949765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116658746261949765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116425950083120994</id><published>2006-11-23T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:55:36.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my streaming results last Friday. Yes I know I said that we were gonna get it AFTER 17th November (last Friday), but you can't predict irony. The results came out at 5 plus I think. I'm pretty happy I guess. I got the subjects and electives I wanted, but only Divya's coming to my class. I mean from my whole class this year. The people in my class are okay except I'm gonna have to get used to the whole lots of prefects in my class thing as compared to the number in my class this year which is 0. I think I don't know half the people there but at least I've got Eleana, Shan Ying, Aalya, Eunice, Divya, etc :) Oh yes. There are 2 transfer student coming to my class. One is from Vietnam, Myanmar or something like that I think. Her surname doesn't sound Japanese or Korean or anything like that. And I've just found out that FOURTEEN people from my class (this year) is going to 3/3. That's a whole lot of people. Aw man. I'm so gonna miss my class next year. 2/1 is one of the best class ever. There's always the drama, the funny moments, the moments where we get into trouble, etc. I'm so gonna miss everyone. Especially Dawn, Carissa, Caiyan, Gladys, Melanie, Caroline, Joey, the Retards and of course the EASELS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna say, I love rollerblading :) It is absolutely fun. We went to East Coast Park yesterday to sort of pre-celebrate Dawn's birthday. Haha. We took a cab there and that stupid uncle drove by a much longer way making our cab twice the normal. At first, we tried teaching Xin Yee how to cycle, but we kinda failed and by an hour or so, we were all kinda feeling hot and yuck. So we went to get blades :D Haha. The gear was so pongy. We decided not to put it on. Except for Xin Yee who doesn't know how to skate. Then we went to the green rink to get the hang of things and turns out it's really fun. But the hardest thing was getting up after you have fallen down. There was this speed hump/bump and being the amatuers we are, we took a while to get over the hump, with the help of Carissa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 2 hours our feet ached like mad. So we went to cool down then we rented bikes for another 2 hours. You must think we were looney and yes, we were. After some cycling it began to rain and we dashed (or rather cycled) to the nearest hawker centre where we were stranded with some other people for over an hour. That sucked. Much later, Carissa and I went to Mac's to dry off while Dawn and the others who still wanted to cycle, well continued to cycle. At Mac's this bunch of supposedly professional bladers who were also stuck with us in the rain came in. And one of the guys slipped and fell on his bum-oley. Haha. It was pretty funny. Cause he's so showy-offy which is a little irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116425950083120994?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116425950083120994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116425950083120994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116425950083120994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116425950083120994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-my-streaming-results-last-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116373883431766403</id><published>2006-11-17T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:47:14.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just found out that Korean films (not serials) are actually quite hilarious. You see, I went to Audrey's yesterday to do rentals. She borrowed this show called My Little Bride, I think and turns out it is drop-dead funny. Actually we were laughing alot at the subtitles cause the person who wrote them, translated them really weird and funny. And the actress, whose name I do not know, also from the show Innocent Steps, looked really crossed-eyed at some points which cracked us up. After that we watched Monster-In-Law, which was supposed to be funny, but wasn't that funny for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to somewhere (I can't really remember. It was a few days ago), this Indian man (apparently not from Singapore) who is sitting beside me on the train, suddenly talks to me. People in the cabin stared and were awoken from their sleep cause he spoke really loud. At first, I couldn't understand a single word he was saying. He was like "Mumble-mumble, mumble mumble". He continued somemore. I wanted to laugh a little. I mean if you think about it, it pretty hilarious. Imagine sitting in the train and this foreign person starts talking to you nd you do not comprehend a single word he is saying and people are staring. So a while later, I managed to understand a little what he was saying. He was asking me was I Singaporean. That was a little weird. So I said yes, in amusement. Then he asked me if I was Chinese, amd I said yes, a little freaked out now. Then he asked me a few more questions which I did not understand at all. Thank God the train reached Jurong East at that time and I quickly alighted the train with the other people staring in amazement. Sheesh. The guy spoke so loud. Horrid, horrid experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. Today is Friday. The day which we are supposedly supposed to get our streaming results. But no. Turns out we are gonna get our results AFTER 17th November (today). So who knows? We may get it on Christmas or whatever day you have after the 17th of November. Shim shammity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116373883431766403?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116373883431766403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116373883431766403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116373883431766403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116373883431766403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-just-found-out-that-korean-films.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116237806116210660</id><published>2006-11-01T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:54:33.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My jolly jolly holidays were interupted. You may ask why. Drumroll please. I had to go for this EcoDiscovery Trail at Suntec yesterday, courtesy of Mrs. ___. We took a bus (provided for us of course) to suntec convention hall which was freezing and had to watch some people from bend-something school (preferably, the oglers) do this yoga-therapy-sun-dance thing. Then we were being shown around the palce with many many booths on products which help the ecosystem I think, by this 'tour guide' and his assisstant. They gave us this sheet of quiz questions which were to be filled up when you are walking around. Turns out the quiz paper didn't need to be handed in. We got free cheesy stuff (when I say chessy I mean like tacky, not real edible cheese) from the booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, there was this almost-mega-cool booth which krystle and I wandered upon. This woman she takes garbage (which are cleaned) and makes them into stuff like bendi-files, pencil cases. It's really neat. Plus, they smell like dynamo or some of that shim-sham you use to wash you clothes leaving them smelling nice. I guess they smell that way course they are made up of things like Mama Lemon refiller packs and stuff. The thing's really sturdy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the thing, we left for Marina Square, Mel, Joey, Divya, Sandra and Michelle and I. We split with Sandra and Divya and ate at Yoshi's. AND GUESS WHAT. After yoshi's, on the way walking to the MRT Station, we sort of didn't really bump into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;MARK ZEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERICA LEE and some two other people!! They were walking out of Coffee Express I think and we were walking past it and we saw them. I'm telling you, they were like less than a metre away from us!! HAHA. At that point we sort of lost it, with our heads spinning around every few seconds to see if they were behind us. And yes! HAH! Mark Zee and this slightly elder woman (manager perhaps?) were just like 10 feet away!! And they were behind us all the way from Marina Square to Citylink and to the VERY SAME MRT TRAIN + CABIN!! But at a certain point we were behind them. Hahahaha. I think he and the lady thought we were crazy or something. Who cares! What a fateful day. Now I'm thankful for EcoDiscovery Trail and blah! And yes, Mark Zee looks SO much hotter in real life than on Eye For A Guy. I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116237806116210660?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116237806116210660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116237806116210660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116237806116210660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116237806116210660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-jolly-jolly-holidays-were.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17798159.post-116209446694311515</id><published>2006-10-29T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:01:06.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Escape yesterday with Carissa, Caiyan, Dawn, Gladys, Mel and Caroline. We sat ALL the rides (that were open). Haha. Except the family coaster which was a little too crowded with young kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the 'Wet and Wild' ride first which was kinda fun :) Yes, it involves water which hence explains the word 'wet'. There are 2 drops, one not so high and one very high (15 metres). We screamed like manoonooes. Everyone who sat in the back got VERY wet (as in like drenched) and the ones in the front mainly got their butts wet and also a little damp. So we went to the 'Go-Karts' to dry off. I crashed! Haha. I think I mixed up the brake pedal and accelerate pedal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point of time which I can't remember, we went to sit the 360 degrees ride. It was SO traumatising. Hahaha. At one moment you're upside down and another you're facing the sky. And the sudden jerking makes you wanna puke. But it was pretty fun. Oh and I love the 'Flipper'. It's not as wild as the 360 degrees but it's kinda nice. Escpecially when I sat with Gladys :) Cause of the weight difference, we were sort of swinging straight forward like you're gonna fall off your ride sort of way. Nevermind, I don't think you would get it, but whatever. It was still fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we walked to Downtown East to cool down and stuff. We walked into this arcade place which I didn't really like cause it was mega crowded and stuff. So we walked around, played games like hockey, racing and basketball. Then, Carol was playing on this machine which was similar to a drumset. You're supposed to follow the screen and hit the correct part of the drumset. So there 3 guys and a girl standing beside and looking at Carol play so after she was finished one of the guys sat down and played. He was &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;. His hands were moving so friggin fast and he hit everything right. Either he's a awesome drummer or he has awesome memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After downtown, we walked back to Escape and went in again (we got stamps). Played a few more rides and Caiyan and I left first. We took a cab to her place then the MRT for me to drop off. Nice cab ride with her :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17798159-116209446694311515?l=oolala-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/feeds/116209446694311515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17798159&amp;postID=116209446694311515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116209446694311515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17798159/posts/default/116209446694311515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oolala-.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-to-escape-yesterday-with-carissa.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneapple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06782516998052843153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uaXQPLeb-Ks/R3tcIZuL53I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSi8Q-HlKk4/S220/prrreeettty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
