<?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-20362891</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:10:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untoldsecrets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-115029148047669967</id><published>2006-06-14T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:24:42.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wow,I'm finally blogging, after such a long time. I'm just too bored.. I figured how to use my hairstick and put my hair up tightly! All along, it has been quite loose and fall apart easily.  lala, the hols are passing by rather quickly and i was wondering how i would ever go through the hols during the first few days. ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Went out with steph, nic and gen! It was so damn fun! woo! We went shopping together! just like old times. =)  Then went to nic's house, I love her house man. And her playground is not like other kinds of playgrounds, with the normal slide and whatever, its so mysterious, and  so robotic. Anyway, there was this little yellow seat which revolves around, it looks totally kiddy, but when you sit on it and ppl push you around, its like woah. Its so scary la, you feel like you're gonna fly off the seat, like a roller coaster ride. And after it stops, you can still see your surroundings turning around. We went swimming too, so fun! lol. Alot of accidents here and there. haha. Poor nic and her retarded bikini. lol. And nic's pool is so deep! 2.4m! And suprisingly steph made it there without her water fits which she had in the 1m part. haha. Yea, had pizza and steph had to leave, aww, so we went off too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I still have yet to do loads of homework and all those projects. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-115029148047669967?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/115029148047669967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=115029148047669967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/115029148047669967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/115029148047669967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/06/wowim-finally-blogging-after-such-long.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114909190970306067</id><published>2006-05-31T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:56:32.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm so bored..Watched Xmen today with nic. lol, the sound in lido at shaw is damn bloody loud la. I was covering my ears half the time. It could seriously deafen your ears. We walked around, bought stuff from body shop! yay! haha. We went to this cool shop in taka, its so islandish! love it man! We tried on some clothes that were totally not us! We looked like we were at some resort or smth. The top was kind of nice, but the skirt, its so long that me and nic can trip on it. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I have no maid now, she went back to indonesia. My parents decided to do without a maid!? huh. And now, i have to mop the damn floor! wth. They think they can handle all these stuff without a maid, lets see man. I doubt it'll last. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I wanna watch lakeside house? yea. saw the trailer, seems kind of nice. And i know steph will love these kind of movies, hurry! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Omg, i still can't believe that you can still continue doing that and still have such fun and never get tired of it!?! How despicable can you get? how much i regret that day when i even met you, i wish i never knew you. sure, we had fun times, but now, you seem to forget everything, everything that we ever did, our promises? What happened to them? I really don't know how you can bring yourself to do it. You know what, i shouldn't care at all, since you don't seem to give a shit.But i still feel that pang in my heart when i read or think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I could forget about it, just let it vanish away from my memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114909190970306067?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114909190970306067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114909190970306067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114909190970306067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114909190970306067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114865112482032472</id><published>2006-05-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:45:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bloody piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I really wonder how we ever came about making friends with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;What kind of friend are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114865112482032472?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114865112482032472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114865112482032472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114865112482032472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114865112482032472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/05/bloody-piece-of-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114839685833097990</id><published>2006-05-23T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:07:38.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, haven't been blogging for a real long time! oh anyway! Went back to st.hilda's today with peiqi! the school is damn nice! I love it, wish i was in their generation, so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flag raising area, i stood on the podium thing! but peiqi has the pic. haha, then that time got a bunch of childish kids, say what we cannot stand there,but do i look like i give a shit? One of them said hello, we waved back and she snorted, see? MY FRIEND. like wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we are super unlucky! When we entered the sch, i saw some students putting up like posters to advertise their stalls, and i thought it was funfair! but in the end, the funfair is tmr, how unlucky can we get man? The canteen was closed too, so much for my 10cents fishball. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen got tv! It was showing channel news asia. lol, like who will watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circular bench thing, forgot what its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored around the school, got new stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hildian linc? whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door of the library, so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside got waterfall somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiqi reading some da vinci book, davinci? at my school library?hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paintings on the school walls so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the garden, its kinda big, and infront of the gate leading to it, there's even a map, Who will get lost in that garden, please la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishes in the pond, there are 3 ponds in the whole school altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking around, this girl came up to us to tell us that near the poisonous plants, there are snakes? huh, peiqi believed! lol, and you know how short the grass was? how can there be snakes? stupid girl, she's bloody STALKED us all the way through the garden and back. what's her problem? Then she went out and closed the gate, i thought she was gonna lock us in or smth, but she didn't la. she dare? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old classroom, there's actually a sink in each classroom! see, and our school can't even afford proper water pressure in the taps and water cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the toilet. It was the first place we went to when we entered the school haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad our names weren't there. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/SP_A0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tampines mall to eat after that! peiqi so poor thing, she could only drink her gross banana milkshake that tastes like antibiotics while i was eating cheeseburger and twirly fries. I felt so bad, offered her some, she tried eating but couldn't! =(&lt;br /&gt;Walked around in isetan to find our SIGG bottles, but isetan doesn't sell them. lousy. Went to toy section, got alot of interesting toys. haha, and scary ones too. Oh! there was this freaky eeyore and pooh toy, i was pressing it, expecting music, then it started spinning its head and moving its legs! I was like omg! and screamed, peiqi too! lol. Then forgot where we went, haha, all the way to 645pm like that before i had to go for tuitionat 7. Time passed so quickly, at that time, i still thought i had alot of time and wanted to walk around somemore. haha. Yea! So i guess i didn't have to walk around in boring white sands while waiting for the time! yay! thanks peiqi! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114839685833097990?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114839685833097990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114839685833097990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114839685833097990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114839685833097990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-havent-been-blogging-for-real-long.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114795878997301132</id><published>2006-05-18T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:26:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ahhh!!! NOOOO.. elliot got out! damn.. wth.  Elliot should have gotten in with katherine, not taylor. I thought katherine would go out because of her performance yesterday, elliot going out was a shocker. The votes were all so close. bloody hell. wahlao, taylor thinks he can dance but he bloody can't and he sings with his constipated face. I can't stand him. old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114795878997301132?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114795878997301132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114795878997301132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114795878997301132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114795878997301132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhh-noooo.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114658016312502365</id><published>2006-05-02T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:29:24.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love 2/5! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Had class gathering yesterday! It was so fun! Me and steph planned to meet at my busstop since she's taking 76, I was at the traffic light when i saw steph in the bus, both our jaws dropped, I was supposed to go up the same bus she was in. I was laughing to myself, damn funny! like at the same time, open our mouths till so big, lol, later got fly go in.  Met nic, peiqi grace and dah at pp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We went to buy chips and giant and went arcade to play hocket, like before, i sucked at it but my bag helped loads! haha, I don't know how many thousand times the puck got caught in my bag. Then went to buy mango cake, we took so long to decide so me and peiqi went off to look for my bear at hallmark! I asked if they got the j one and they don't , we refused to believe and went to look for it one by one, and i took down the whole shelf! lol! The lady was nice to help me check where there was stock, its at &lt;em&gt;TIONG BARU&lt;/em&gt;! anyone knows wth is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We took a bus and all the stuff was all over my body, too much chips! I started saying cmon! see nic, all your fault.  We filled up the balloons! haha, got all wet.  We were squirting water all over each other. Then we watned to go throw the baloons at another bunch of ppl who were playing volleyball, so we stuffed balloons in our shirt, lol, felt stupid and took them out. haha.  Played charades after that! haha, so fun! I screamed so much, my throat hurts now. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It started raining, ran all the way to ally's house, the cake was all melted and gross,sang birthday song. =) Watched movie, I think i was dozing off already.  Me, steph, nic, dah, grace, pq and annabel went downstairs, the pool was so nice! I was so tempted to just jump right in. Pq and annabel left first, then we tried to play cards, the cards were gross, with milo all over them. Pictionary, haha. Then I saw this small black thing on joan's shirt, and I thought it was a beetle la, stupid, and I ran away from it. Steph shouted that its a raisin, i felt so stupid. lol, raisins look like beetles. damn.  Started throwing raisins at joan, lol, she was just sleeping there while all the raisins fell all over her. haha. Played truth or dare, steph's stupid idea of asking yourself a question and answering. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Left as it was late, had to walk all the way, so scary, i couldn't get a cab for30 min! I was seriously tempted to just walk all the way home but i was scared, and the busstop i was waiting at for a cab had this indian guy who kept staring, I was super super freaked out. When I saw the cab, I was so happy and relieved! My mum bought the l'amour phone! i want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114658016312502365?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114658016312502365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114658016312502365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114658016312502365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114658016312502365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-25-yay-had-class-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114623027657725175</id><published>2006-04-28T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:17:57.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;teph and Nic bought lots of stuff yesterday. haha, the sock is so cute! and steph's one looks wierd cause her hp too long. haha. Thanks for the papaya soap! yay! Today's recess was extended becuase of some talk. Steph had dance, so me and nic went to library to check the newspaper for eight below. We thought there was time even though recess ended already because we saw neelima at the library, so we took our time. Then we suddenly realise that the indians and thais don't have mt period! lol stupid. So we rushed back to class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;After school, we went to century as it was the only cinema with a suitable timing. In the bus, we met our guide senior. And she went aloud, I THOUGHT TODAY GOT GUIDES?? like wth, me and nic just ignored her. Then in the mrt, you know what she freaking did?!? She bloody went to scold us in public? saying that we never go guides? and that other guides were preparing for the campfire, hello, alot of other ppl also didn't go. She really had no right to scold us in public, infront of everyone, wth. I was really pissed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;EIGHT BELOW&lt;/em&gt; was damn bloody nice!!! I cried like dunno how many times la, like cry then stop then start crying all over again. I think &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; other ppl cried too, i heard sniffs. haha. I love that show man!  Some parts were really damn super sad!! and Max was so damn noble, he sacrificed himself for the other dogs!! aww. I love max, the eyeliner dog. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh yea, thanks to those who wished me and gave me presents! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114623027657725175?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114623027657725175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114623027657725175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114623027657725175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114623027657725175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/04/steph-and-nic-bought-lots-of-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114588486672065310</id><published>2006-04-24T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:26:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was taken on 16/04!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/pic11350.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/pic10350.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/pic8350.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile until like that. lol retarded.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Taken on 23/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/pic43350.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic wearing my dad's sandals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/pic35350.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wearing my dad's shoes, lol damn big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/pic33350.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/pic32350.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/pic28350.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one-eye jack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/pic26350.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114588486672065310?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114588486672065310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114588486672065310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114588486672065310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114588486672065310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-was-taken-on-1604-smile-until.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114576544020900673</id><published>2006-04-23T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:11:47.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sistazinc blog is alive, and the template is changed! yay! thanks to steph! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sistazinc.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://sistazinc.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the stupid talk on friday, it was so boring, no use! stupid school pay for this kind of shit. Steph and nic and i sat underneath the table to prevent her from looking at us because we were making so much noise. Me and nic were squashed up while steph was comfortably seated on the floor. tsk. We went off halfway because it was wasting our time.. Sat at the swing to sing and talk! yay! so fun. but i got giddy halfway and steph, being her sadistic self wanted to make me and nic crippled by banging the swing against our legs. tsktsk. What she really did it, we'll be on wheelchairs and she'll have to push both of us all around the school and probably die. All the guides came running in with their stupid noisy and irritating bells. I was gloating how they had to suffer while i was on swing enjoying the breeze. After that went home. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114576544020900673?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114576544020900673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114576544020900673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114576544020900673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114576544020900673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/04/sistazinc-blog-is-alive-and-template.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114576460740965547</id><published>2006-04-23T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:56:47.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is dead! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114576460740965547?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114576460740965547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114576460740965547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114576460740965547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114576460740965547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-blog-is-dead-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114459002244813480</id><published>2006-04-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:40:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Went to pp today alone! hmm, to develop some photos. Oh yea, marks and spencer is having this offer thing, dutch shortcakes, 2 for 6 bucks! Its damn bloody nice, my bro finished up one whole box in one shot and there were 9 huge pieces inside! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Friday was my happiest day of this year! Annabel and Joan joined us for recess! omg, it really brought back so many memories..When we took photos, the poses, the way joan does it in that sloppy manner. omg, its like last year when we came up with stupid poses for our neos. I really miss it. When joan and annabel had to leave because recess ended, I felt so.. sad. It was like when they came back, it was as if i went back to 2/5, then they left, and its gone. I don't know how to explain. Then I saw ally, we hugged, I really miss paj! I miss those english periods! =(  Then we saw joan and ally again, me, steph and nic, we just ran out of the class, chasing after them and then rushing to hug joan. Our heads were banging all over the place la, but we didn't care, I really felt like crying then. I want 2/5 back, I want gen to come back, i want sistaz and originalffis back, I just can't let go and get on with things. I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114459002244813480?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114459002244813480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114459002244813480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114459002244813480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114459002244813480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-to-pp-today-alone-hmm-to-develop.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114433420748297053</id><published>2006-04-06T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:37:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I miss 2/5 so so much.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sistaz inc and originalffis. We had so much fun together, and now, its all gone. We went through so much..&lt;br /&gt;I want 2/5 back, I want to relieve the whole of last year, I miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could wake up to find myself in 2005 but thats never gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;why am i still clinging on to the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114433420748297053?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114433420748297053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114433420748297053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114433420748297053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114433420748297053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-miss-25-so-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114390109562947311</id><published>2006-04-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:18:16.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEIQI WANTS TO NAME HER KIDS HUMTY AND DUMTY!! or JACK AND BEANSTALK, JACK AND JILL!!!LLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH, BEANSTALK COME HERE" LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114390109562947311?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114390109562947311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114390109562947311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114390109562947311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114390109562947311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/04/hahahahahahahaha-guess-what-peiqi.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114381604576102688</id><published>2006-03-31T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:40:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My face is really red! Got sunburnt from standing under the sun for such a long time! Now, I look like I'm blushing non stop. haha. like some shit lobster. ok! anyway, today was sports day, Steph, nic and me stocked up on chips and sweets, as usual.  We are big fat gluttons who eat non stop. We chatted and took pics! haha retarded. =)  we won class champion! woo! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we waited super long for neelima to do our chem project, she was getting scolded by lenny. We walked all the way to macs, damn far and the sun was so hot! tsktsk. We got our food and walked again to the taxi stand and the queue was so long! I was starting to get a headache because of the sun. I stuffed all the nuggets into my mouth. ha. We got on the cab to my house! And, we spent a bloody long time deciding the song, we decided on dont cha! damn funny! We were like coming up with lyrics and dancing! haha! And we collapse on the floor to laugh like dont know how many thousand times, I think we laughed too much that after that, we took turns to go toilet. haha. I was wondering, how are we gonna dance like that infront of the class? Like now, at my house, its easy but infront of everyone?? ahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114381604576102688?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114381604576102688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114381604576102688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114381604576102688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114381604576102688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-face-is-really-red-got-sunburnt.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114303967893055436</id><published>2006-03-22T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:01:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Keely opens her mouth damn big when she sings. haha, and i don't like her curly hair, she reminds me of goldilocks. And i like chelsea's voice! yay! haha, i think i'm scrutinizing everyone on the video. I'm laughing so much at everyone's amusing movements. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, we performed today for cheerleading. I felt so wierd in my skirt, i only had 9 strips and everyone had 10! so i had this gap in the middle of no where. I was damn bloody scared, I just couldn't clam myself down. Then we cheered, it ended so quickly? Like one after another, bambambam. haha. Grace said i was trembling and i still was even when we took photos, I don't know why. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like pim! she's so cute! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114303967893055436?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114303967893055436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114303967893055436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114303967893055436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114303967893055436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-keely-opens-her-mouth-damn-big.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114251901044013519</id><published>2006-03-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:23:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My room now smells like paint. haha. When I got out of the lift to my house after tuition, I got a big big shock, this guy was pushing parts of my bed on his trolley! I was like " thats my bed! " lol. then he said, oh your dad gave them to me. I was damn shocked, turns out that my dad was throwing my bed away.. All mine and my sister's stuff filled up both my parents and brothers room, you know how much that is? My bro was amused by how much stuff we had. Everthing in my room was ew furniture for my room was taken away except for the cupboard even the table because it was one whole set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad and I went out to buy new furniture for my room. haha. We bought a new bed, wardrobe and table, they are coming tomorrow. so fast, I thought it would take like one week or smth. haha. Then my room was repainted in tearose, I thought the colour would be more orangy, now it just looks pink. bleagh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114251901044013519?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114251901044013519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114251901044013519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114251901044013519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114251901044013519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-room-now-smells-like-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114226695486869603</id><published>2006-03-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:22:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Woo.. Went shopping today! with steph and nic! yay! I came do early, so I walked about in wisma for awhile, then steph called to say that she reached already, then on the way while walking to the mrt station, I saw this tv outside a restuarant and this cook holding a real life duck. I was laughing at it, then Imet steph, and when I walked back past that restaurant, the cook was holding a cooked duck. ok. Its not funny but I was seriously amused by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nic was super late, so we shopped around first. I bought this top from giodano! yay! Nic came like damn late, so she owes us 15 bucks each. =) They wanted to go pierce second ear hole, I wanted too, but i was scared and nic was scared too even though she didn't want to bloody admit. haha. worse right. So in the end, we didn't pierce. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We went taka for don't know what shit reason, oh yea, because steph misses the smell of taka. haha! " It makes me feel like i'm in town" quoted from stephanie leong. So we went there to eat at macs, chatted for like 1 hr plus. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Later went to pacific plaza, we had to get new stuff and steph was really desperate for a new bag la, and nic was desperate for a new wallet. I think i was the most calm and composed person there. haha. mambo is super ex, one wallet can cost up to 80 bucks. mad.  Nic was asking to see the wallet, opened it, saw the price tag and I went wow. Then she put it back. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh, went to far east. Nic and I got cheated at Sheer Romance la! they said 2 for 10, then when we paid it was one for 12.90. hmmph. We went to zinc, I was damn fickle, so was steph. I bought a new bag, even though, I didn't want it in the first place, haha, I needed a new wallet. damn. The music was damn freaking loud, and when we got out, everything seemed so silent. Oh! Steph didnt crouch down, cover her ears and cry in zinc, suprise suprise! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Watched Shaggy Dog at suntec, so nice! and throughout the WHOLE movie, nic was swooning over that damn half dog half frog.. So irritating. tsktsk. and me and steph were saying that we get a tadpole for her or smth, so she can sit and stare at her stupid tadpole the whole day. ahha. Bought our humongus boxes and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Steph and I waited like one hour damn hour for 70, then we called sbs to complain, and you know what they said?!?1 they said that 70 doesn't come to suntec until like 7pm plus. WTH?I seriously wanted to cycle all the way home, jsut that we didn't knwo the way and we had no bikes. =(So we had to walk all the way to nicoll highway. And, I think we are seriously psychic. really. At nicoll highway, we got tired of waiting for 70, so we wanted to cross over and steph said " if 70 comes now, and we miss it, I'm going to scream". I agreed and guess what, 70 really came. so we ran all the way and my huge box was smashing against my leg, steph just went in and wanted to sit, but smart me went to ask the driver, turns out the correct 70 was across the road. We walked across and we were damn appalled at our psychicness. especially for bad stuff. then steph said" later the 70 is single then we got no seat?" and since there were 3 buses lining up, again, she said" i think the one behind is 70" and guess what. IT really was 70 la and single deck and we didnt get a seat. I was asking steph to keep her mouth shut la.. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We are really psychic, and only for bad things. More than 10 things we said have really come true and its not only these kind of minor stuff like buses. Much much more major than buses.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114226695486869603?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114226695486869603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114226695486869603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114226695486869603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114226695486869603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/03/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114217379594682484</id><published>2006-03-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:29:55.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;omg.. After blog hopping, I started tearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I miss 2/5 so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I miss my place, I miss waving and smiling at joan, steph and nic.. I miss gen and her happy go lucky self. I miss crapping with ally and pq, making fun of mrs tan and all the wierd stuff we did.. I miss having our little picnic in class and everyone brought food to share. I went through so much in 2/5, my best moments were spent in 2/5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how life is huh? You only start missing, wanting and appreciating something when it really goes away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I want 2/5 to come back, I want it so much and yet, deep inside, I know that it can't come back, and it never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114217379594682484?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114217379594682484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114217379594682484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114217379594682484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114217379594682484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114191883965497974</id><published>2006-03-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:41:52.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really dont want to go for guides..=( I wish I loved my cca, then I wont have to face this every week. damn. theres footdrill, and I found out that I'm in structures..AGAIN. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling peiqi about the sort of shooting star and pink clouds i saw today and you know what she said?!?!?1 she said" u think you're in bimboland?" whats that! I got the photos of the pink clouds in my hp ok! tmr I shall prove it to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114191883965497974?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114191883965497974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114191883965497974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114191883965497974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114191883965497974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-really-dont-want-to-go-for-guides.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114174117145538198</id><published>2006-03-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:19:31.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from tuition.. so late! haha, tuition was funny! I couldn't stop laughing la.. We were discussing when should be our next lesson or smth like that, because next week is the hols and most ppl can't make it.. then we were saying that have 2 lessons together, and 1 hr lunch break! ok.. It ain't that funny now, but everyone was laughing like shit. and this guy have to have 3 lessons! like 6 hrs. wow.  But, obviously it won't happen. Even 2 hours of tuition can make me die. I think we took like 30 min to finish one pathetic question, cause we kept making stupid mistakes and charabel was laughing at every mistake she made..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally figured what my bro was making already. Its supposed to be a stopwatch.. But all I see is this piece of plastic and different coloured wires sticking out of it.  Smart, can make a stopwatch out of a piece of plastic and wires..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114174117145538198?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114174117145538198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114174117145538198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114174117145538198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114174117145538198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-came-back-from-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114122523788434906</id><published>2006-03-01T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:04:20.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to steph's house today! haha. to take photos! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is steph dancing? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic trying on her stiff skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flash spoilt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I turned the flash off.hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that the surrounding area is a beach! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic doesn't know the meaning of head to toe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stoning. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/10.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance, sports and music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/11.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meditate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/12.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/13.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/14.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats probably how we looked like in 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/15.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/16.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this remind you of the ghost that came out from the tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/17.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what we were up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/18.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/19.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fling your hair back, like those shampoo ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/20.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our feet and the camera case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/21.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imitating annabel! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/22.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scissors, paper, stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/23.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold and hungry, save our souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/24.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asleep or dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/25.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who actually sleeps like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/26.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/28.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in dresses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/29.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/30.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/31.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/32.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disco! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pics are at steph's and nic's blog! One person's couldn't possibly post all of the pics! too many!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114122523788434906?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114122523788434906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114122523788434906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114122523788434906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114122523788434906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-to-stephs-house-today-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114113661246813117</id><published>2006-02-28T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:23:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise something at tuition. I simply cannot remember anything la, like he ask me a qn, I can't do it mentally and snap, give the answer straight, other ppl can.. I must have went "huh" like don't know how many thousand times because, I keep forgetting the formulas, and I asked almost all the qns la, like how to start. I think he got tired of explaining to me.. haha. I must improve my memory man.  yay! Tomorrow, going to dye hair! haha. hope it will turn out nice! =D and after that going to steph's house! heehee haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;you two don't be sad ok? I know you're having difficulties, but I'll always be there. =) ee so mushy! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114113661246813117?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114113661246813117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114113661246813117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114113661246813117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114113661246813117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-realise-something-at-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114062142119426100</id><published>2006-02-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:17:01.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sigh. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;why? I miss the old times, people change, maybe I should change too? Is it for the better? I'm still my old self, people have moved on, I'm still stuck here, just wishing that one day, I would wake up and find myself where I was a year ago. I know it would never ever happen. Now, I just want one day, just one day, to relieve the moments, and I'll be satisfied. I know it won't come back and it never will. It's only when things are gone, thats when I really start to appreciate how much that means to me and how much I really need it. I find it hard to move on with all the fond memories still on my mind. I really don't know what to do with myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114062142119426100?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114062142119426100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114062142119426100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114062142119426100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114062142119426100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh_22.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114061517275953717</id><published>2006-02-22T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:35:51.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo!today is over! lol, it was thinking day today, bleagh, i had to wear my damn uniform to school and stay with it till the end of the day . omg. embarassing. nic didn't have to do horseshoe, just because she forgot to bring her beret, I should have forgotten too. damn. sigh. went to pp! haha. for lunch! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my new tuition yesterday, it wasn't really what I pictured . I didn't have to walk in while everyone stared, because, I was the first one. lol. The people didn't really stare? or maybe I didn't notice . When I was waiting, this girl came and she looked straight at me la! I was wondering wth? Then later when  the door opened, she smiled and asked me to go in! yay! lol. She was kinda friendly..haha. yay! And I didn't feel inferior. yet. Because that lesson was revision so the teacher just taught me some stuff. I realise my teacher loves to say:" another heartattack or don't give me heartattack" I bet I heard it at least 7 times la. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114061517275953717?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114061517275953717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114061517275953717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114061517275953717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114061517275953717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/02/wootoday-is-over-lol-it-was-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114053234791977837</id><published>2006-02-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:32:27.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my dearest sister: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! lol. 26! muaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114053234791977837?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114053234791977837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114053234791977837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114053234791977837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114053234791977837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-my-dearest-sister-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114041848967592331</id><published>2006-02-20T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:54:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh! I can't rmb a single shit for geog. damn. I seriously can't take all this exams and all the stress. Its the same thing every week, I miss sec2, when things were so slack and I could go out almost every weekend, and now? wtf. If I go out on weekends, its like I completely have no time to study, and this week? 5 tests. mad. I just signed up for tuition, damn, now, I'm only free on wed and sun! omg, can't even go out after school. Steph and nic wanted to go to pp for lunch today, but I have piano lesson, I can't wait till I finally finish piano up, I will have so much more time. sigh.  This school is stressing us all up and for what? I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114041848967592331?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114041848967592331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114041848967592331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114041848967592331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114041848967592331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/02/ahhhh-i-cant-rmb-single-shit-for-geog.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114024451939751586</id><published>2006-02-18T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T14:35:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't do math and I can't memorize geog! wth.. lucky I didn't go for thinking day rally, whatever that is, I've never been to one before. lol. skipped it today, 5 cas next week! omg, what are they trying to do? stress us up until we die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had guides yesterday,omg, I think she had some shit problem with us.. What's up with her attitude man. Stupid cheer. I don't know, but maybe she was trying to take revenge on us or smth. In class, when she demonstrated the cheer, I seriously couldn't stop laughing at her, almost everyone was laughing la. She was clapping and her arms were flinging everywhere, and with that face that says "I know everything, so you better follow me and even if you do, you won't do it as well as me".. LOL. Then everytime, she demonstrated to teach the sec1s, I burst out laughing. That's probably the reason la, she's not happy with us laughing so she has to punish us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sec ones couldn't cheer properly, she lost her temper, asked us to go outside of the classroom! damn. and we had to do pushups because our sec ones couldnt do it properly, I don't blame them.. hello? they're new, they're shy what. and pls, not everyone has a loud voice. wth, we had to continue cheering and if it wasn't loud enough, we had to do pushups. She even threatened that we go to tkss that side and cheer, or keep on cheering until we get it loud enough, and even if the sch closes, she says that we can go outside of the sch to cheer. like wth. So the whole world could probably hear us cheering agn and agn, embarrasing man! Its just a damn cheer, why does she has to make such a big deal out of it? I don't get it. After the GOH ppl came to join us, it became louder! yay! and we could go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I have to wear my guide u and walk all over the school on thinking day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114024451939751586?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114024451939751586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114024451939751586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114024451939751586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114024451939751586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-do-math-and-i-cant-memorize.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-114001475743069824</id><published>2006-02-15T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:45:57.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more photos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/chinesenewyear004.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 15 year olds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/chinesenewyear005.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/chinesenewyear009.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love taking photos! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-114001475743069824?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/114001475743069824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=114001475743069824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114001475743069824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/114001475743069824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-photos-15-year-olds-we-love.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-113957730129237668</id><published>2006-02-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:04:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos photos! yay! these were taken during chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/beatricewenjanice2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comfy couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/benjaminxinlingbeatricebrian2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/cousins12.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/cousins22.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/cousins32.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a16/_joce_/mewenbeatricejanice2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at this huge castle lookalike house beside us! I have no idea why I was smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-113957730129237668?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/113957730129237668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=113957730129237668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113957730129237668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113957730129237668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/02/photos-photos-yay-these-were-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-113871460952210277</id><published>2006-01-31T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T16:02:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr have to go back to school! sigh, no more late mornings.. the cny hols just pass by like that! collected ang pows! yay! free money. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went visiting for the first and second day.. all the goodies gonna make me fat! ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a suprise! haha! Steph, joan nic and me were planning to go out today but we had a pleasant suprise! haha! actually only joan nic and me were suprised, since steph was in this whole plot.. tsktsk.. anyway! Gen came back!! ahhhhh!!! haha. They came to my condo, then we were waiting at this bench there to "enjoy the breeze" and then gen popped up!!! then nic went ahhh! i went ahhh! joan went ahhh! or did she? can't rmb, i was too caught up in that moment! haha! It has been 6 months! so long! and it passed by so quickly! woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took photos then had lunch..We cabbed to orchad! haha! we begged the taxi man to let all 5 of us squeeze in one cab! At some points along the way, we had to hide so it looked like there was only 3 ppl behind, so nic sat down on the floor and bent her head! haha! We got away scot free! Shopped in orchad. Walked all over orchad! oh, at the face shop, we were looking at the nail polishes, I saw one, i took the tester and I told nic" ee! so gooey!" then she said " You took the wrong one" , so i stupidly went to take a new one and opened it. I was caught and forced to pay for it by that face shop woman. tsk. sigh. We took neos. Then went over to hard rock! haha! nic's treat! woo! We ate alot, haha.but one stupid smoothie cost 7 bucks la. so ex. but i drunk coffee that costs 20 bucks per cup! it was so nice, it had 3 kinds of alchohol in it! haha. It was at from some hotel. anyway, we sang happy birthday when the hot fudge brownie came! It was belated but heck, they might give us free cake! but they didn't la. stingy. haha. When the bill came, it was like woah. we ate that much?! and nic just paid. like that. rich woman. The bill came in this black holder, then nic left the money there and left, joan and me were uncertain so we stayed behind, I opened it and it was 10 cents short! None of us had 10 cents! ahh! so joan went to find the rest, and the woman came. She took so long! and i was waiting there like some idiot until i finally gave up and just paid 2 bucks. so the woman got the rest as tip . good for her.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that as it was late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-113871460952210277?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/113871460952210277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=113871460952210277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113871460952210277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113871460952210277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/01/tmr-have-to-go-back-to-school-sigh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-113785911112370611</id><published>2006-01-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:58:31.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woo.. finally finished packing everything! yay!  but my bag is fat! FAT. and BIG.. i managed to squeeze everything i need into my bag! its bulging and really fat. Its practically overflowing, things actually spill out when i open the bag. damn. and ill probably have to take everything out to get to the bottem of the bag. I seriously don't know how am i gonna squeeze everything back in at the end of the obs.  haha. I tried walking with the bag.! My bag was like swinging everywhere, and it bumped into the walls, like im some kind of pinball. I'll probably bump into everyone too, and all the trees.  its so damn big!!! and heavy too. im wondering whether i overpacked. hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yay! im excited for obs! i wasnt at first but now i am! looks like i cant bring my pesticide anymore, my bag has completely no space for this huge can . damn. im thinking of spraying the whole tent with insect repellent! then no insect can come in! haha! whoo!  they can all go ahead and die! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-113785911112370611?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/113785911112370611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=113785911112370611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113785911112370611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113785911112370611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/01/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-113681836584752237</id><published>2006-01-09T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:56:39.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Tmr don't have to go sch! haha! I feel so relaxed! Oh! and today, I was walking to sch, I passed by this malay school and saw sheep!!! like so many! all in the school grasspatch! I got a fright! haha! but they are gonna get slaughtered tmr..aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to malaysia yesterday! I was really tired man. One day shopping! Walked the whole damn day, woke up damn early too. Shopped around, couldn't really find anything nice though, bored of malaysia. My mum just stocked up on new year goodies! yay! It rained the whole day too, then some low areas, the car was driving through it and water was splashing everywhere! I think it was pretty deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres this stretch of road, where this woman was gang raped and murdered! I was so scared! and they say that if your car break down on that peice of road after 9pm, you're finished. No one will help you,because all those bandits will fake a car breakdown and do don't know what to their kind hearted victims who offer help, so obviously no one will take the chance. And only those that will approach you are those mean and bad ppl, who will rape, rob or murder. freaky! and there are no street lamps! tsktsk! And that time when we were driving there, we were on the way to a restaurant to eat dinner! and it was beginning to darken! I was freaked out, damn scared. Luckily, we din't have to take that route back to the customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to singapore, I was happy. lol. Never have I felt so happy about returning home. Maybe I was ignorant or whatever, but I never noticed how undeveloped malaysia is, like some places have no street lamps, or drains. And even when there is a road block , they don't warn you, we had to turn back when we went straight into a road block. Oh! and I heard that you can never trust the street signs, it'll probably lead you to some unknown place, especially in those deserted areas..ee! scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-113681836584752237?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/113681836584752237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=113681836584752237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113681836584752237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113681836584752237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-tmr-dont-have-to-go-sch-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-113621284190902636</id><published>2006-01-02T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:40:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School reopens tmr! sad. The hols just flew by like that. sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-113621284190902636?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/113621284190902636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=113621284190902636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113621284190902636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113621284190902636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-reopens-tmr-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20362891.post-113600348940660706</id><published>2005-12-31T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T12:31:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new years eve! I changed my blog, everything is the same except for the url.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20362891-113600348940660706?l=untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/feeds/113600348940660706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20362891&amp;postID=113600348940660706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113600348940660706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20362891/posts/default/113600348940660706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untoldsecrets-.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-years-eve-i-changed-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>joce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595814651560051771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
