<?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-37776840</id><updated>2011-10-28T19:50:08.267+08:00</updated><category term='Rules + Tiannan + MPC + Creep-o'/><category term='Favor'/><category term='Remind me'/><category term='Results'/><category term='A Picture From Mrs Wong&apos;s House'/><category term='Mixture Of Things'/><category term='Fill in the blanks.'/><category term='Adrenaline'/><category term='it slips'/><category term='Time after time'/><category term='Road Side'/><category term='Righteous'/><category term='Retreat'/><category term='This Fool Don&apos;t Fool'/><category term='Bird Business'/><category term='MCCC&apos;s Day Out'/><category term='Think and Make It'/><category term='Loved'/><category term='Bridge to Vietnam'/><category term='International Friendship Day'/><category term='You Had To'/><category term='Myphoneah(Myopia)'/><category term='BOOM BAM'/><category term='Ooh'/><category term='Health Screening + Rainy Day + Symptons'/><category term='Tongue'/><category term='Hard Labour Day'/><category term='Christmas Spirit :)'/><category term='Wonder'/><category term='Deimsomnia'/><category term='Mrs Wong&apos;s House'/><category term='Cook up some pictures'/><category term='I Can&apos;t Believe It.'/><category term='Je t&apos;aime'/><category term='Tragedy Platform'/><category term='Ice-Cream On The Way'/><category term='ABBA Mania'/><category term='Soccer + Photo-Taking :D'/><category term='Noting'/><category term='Bye Bye'/><category term='Aweird'/><category term='D&apos;at mao'/><category term='Mixes and Matches'/><category term='Happy Birthday To Who?'/><category term='Funfair + Wedding'/><category term='I am one of them - now'/><category term='Reunite'/><category term='I&apos;ll meet you here.'/><category term='uncle Teng Hong?'/><category term='ma cherie'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><category term='I make them good girls go bad.'/><category term='Case Unsolved+Car Accident+Memory Verses'/><category term='Free Roaming'/><category term='Afterglow'/><category term='Adapt'/><category term='A Laughing Matter'/><category term='Amazing'/><category term='Identify the Day'/><category term='Not This Year'/><category term='Birthdays + Spoiled and Broken'/><category term='Ow'/><category term='Scream'/><category term='Bukit Batok + Past Few Days&apos; Current Events'/><category term='Think About It'/><category term='EXAMS ARE OVER. 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(ABOVE)'/><category term='MUSIQUE'/><category term='My So Called &quot;Magical&quot; Night'/><category term='Aww'/><category term='Computer Lab'/><category term='The Bitter Sweet Memories'/><category term='All My Loves'/><category term='Aly and AJ'/><category term='Collide the Days with the Nights'/><category term='Wait for Me'/><category term='Oral-B Exams'/><category term='Hatred In This World'/><category term='I Miss You'/><category term='Hangover'/><category term='Talent Fiesta'/><category term='Hurt'/><category term='Drama Mama Mia'/><category term='Something for Each 08'/><category term='where are we going?'/><category term='This is The Potential Breakup Song'/><category term='All The Way Around'/><category term='Odds and Opposites'/><category term='Back to Show'/><category term='Jumpin&apos;'/><category term='Veggie...'/><category term='Wowzers'/><category term='F is BOOM Dynamite(:'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Cute Video'/><category term='My November Summer'/><category term='I Won&apos;t Grow Out'/><title type='text'>On The Ride</title><subtitle type='html'>Trying to enjoy my childhood.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37776840.post-2024100103259218346</id><published>2009-10-30T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:17:21.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragic'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooooooo, my blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Or so you think.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ha ha ha. Well, to me, my blog and I needed a break. Yes, we broke up for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Laura told me she noticed I didn't post any October post so TADAAA :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I had an awesome dream.&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot what happened ): :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S TRAGIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think God gave me that dream to feel better after Wednesday's training. And it did! I wanted to use Facebook to talk to moo or Josephian to comfort me but I couldn't due to my sister's PW (ooooh, stressful) and so I went to sleep and had that amazing dream. And since I didn't chat with moo or Josephian, they talked to me in my seriously cool dream! And it was like a real life Facebook! OH WAIT -- life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; real life Facebook. Ohahaha :D Well, yeah, it was like a real life Facebook in my dream. And I was living the dream? Hmm. That sounds funny.&lt;br /&gt;But like Facebook, people acted weird.&lt;br /&gt;And now while waiting for the laundry, I'm thinking whether I can wake Chris up. I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;And to Judy: I went back because because because, ummm OH! I remember now. I wanted to see how it's changed and see my old friends :D But actually, to tell the truth, the hard core truth, I wanted to eat the food there. IT'S JUST SO TASTY!&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AND GUESSSSSS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;TODAY LAST YEAR I'M IN VIETNAM WITH SHPS AND MS TAN AND 6/3 of 2008!&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD I RAN 3KM TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-2024100103259218346?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2024100103259218346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=2024100103259218346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2024100103259218346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2024100103259218346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/soooooooo-my-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-7686536395483866931</id><published>2009-09-02T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:13:18.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Roaming'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went to St. Hilda's Primary for Teachers' Day. I think almost everyone did, right?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my blog's on its way to death. So it'd be cool to talk to myself. Really?&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you guys did not think I'd head back to Rosyth, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I went to Rosyth and it was aweird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bad points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emily and Nicky left us for their friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couldn't roam about the school. So kiasu now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw people I've not seen for four years. Oh my word FOUR years? Wow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The boys went through the growth spurt! Or did they?&lt;br /&gt;I think that's just the one good point.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the ride there was nice.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Huh ha huh ha.&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's something wrong with the links, people. You don't have to repeat it for me, right? I'll do something about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-7686536395483866931?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7686536395483866931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=7686536395483866931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7686536395483866931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7686536395483866931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-went-to-st.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-4013127889682395726</id><published>2009-08-11T21:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:50:35.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I make them good girls go bad.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;JUST ONE NIGHT COULDN'T BE SO WRONG&lt;br /&gt;I MAKE YOU WANNA LOSE CONTROL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awesome song! Way too Aweful! MY NEW WORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got back from my own personal '&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;rehab&lt;/span&gt;' on Sunday. Away from my family as someone had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;H1N1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, Christy and I were at the MacDonald's at &lt;u&gt;the junction in between Bukit Timah Rd and somewhere in Tajong Pagar&lt;/u&gt; waiting for our dad to come pick us up. And who would've have known that there'd be so many smart schools around (Um, but of course there were people who knew. It's just that it's a figure of speech.). Anyway, it was like some meeting place for those schools.&lt;br /&gt;There were,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;St. Joseph's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Singapore Chinese Girls'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;St. Magaret's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Methodist Girls'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Raffles Institution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hwa Chong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ACJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Maybe more. But yeah. It was interesting. Saw some netballers. Or maybe volleyballers. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, we were waiting there for an hour and half. We discussed some serious and some insouciant stuff. The weather was perfect. My kind of weather. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cloudy and windy&lt;/span&gt; with the occasional &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;sunshine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came and we were on our way to my ah-ma's house.&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Batok is like a quiet, secluded, simple lifestyle kind of place. It has nice food! Haha! It's one of my favorite places in Singapore. Aw. I used to go there every holiday, but because of netball and stuff like camps, I didn't visit for some seven months.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TO PLAY &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SIMS 3&lt;/span&gt;! YES YES YES! HA! HAHAHA! But not for long... Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I was juggling three books while staying there. Finished two, left one. But I'm not that interested in that one. Anyway, it just so happened (or shall I say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coincidental&lt;/span&gt; as we had just learnt the meaning of the word today during English) that I was reading books that were set during the 1940s - 1960s. How aweird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love the NDP song! Maybe not so love but just like it. Idk. But some people don't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate Fei Fei wanton mee today! With my dad and Christianne. It's becoming like a tradition maybe? Just the three of us and then going to the nonya place to buy treats. :D SO NICE. On the way back, we had a nice talk about the future. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-4013127889682395726?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4013127889682395726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=4013127889682395726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4013127889682395726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4013127889682395726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-one-night-couldnt-be-so-wrong-i.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5841294322176820974</id><published>2009-07-28T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:55:58.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afterglow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a netball carnival.&lt;br /&gt;Like two weeks ago? Ugh, late.&lt;br /&gt;A netball carnival is an event when schools can participate to have friendly matches with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the St. Hilda's C div, under the name of SHS&lt;3 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Singapore Sports School&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, Singapore Sports School. Get the words in your head. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sports&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think we did pretty good. But we could have done better. We did not let the opposition go over 20.&lt;br /&gt;I liked playing with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Bowen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;North Vista&lt;/span&gt;. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda embarrassing for me. I was talking about this person to Natasha, Laura and Christianne when all of a sudden, Christy grabbed my hand and said, "Eh!" And that person walked right past us.&lt;br /&gt;And I had no words to save or make up for what I said. I was literally &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt;. But that person just kept walking. So... I'm not sure if that person knew or not... But OH MY WORD! It was a lesson learnt, according to Christianne. But, but, but OH MY WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Youth Camp Afterglow.&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It was better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way.&lt;br /&gt;When we did the sharing, our sec one class was the first batch to go there as a batch. So Rebekah was proud of us :D Anyway, when we did our sharing, it was pretty nerve-wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JULIANNE JUST SLEEPTALKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5841294322176820974?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5841294322176820974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5841294322176820974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5841294322176820974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5841294322176820974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-had-netball-carnival.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1494237135313401542</id><published>2009-07-04T09:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:24:25.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I saw a lizard prey on a big dark cockroach. It got it in the end, I think. Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta woke up to three people dying. First, it was a church friend. Second, it was Michael Jackson. Third, It was Farrah Fawcett. You guys probably don't know the last one. But she acted in Charlie's Angels in the 1970s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey, hey! Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Christy had two dreams about this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Then I had one of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Then she had another dream of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And in all the dreams, he was with our brother. So weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And it seemed as if we were like family together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And it links up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;All of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;First, he hangs out with us at someplace like Fort Canning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Second, he eats breakfast with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Third--my dream--he plays board game with us early, early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Last, he goes to youth camp with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;It's linked up, isn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;He goes out with us and it was too late so he sleptover. He eats breakfast with us. Maybe playing a board game before going to youth camp. Freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;He thought of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This linked up thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh, and the 'us' refers to Bryan, Christianne and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1494237135313401542?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1494237135313401542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1494237135313401542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1494237135313401542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1494237135313401542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-i-saw-lizard-prey-on-big.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5212380767977449799</id><published>2009-06-24T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:38:51.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hangover'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I HAVE A YOUTH CAMP HANGOVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Yet nice.&lt;br /&gt;So it's aweird.&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;:O And I'm wearing the camp tee now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;. Way, way too awesome. It was about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;the end times&lt;/span&gt;. Though it may be a freaky subject, the speaker made it more interesting and made it seem less scarier.&lt;br /&gt;Our groups were based on the seven churches mentioned in Revelations and my group was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;PHILADELPHIA&lt;/span&gt;. The name was so mouthful especially when we were playing the bomb game. It sounded more like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feely&lt;/span&gt; bomb! Feeliphia&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bomb! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feely &lt;/span&gt;bomb to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sardis &lt;/span&gt;bomb!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I like the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And I love my group members.&lt;/span&gt; They were all nice and supportive :D And when they saw how good I can be at something, they'd cheer me on real loud.&lt;br /&gt;One of my group members was so nice to send me an encouragement card. Haha. In the note, he was like, "You seem tired during group discussions. Do you drink coffee? You should go drink some or I can go help you get." HAHAHA :D I do drink coffee, btw. But so funny! And he ended it by saying, "P.S. You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;grow up." Because of my '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I Won't Grow Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' tee! I really love that t-shirt! I know that what he said can seem corny or whatever but it seemed pretty funny to me when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;We played angel-and-mortal. I knew that Christianne's mortal was Rebekah. But I didn't know that Rebekah was my angel! Everyone was laughing hard when it was revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hangover might be hanging on for some time. And even though I'd never heard 'Touch My Hand' by David Archuleta, it can remind me of the camp. 'Never Say Never' by The Fray also reminds me of the camp. Even though it was never stuck in my head during the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you guys are like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Why the huhwhat would I want to read this crap from Marianne Chua? She hasn't even replied my tags/tagged me/relinked me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, haha to you. And sorry.&lt;br /&gt;So I now owe about half my links tags. I'm so, so sorry. Especially to Su'aidah who has been tagging by when I wasn't replying for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really, really great idea for a story. But the only problem is that I need to get it plotted. I only have a rough idea of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5212380767977449799?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5212380767977449799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5212380767977449799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5212380767977449799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5212380767977449799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-youth-camp-hangover.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8165256764039491127</id><published>2009-06-14T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:49:24.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t let me go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So sorry for not tagging back. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;tag back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just keep the tags coming so that it can haunt me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NYWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I remember one day, when I was eating breakfast, I was sitting on a chair with one leg up. Then my ah-ma asked me, "Do you like sitting like that?"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize at first that I was sitting in that postion. So I answered, "Oh, I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;"My father sat like that."&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Cooool!"&lt;br /&gt;"But I don't. Neither do your parents."&lt;br /&gt;My face was probably like :O. Then I also found out that my cousin and my auntie sits like that too. :O again. It's aweird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;HRISTY &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;I were late for all the holiday trainings so far. And when you're late, you have to start later. So Christianne and I ran rounds by ourselves and it was kinda cool. No competition and running alone was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;E also had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twin-on-twin interview&lt;/span&gt; with the sec two netball twins in facebook. They super fun to be with. And friendly.&lt;br /&gt;After netball training, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tiffany A.&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Jaime&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Peiwen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Seraphina&lt;/span&gt; and the two pairs of twins were talking at first. Then we played truth or dare. But we drifted off at one truth question and just started discussing about alot, alot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ooh! And, and and! They went to Vietnam too! So we were like comparing all the stuff. Like all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'M going to a church camp tomorrow for five days. I guess I'm excited for it. But I also don't want to go. Eesh. Ah, and I haven't packed yet. We're going to Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;I have been living without parents for 35 and a half hours. They're in Bali right now. Their chance for a honeymoon as we were going to be away. Haha. So Julianne's in charge now. She actually sounded grown up when she asked, "So what do you guys wanna eat tomorrow?" She sounded so much like my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8165256764039491127?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8165256764039491127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8165256764039491127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8165256764039491127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8165256764039491127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-sorry-for-not-tagging-back.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8649765460982669804</id><published>2009-05-30T08:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:30:49.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Had To'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PORTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;AY&lt;/span&gt; had me excited but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just had to fall.&lt;/span&gt; Ouch. The first-aid people thought I was crying because my wound hurts. Haha :D Like real. I feel better anyway. I just don't like the fact that I can't lie on my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The fact that 1F is the overall champion makes me feel much more better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christianne was walking around SHPS with her two medals while I walked around empty-handed. Ms Tan was so cute. She was said to Christianne, &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"So Marianne can have one of your medals lah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be at SHPS. It really reminded me alot of some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;EE~!&lt;/span&gt; The water soccer was so fun. But I have no idea why I kept falling down while the people around me did not even fall down once. And I fell in an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; position! I slipped and landed on my back with my head jerking up. Awkward position, awkward position!&lt;br /&gt;During netball, Christy sprained her ankle. She gets injured on her right foot while I get injured on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ESTERDAY,&lt;/span&gt; we could not train in school because the carpark was loaded and the D&amp;amp;T void deck was not available so we went to the sheltered basketball court nearby. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It was cooooooool literally.&lt;/span&gt; Idk why but it was windy there. Even though there were HDB blocks everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh oh, oh and I saw Hui Jun &amp;amp; Minen at the playground nearby.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch with Ms Neo and netballers, Christianne &amp;amp; I went to the library then to the Sunplaza Park then to the library again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ND I'm glad I didn't fail anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8649765460982669804?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8649765460982669804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8649765460982669804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8649765460982669804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8649765460982669804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/s-ports-d-ay-had-me-excited-but-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1041882572729121953</id><published>2009-05-18T09:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:57:16.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wombat'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to tOne three times in row. I like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt; alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, my mom was bored so she was flipping through the channels on TV. She stopped at Nat Geo. And there was this documentary called 'In The Womb' and that day's episode was featured on '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Twins,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Triplets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Quads&lt;/span&gt;'. So awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;They said that the babies can like communicate or like interact while they're in the womb and that was so cute when they showed a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scene of it. Seriously cute.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't say that when they took the babies out though. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;horrrrrrible&lt;/span&gt;. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I wanted to take a nap but in the end, I slept from 5 to 6 in the morning. If it was a school night, I'd be upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1041882572729121953?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1041882572729121953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1041882572729121953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1041882572729121953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1041882572729121953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-went-to-tone-three-times-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-2916852962483679079</id><published>2009-05-03T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:33:12.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Ask Why'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I think I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hercules&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And some other Greek myths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wee, they're awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Christy and I had a little movie marathon. We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hercules &lt;/span&gt;in the afternoon, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just My Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the evening and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Lake House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at night. Three awesome movies in one day.&lt;br /&gt;Should I post this video from Hercules? Idk, it might seem foolish or childish. Wait, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; seem childish. But I like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ugh, I'll go ask Christianne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;SHE SAID YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;But it might seem weird funny to you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Let me confirm with Christianne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_bEWXs_FX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_bEWXs_FX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Too weird? Idk. I liked the song ever since I was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today's exam was weird, maybe. It was about the olympics. And I just watched a Greek thing. So I was thinking of Hercules a bit. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-2916852962483679079?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2916852962483679079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=2916852962483679079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2916852962483679079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2916852962483679079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-i-like-hercules.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8019935129469161180</id><published>2009-04-29T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:15:14.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road Side'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/Sfg1GzaQsKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Asb5OcR04zA/s1600-h/images-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/Sfg1GzaQsKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Asb5OcR04zA/s200/images-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330068549988823202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY! YAY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I CAN GO BACK TO ROSYTH ON TEACHERS' DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;AND, AND, AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;IT'S ON A TUESDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;SO, SO, SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I CAN GO EAT THE CHICKEN CUTLET MEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;OH MY, OH MY, OH MY GOODNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;CELEBRATE WITH ME PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overreacting maybe. But I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story.&lt;br /&gt;On my way to school today, I was walking and then I accidently stepped on a cat's tail. It was sleeping at that time. So the distressed cat scratched my leg. Which is why my leg is now prettily engraved with strokes. Not pretty; disgusting. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my math test results 14 out of 25. Then I counted and even made Nicole and Su'aidah count it many many times and found out Mr Yeoh counted my results wrongly. So from 14 to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school, Christy and I were talking with Grace, Averyl, Nicole D and Joey. They were seriously funny. They make me feel like netballers should be this enthusiastic. But we are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NICHOLAS KOH! NKF! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8019935129469161180?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8019935129469161180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8019935129469161180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8019935129469161180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8019935129469161180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/Sfg1GzaQsKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Asb5OcR04zA/s72-c/images-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37776840.post-1513047131491915058</id><published>2009-04-25T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:04:47.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wowzers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;I have awesome news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know what.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, obviously you do not know what the awesome news are.&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is,&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAYYAYYAYYAY, PEOPLE! GUESS WHAT? GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;MY AH-MA'S PRAYED TO RECEIVE CHRIST! WOWWOWWOWWOWWOW!&lt;br /&gt;So thanks alot, Joanne and Pei Si for praying for her. :D :D :D :D Very, very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;And to God for answering my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, during netball, it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was weird because we had to angle our legs at 45º above the ground for a minute while lying on the floor. And squat 20 times. And also because I had to do a 'split' to catch a ball as I'm a shooter. It was the weird weird pain weird kind of thing. I got scolded at. I think everyone did today. Creeeeeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having dreams of death. Okay, okay. Wait, wait, wait, wait. I know it sounds totally like black magic or emo but I'm so not emo. Or some black magic person. My dreams are at least near-death experiences. I think it's because of all the horror movies I've been watching. Eesh. They're all combined in my nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was about some virus and it got my dad. Oh, but haha. My brother and this guy in church were like BFFs and my brother had magic. WOW. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The second one was like Harper's Island. I don't even watch the show but it was like the theme of my nightmare along with When A Stranger Calls. The dream was like a deja vu except this time, I got the stranger who was trying to kill me. But he survived. Ew, ewies.&lt;br /&gt;The third one, which was on Thursday night, was the more likely to happen kind. This dream was like set in Bali or Malaysia or some resort place. There was a small tsunami but it didn't do much. I couldn't find my family after that. Then there was a huge tsunami. And I was saved by some Indonesian stranger. When I woke up, in my dream, I was in a hotel room. I asked the stranger what happened but she was talking to herself like, "Should I tell Marianne or not?" And in the hotel, there were a lot of rooms with beds but the beds were as if people slept on it already and there was no one around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1513047131491915058?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1513047131491915058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1513047131491915058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1513047131491915058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1513047131491915058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-awesome-news.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-783313242272863002</id><published>2009-04-20T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:44:58.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D&apos;at mao'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Christy and I went to cut bangs. WOW, right? The person who was cutting my hair was supposed to make my hair thinner but she like cut it shorter instead. So now there's a difference with Christy's and my hair.&lt;br /&gt;After the haircut, we went to visit our ah-ma who's in hospital now. I'm not exactly sure why she's in hospital but I think it has something to do with internal bleeding. My dad told me she almost died today. How? Idk what to do. And I still want her to become a christian first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ah-ma&lt;/span&gt;: Wah! You're very tan now hor. *referring to CC and me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;CC and me&lt;/span&gt;: Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ah-ma&lt;/span&gt;: Is it you guys go *pac tor? So tan now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;CC and me and mom&lt;/span&gt;: Haha. *laugh as we thought of it as a joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ah-ma&lt;/span&gt;: Must be pac tor alot hor. *turns to talk to Bryan* You must start finding a wife soon, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;: Orh/mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ah-ma&lt;/span&gt;: Eh, you're very skinny. *turns to look at me* Mary, you look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;MC&lt;/span&gt;: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ah-ma&lt;/span&gt;: You look fatter than Christy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;MC&lt;/span&gt;: *laughs it off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;My ah-ma was talking in Chinese and Hokkien throughout the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my ah-ma seems to have some problem now, does she. I don't like it. I want her to be a christian first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on our way out, I hear Christy calling me excitedly and I saw SU'AIDAH!!! She looked so pretty in her dress! :D :D Awesome awesome. She was the first person from SHSS who saw my bangs. Besides my brother(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was interesting. I think I forgot what happened in school. Hmm, let me think. Oh, after school, Jaime, Nicole and I were practising shooting. Nicole couldn't as she needed to wear her PE uniform. But she took a few sneaks. Then Sophie joined it. Then Stefanie then Nicholas and Jeremy joined it. We sat and talked and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Shot 100 shots! But maybe out of 250? Sophie and Jaime supported me alot. Nicole taught me the correct technique so now I'm better at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pac-tor means dating in hokkien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-783313242272863002?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/783313242272863002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=783313242272863002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/783313242272863002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/783313242272863002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-saturday-christy-and-i-went-to-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1839654763428515967</id><published>2009-04-18T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:39:55.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yorick whacked me on the head. Ahaha. And he tricked me by saying I could get back at him and when I did, Shubin went to whack me. I'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;During music, my group couldn't decide what song to do. We went from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jingle Bell Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jingle Bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the duet Christy and I play. Idk what's the name for it. I think chopsticks but it sounds ugly that way. And oh my goodness, Peien can play the piano so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Compared to her, I'm like some beginner. Which is true. I never took exams. For some good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;JOSEPH DIDN'T SAY BYE TO ME ON FACEBOOK ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Netball was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;fun and interesting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;breathless&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Interesting and fun&lt;/span&gt; because of how Ms Neo knows when to have fun and when to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MY GOSH! MS NEO. MS JOANNE NEO. WOW WOW, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, defending was quite fun. Though we had to feel each other's bodies, my senior said I was good at it. Not so much at shooting. Evan like just shoots and scores. Like no effort and she can shoot it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Useful &lt;/span&gt;because Ms Neo and Ms Kheng taught us some valuable lessons. And now that two girls got kicked out, I learnt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Breathless &lt;/span&gt;because we were trying out a new drill and it was tiring. Especially under the sun. We have to squint because we can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Funny &lt;/span&gt;because we were punished by doing push-ups on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;hot, scorching rock hard solid&lt;/span&gt; road. And like we were all not believing Ms Neo so it took us seconds before we went into position but like after two seconds, we just all got up and squatted. Like every sec one netballer was doing that. A funny scene.&lt;br /&gt;The road was seriously hot. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hotter than your omelettes and chicken burgers.&lt;/span&gt; It might as well have been that we were touching a hot boiling pot of water. When my hands first touch the road, they were able to endure it then all of a sudden, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And like it feels like you're putting your hands into hot, hot water. Every sec one netballer's hands are red and some have blisters now.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we went into the shade and did our punishment. But the road was still hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;The NCDCC people were loud, man! So awesome :D :D Like their enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want my ez-link card back! Even though the picture in it is not me. I WANT IT. I WANT IT, I WANT IT. Wow, whiny much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He is a church friend. And Joseph is he nickname :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1839654763428515967?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1839654763428515967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1839654763428515967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1839654763428515967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1839654763428515967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/yorick-whacked-me-on-head.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-743622780201776551</id><published>2009-04-14T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:52:07.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama Mama Mia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to do lots of skits recently. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CME&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;DEP&lt;/span&gt;. I was so nervous for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;DEP&lt;/span&gt; one. Like shaking just like the *&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;night of nights&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Elnie said I can act infront of the whole odd-numbered class. It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;flattering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But she said I shake and fidget when I talk. Ahahaha. Well, awesome, awesome and cool. But most of all, aweird. And I think I had like 41 out of 50. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;PEI EN LIKES MY GROUP'S SKIT!!! WOOOOO! SO AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Surprisingly, I'm excited for netball.&lt;/span&gt; Not so much for the 2.4km run part. But idk. I'm not that bad and I'm not that good so no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday night/Saturday morning, I slept at 4am. So dumb, right? I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon, my mom noticed my face and was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;"Are you okay? You look sick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea someone could tell you haven't slept by looking at your face. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;*NATASHA, LAURA AND CHRISTIANNE, YOU SHOULD KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-743622780201776551?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/743622780201776551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=743622780201776551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/743622780201776551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/743622780201776551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-to-do-lots-of-skits-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-9160466576891908425</id><published>2009-04-08T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:46:38.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Righteous'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TODAY WAS AWESOME, RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right? Awesome is the word for it. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was reluctant to go but then in the end I was happy I could go. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheered the loudest, am I right? I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;I'm right. :D :D Claire was like in between Judy and I and she was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"It's horrible being next to you guys."&lt;/span&gt; WOOOOOOOOOOO! You should know why she said that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In netball, the girls were tired. After cheering and all. We were like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; during training. I ran about 5.6km in total today. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aaaaaamazing, right?&lt;/span&gt; Ahaha, not really. I'm just bragging. Terryin cheered some netballers on. Really encouraging. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANKS TERRYIN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Compare this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7sGdiEyYVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7sGdiEyYVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iw97CfZtyGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iw97CfZtyGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the similarity? Except for the fact that the second video was about two years ago. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-9160466576891908425?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9160466576891908425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=9160466576891908425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/9160466576891908425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/9160466576891908425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-awesome-right-i-know-right.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-4658431561161782271</id><published>2009-04-04T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:15:38.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Fool Don&apos;t Fool'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I broke my finger on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;MY FINGER! WHY IS IT BLACK AND BLUE AND NUMB AND PAIN? EWW, IT'S LIKE SWOLLEN! IT'S LIKE BIGGER THAN MY OTHER PINKIE. EW, EW, EWW.&lt;/h3&gt;Taken from my facebook status. Broke it because of netball. I didn't catch the netball properly and it just hit my pinkie. My friend thought I was doing a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April Fool's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christy and my April Fool's so did not work out. Ended up getting scolded by the level coordinator and Ms Chan. I was seriously dumb to try to lie to them. Ugh, uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I'm thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;So thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh my goodness. I need a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Wow. It's April. I just realized that. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kallang to watch our seniors play and train. They lost to CHIJ. Idk which one, though.&lt;br /&gt;Someone got kicked out. I don't think you guys know her. But it was quite unfair to her. She has good perserverance and sexy legs. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;We had to go home by ourselves and Christy and I reached home at 8 plus. Ahaha. It was cool yet creepy to walk alone together in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANT BANGS! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-4658431561161782271?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4658431561161782271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=4658431561161782271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4658431561161782271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4658431561161782271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-broke-my-finger-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-212833510458296742</id><published>2009-03-30T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:34:14.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Un-wanted'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LET'S TALK ABOUT EARTH HOUR, SHALL WE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was excited for it as I can be in a dark room full of candles with my family but, but my family went out for dinner. The coffeeshop helped a bit too! So awesome. On the drive home, Tampines was like a bit dark only. What a joke. The blocks near Poi Ching and near the CC near it were dark. There were even some blocks that were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;completely black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SdC7ek1XV6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/fzUGAECHuxE/s1600-h/Un-wanted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SdC7ek1XV6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/fzUGAECHuxE/s200/Un-wanted.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318957293882529698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you can't see it clearly but anyway, that want is so not possible now. They opened the road and let the construction people go in. And, and, and... They destroyed it. Ewies, ewies. How sad, how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Earth Hour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-212833510458296742?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/212833510458296742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=212833510458296742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/212833510458296742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/212833510458296742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-talk-about-earth-hour-shall-we-at.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SdC7ek1XV6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/fzUGAECHuxE/s72-c/Un-wanted.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37776840.post-6228810272161665393</id><published>2009-03-27T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:29:35.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm EINSTEIN'S BEST FRIEND! :D He looks baby cute, right. Okay, maybe to you, he's not. But to me, he is. Aladdin too. :D He's the more down-to-earth Disney guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's having a reunion email thing with his sec two class. So awesome, right? But there were some bad, bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I answered a lot of questions for the workshop. Thanks to Joanne, Yee Ning and maybe Chester and Patrick. Our group became more enthusiastic today. So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;For the survey, I was visual and audio. I'm supposed to be, I think, kinesthetics according to my chinese name. And Christy was supposed to be visual but she was kinesthetics. What a role reversal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6228810272161665393?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6228810272161665393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6228810272161665393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6228810272161665393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6228810272161665393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-einsteins-best-friend-d-he-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5244602323611416882</id><published>2009-03-25T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:41:07.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retreat'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;YOUTH RETREAT WAS AWESOME!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Icebreaker, icebreaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Proud to say I was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;HILDAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The someone said he was from St. Joseph's but I thought he said St. Hilda's. So I was extremely excited. Yeah, but no. He was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;JOSEPHIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ewies. Sounds like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;AMPHIBIAN &lt;/span&gt;to me. Haha. :D :D Then the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;DUMANIANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sounded like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;DALMATIONS&lt;/span&gt;. :D :D We &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HILDANS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have no insults so far. Only lame, unsuccessful ones. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Walked to and fro in East Coast Park. Went to a place near the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sailing Centre&lt;/span&gt;. And my group sneaked into the SC for the watercooler. :D :D We saw lots of sailing boats. Esther was like seeing illusions so she was like, referring to the sailing boats, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"I see so many cheese! Hundreds and hundreds of cheeseee!"&lt;/span&gt; Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that in Singapore you can see so many stars. I've seen more in Canada but that night was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the most amount of stars&lt;/span&gt; I've ever seen in Singapore. Wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TWO:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marine Parade for a Amazing Race thinggi. Went pass Laura's void deck like so many times. Had an impulse to shout her name. Gideon and Chanel were like flirting with each other, mostly about Tao Nan. I didn't really think that way but others did.&lt;br /&gt;Did our bimbo skit with Prince Cess. :D Sarah, Chanel and I were the bimbos. I was supposed to say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I think I just broke my nail! Check it for me! Check it for me! Oh. My. Gosh. This is a major life crisis here."&lt;/span&gt; But we were all too nervous and awkward to say it.&lt;br /&gt;The sec one girls recounciled and realized we weren't bonded. So we made a promise to never let someone be left out and to try to include others. Sarah and Olive say that we were already bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY THREE:&lt;br /&gt;Made commitments. I cried a few times.&lt;br /&gt;Prize-giving! Group One was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously awesome. Though there were six groups in total.&lt;br /&gt;Said our byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Cheryl said I was sleeptalking!!! I was saying, really loudly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Terryin! Terryin! Terryin! Terryin! Terryin!" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Then a short pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Wait. Okay. Bye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EESH. Weirdest sleeptalk ever. I didn't even have a dream. I was constantly interrupted by the mosquitoes that woke me up like four times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5244602323611416882?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5244602323611416882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5244602323611416882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5244602323611416882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5244602323611416882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/youth-retreat-was-awesome-day-one.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-4769869568060496924</id><published>2009-03-17T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:26:51.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She Sleeps and Dreams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sec one girls of YF/CBC had a sleepover at &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMILY'S HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was the dog and bone game. We were playing on a mat with soapy water and we were all falling on it. Christy enjoyed that one alot. She kept purposely falling on it. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah's life is so, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;interesting &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sad &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. Especially about her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;crushes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;lovers&lt;/span&gt;. But too personal to display here.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2am plus and woke up at 7am plus. So I had two, four, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;five &lt;/span&gt;hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy and I left early to go to netball. I ate Dawn's roti prata with bananas before we left. During netball, Ms Neo was there. She's more strict than Ms Kheng but she's reasonable. She's also very funny.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a sore throat and I kept yawning. And footwork tired me even more and made my breathing more difficult. So in the end, I threw up. Gross, gross, right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And you can see the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; Sabrina threw up too. She had fruit juice in the morning so I could smell a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; smell while cleaning hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so many weird dreams today. Both good and bad. The bad one lasted for like fifteen minutes. Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-4769869568060496924?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4769869568060496924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=4769869568060496924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4769869568060496924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4769869568060496924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/sec-one-girls-of-yfcbc-had-sleepover-at.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6484401964578137597</id><published>2009-03-14T15:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:03:46.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wait for Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ms Kheng didn't come yesterday so our seniors coached us. They were tough but nice at the same time. Mostly tough but I understand. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I DON'T WANT MY DEAR EVAN TO &lt;u&gt;QUIT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a good player. And she makes us netballers not look like volleyball rejects. But a few of us were selected, okay. Like Tiffany (no. 8), Christy and me. Yeah. She makes netball fun for me. She's one of the reasons why I like netball so much and the trainings. But if she quits, then I won't care about her quitting anymore. I pray she doesn't, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, after netball, Christy, Nicole and I went home with Nathan Petrelli and Patrick Star. :D :D We all live near by. And they waited so patiently for us. So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my dad like crept up from behind me and and like scared me. He's a real good frightener, huh. A random sentence. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEK. I'm all so tan. Thanks to netball and swimming lessons. I get to suntan every Wednesdays to Fridays. No sunblock... I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;To Ms Tan Pei Si:&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it but I think you can see that I've edited it for you. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Vintage means old-fashioned but classy or just something of high quality from the past, btw.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgments: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.com/"&gt;the dictionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Click on the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6484401964578137597?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6484401964578137597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6484401964578137597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6484401964578137597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6484401964578137597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/ms-kheng-didnt-come-yesterday-so-our.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-813181872930954255</id><published>2009-03-10T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:27:32.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Laughing Matter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday was funny. Kept on laughing in classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LAUGHING MATTER #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In between chinese classes, Yorick asked me whether I go to 1H for chinese class but I told him I go upstairs for chinese classes. So he nodded and went into 1G. I decided to go talk to Christy since my teacher wasn't in class yet so I went inside 1G and told her how I bluffed Yorick. Then, according to Christy, someone was showing a surprised look and turning around to look at Christy. I noticed so I turned and realized Yorick was behind me and I was just talking about how I tricked him. So I laughed. Ha. Ha. Ha, right?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LAUGHING MATTER #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was trying to blow Isaac's neck. Our class was supposed to be quiet. Nicole and Chen Ting tried doing that together. And while they were blowing, Isaac was leaning towards Kenneth, talking to him quietly. Isaac felt the blowing so he turned around saying, "What?" And at the same time, Chen Ting was blowing directly at his face/open mouth. So Nicole, Chen Ting and I laughed out loud so loudly. And the whole class stared at us. Nicole and I were laughing hysterically. So funny yet embarrassing. :D :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, Christy and I went with Laura and Zhenni to meet Amanda and Darren Png at SHPS. It was so, so, so fun. We were making lots of trouble there. Aha. Darren's all so tan now. Creepy. And he wants to go to SAJC! Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-813181872930954255?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/813181872930954255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=813181872930954255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/813181872930954255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/813181872930954255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5624687895805418025</id><published>2009-03-07T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:35:52.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Restart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our netball seniors had a game on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;B division won, C lost.&lt;br /&gt;But B won against KC! And &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Katong Convent&lt;/span&gt; was Laura's third choice of school. Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreading swimming with our school but I think it's fun now. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;I was like the fastest whenever we had to swim from one end to the other. Woo! But I was using freestyle anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Terryin can stay underwater for more than 30 seconds? Like maybe a minute. So amazing.&lt;br /&gt;When I changed into my swim suit and came out of my cubicle, people were like, "Whoa! So sexy!" or like, "Woo!" I felt so embarrassed and awkward after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Ms Kheng, our coach, didn't come so our seniors had to coach us. It was fun except for the piveting. Piveting is catching a ball and turning &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;360º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;around before returning it. Anyway, if we drop a ball, we have to restart the number of times we do it. Christy was throwing really high balls to me and I was too lazy to jump up to receive it. So I made everyone restart. And the seniors said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Restart!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to the line, I was, I think, rolling my eyes at them. It was either at them or at myself. Disrespectful, huh? I really had no idea why I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cereal was the best, right? It was my breakfast and recess but in the end, it became my lunch as I had no money and people kept stealing it. I owe people money. They better remind me.&lt;br /&gt;The cereal is called 'Lucky Charms'. If you see Christy's blog title, you can see it stated clearly there. I remember that they used to sell it in Singapore but one day disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Came back from the airport...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've not yet cried. And I have reasons why I'm not crying and why I should cry. I just can't cry. I was on the verge of crying but something Mun Yu said made me laugh. So it was impossible.&lt;br /&gt;After Nat Loong went into beyond the border lines, Bryan and Isaac sent Nat Loong's K1 picture. Haha. He looked so cute. :D :D So glad Christy got him to join Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5624687895805418025?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5624687895805418025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5624687895805418025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5624687895805418025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5624687895805418025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-netball-seniors-had-game-on.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-2823369900697481156</id><published>2009-03-01T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:47:10.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reunite'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6/3 reunion was so not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was so not nice. Some came in late (like me), some came in early and some left early. It wasn't well-organised. And the boys were doing their own thing! The people who stayed til the end were Laura, Nicole, Mun Yu, Pei Si, Christy, Nat Loong, Bryan, Matthew and Benjamin and me. I would've called the reunion pathetic. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We ended the reunion by playing Truth or Dare. It was funny. Nat Loong chose dare but he didn't dare to hug Nicole or Laura. Loser... Anyway, I feel like our next reunion should be at Nat Loong's house! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed church today... So I couldn't show off my wound and also, I couldn't go around hugging people. Christianne is already beating me. And I've been missing the YF service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cookie ^^: Haha. So I guess I should be more positive about it? And what kind of swim suit were you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mini: I love you so much too! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;bryan: I got 15/20. But Mr Yeoh marked me wrongly. So sad. So I think I have 14/20 now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;peisi: Could you teel what it was? Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;XinWei: Haha, it's okay. You're not obliged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;cute little boii: I'm in a competition with Christy. Like who can hug the most number of people. Bonus for boys. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;bryan: Yeah, I know. He told me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-2823369900697481156?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2823369900697481156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=2823369900697481156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2823369900697481156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2823369900697481156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/63-reunion-was-so-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-2250034180337674956</id><published>2009-02-26T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:00:47.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain is Only Temporalily'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Woo!&lt;/span&gt; My wallet was found. So thankful. Thanks to all those people who prayed for me. I'm seriously thankful. The word 'thankful' is not enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHPS&lt;/span&gt; found it. I have no idea how or when. My monitor badge and my money, all of it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;was gone&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to keep that monitor badge as a souvenir. It would've been fun if I bring it to the 6/3 reunion, huh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ez&lt;/span&gt;-link card which doesn't have my face on it at all is still there! Now I can always remember how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rosyth&lt;/span&gt; is such a pain&lt;/span&gt; at times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during netball, we were doing our passes when Nicole or I dropped the ball. So I ran, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;according to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Jaime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to go get it. Then somehow, some, some, somehow, I tripped on my own foot. How strange. And my knees like slid a foot across the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When I got up, I felt totally okay. Then Nicole, my senior, and Nicole, our peer, were like, "Oh my gosh!" And I was like, "Huh?" And Nicole Sim pointed at my knee. So I looked down and realised I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;bleeding non-stop&lt;/span&gt;. It was so gross. Nicole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt; told me to go wash my wound.&lt;br /&gt;And of course the nearest toilet was the one at the D&amp;amp;T place. And somehow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaaishini&lt;/span&gt; and her friend were there. She wanted to give me a plaster but like as if the plaster would help. She was sweet, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;All the seniors were so concerned. It was so funny. They were all expecting me to cry or scream. And I didn't have to do the push-ups! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;And this is my &lt;u&gt;112&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; post :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-2250034180337674956?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2250034180337674956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=2250034180337674956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2250034180337674956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2250034180337674956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/woo-my-wallet-was-found.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5258781827264147885</id><published>2009-02-20T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:00:37.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIS IS MY 111th POST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nicole and Natasha are all so physched about 6/3 reunion. I feel that Natasha has done lots for 5/3 'o7 and 6/3 '08. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Netball was tough for the circuit run. But the jumping part was cool :D. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jump, jump, jump&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;like a frog&lt;/span&gt;. I hope Laura gets in.&lt;br /&gt;I got 26.5 out of 50, people! I'm not sure if it's good or bad. I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt; in my class. Woo! The highest was probably just 28, anyway. Sad. And I had really low marks for the compre but I somehow got higher overall than others who got like 9 or 12 for the compre. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so craving for the Malaysian mee goreng... Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna swim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In a public public pool!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With schoolmates and classmates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. It would be all so awkward. I'd be okay with just girls but, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;. It's so unfair. I've swam ever since I was like K1 and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;sailed &lt;/span&gt;and, and I even swam in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;25 feet deep lake&lt;/span&gt; in Canada but why, why, why do I still have to go? I haven't handed in the form. I'm not looking forward to it. I'm dreading it... &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gosh; I'm whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having lots of speech problems recently. So embarrassing. Maybe there's something wrong with the way I talk. I don't want people to call me an 'American' girl. It's horrible. So horrible, in fact. And Shubin's all over my accent. He recommended me to Ms Amira to pick me to read infront of the whole, whole class then went being a 'kay poh' and telling Ms Lam all about my accent. I forgot how I sounded like when I was P4. I was probably all so singlish and all. So funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my wallet! On Wednesday. After netball. I left in my skirt and I was too lazy to hold it by hand so I stuffed it into my handle of my shoe bag. And I was swinging my shoe bag alot while walking so I guess that's how it got lost. I'm devastated. That was the first time I cried extra, extra hard because of a loss of a non-living thing. I trust that it's somewhere though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5258781827264147885?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5258781827264147885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5258781827264147885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5258781827264147885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5258781827264147885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-my-111th-post-nicole-and.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8743676571600391730</id><published>2009-02-16T15:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:01:45.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So What Happened?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese class was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. Weirnny! Or wunny? Or feird? Or, or, or funnierd! Feird sounds like da ge's nickname.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was weird because Xian Yi was being &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;all so strange&lt;/span&gt; and he was proving to others that he can stay with a weird expression on his face. And we were supposed to be reading our book silently, btw. So Benjamin and Stephen were like throwing things at him so that he'll move or something. And I was just laying my head on the table, facing Xian Yi and Stephen, when Stephen uses his pen and pretends to hit Xian Yi down there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's raining!&lt;/span&gt; The smell is so, so sweet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, and the wind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, anyway, anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was seriously funny to me so I started to laugh out really loud and everyone, and I really mean it when I say everyone, turned to stare at me. And I could not stop laughing for at least ten seconds. It was so embarrassing. My teacher was like frowning at me.&lt;br /&gt;And after thrity seconds of laughing, Matthew was like, "What's wrong with you? Why you laughing?" And he even said, "Benjamin go cast a spell on her." Hahahahahaha! That made me laugh even more. So weird... Craig and Matthew were so weird and funny in class today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this :D&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Total Defence thing event at Suntec. It was in the news.&lt;br /&gt;There were postcards written from students and a few from the people who were at the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SZkygYM0i2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/DMHXXIvNx1s/s1600-h/DSC01469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SZkygYM0i2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/DMHXXIvNx1s/s200/DSC01469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303325568038898530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that look so awesome? Lots of postcards, huh? There were five times the amount of postcards, though.&lt;br /&gt;But look closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;| :D   |&lt;br /&gt;"""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look real, real, real closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SZkygfuoKtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/665AS5WentQ/s1600-h/DSC01468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SZkygfuoKtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/665AS5WentQ/s200/DSC01468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303325570059741906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see my brother's, Christy's and mine!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, right?&lt;br /&gt;No - it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Now, zoom zoom in :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SZkygHN6vbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/46sx15eFMqU/s1600-h/DSC01472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SZkygHN6vbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/46sx15eFMqU/s200/DSC01472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303325563480096178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period, I was pulling my sock for fun and in the end, I lifted up my whole leg and put it on my desk. It was seriously embarrassing again when the teacher saw what I did. So glad I sit at the back.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what's up with Gordon and Chester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8743676571600391730?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8743676571600391730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8743676571600391730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8743676571600391730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8743676571600391730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-class-was-so-funny-and-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SZkygYM0i2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/DMHXXIvNx1s/s72-c/DSC01469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37776840.post-303750387011815030</id><published>2009-02-14T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:13:23.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whoa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I screwed my elearn blog up! I spelled the word for the url wrongly. Dang, dang, dang, dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, after school, I was walking to the bus stop with Nicole, Christy and Natasha when all of a sudden, a a thin stream of red went past Natasha and I. It was a vivid red bee wasp thinggi and Natasha was screaming and ran to behind me. I started to feel a sharp pain in my back. Like real painful. Then I realized it was Natasha pinching me. And she didn't even realize it til I told her. She's such a funny xiao mei :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura told Christy and me after school that she wants to join netball as it looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xian&lt;/span&gt;, I think. She told us to help ask our coach. So after training we asked our coach whether our friend can join now. She asked, "Is she a good runner?" And I was like, "To me, she is."&lt;br /&gt;So now, Laura has to take some trial and then maybe she can join. It must be stressful for the coach, right? Because all of a sudden, someone wants to join.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I am so, so glad and ecstatic and excited that da jie can soon join us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be AWESOME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies here as there're too many to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;smilies&gt;Smilies according to the Cbox thing in 'html'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xELMOLOVERS: Xinni!!! Right?&lt;br /&gt;xw: There isn't, weirdo...&lt;br /&gt;Christy: :D :D :D :biggrin:&lt;br /&gt;cute little boii: I'm not so sure. I do read the bible in church and when I feel like it at home. And it was not because she got rejected so she gave us those Ferrero Roches. It was because I asked her when she showed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;joelle!: I don't think I know her. But I do now Emily and Chloe. Heard that Emily's top three, right?&lt;br /&gt;xw: Serious? Okay then.&lt;br /&gt;da jie: All the best!!! And God bless :glad:&lt;br /&gt;shermaine: sure, sure :biggrin:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/smilies&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-303750387011815030?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/303750387011815030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=303750387011815030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/303750387011815030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/303750387011815030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-screwed-my-elearn-blog-up-i-spelled.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-4421672317161268916</id><published>2009-02-09T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:59:24.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unfortunately so, and disappointingly so, Christy and I didn't go with Mini Cookie. Sad, huh. And this time, I really mean it when I say, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;It's tragic!&lt;/span&gt;" And on that day, it was the day I cried the most and laughed the most. Funny, right? It was the day I laughed the most with Christy. Like we were washing our dishes together and we starting laughing about inside jokes. And we continued laughing and laughing. My theory is that it was because we missed out on all the laughter we could've been doing if we were with MCCC. It really is tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole gave me cookies! And Chen Ting gave me Ferrero Roche! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;So sweet.&lt;/span&gt; Both ways. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Home Econs was recess and Ms Tan let our class out late. So they locked the doors when I arrived. Yorick was the last to leave. And so Nicole and I were chasing him to open the doors but he said he couldn't so I left my book and pencil case outside class.&lt;br /&gt;After recess, I found out it wasn't there so I freaked out and went to get Yorick. And Yorick was running so I had to grab him by the arm so that I can talk to him. And everyone went, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ooh...&lt;/span&gt;" Like, people, what's wrong with grabbing a guy's arm? I sorta miss him when he sat next to me. He was funny in a lame, lame way. Like my brother and Kenneth. Ha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;new cousins&lt;/span&gt; on the way. Hahaha. And sad that they're gonna be boys. My ah-ma wants a granddaughter. Haha. She has four grandsons and three granddaughters. She always wanted a daughter. Sad, sad. And she has three sons. Imagine, if there was a blood-related family reunion, 7/10 would be guys exclusive her. And I want a girl cousin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;This a pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow. I can finally be with my sisters completely during recess. Yay :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-4421672317161268916?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4421672317161268916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=4421672317161268916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4421672317161268916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4421672317161268916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/unfortunately-so-and-disappointingly-so.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-282432951032753990</id><published>2009-02-06T20:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:00:18.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think and Make It'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ONE MORE DAY, PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;TIL MCCC GOES WILD AND CRAZY AND FERVENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched our seniors play today. The coaches were tough on them. It really evoked the memories of sailing into my head again. When the coaches would instruct or shout at a senior and we would just sit and stare. Almost all of the sec one girls were scared about doing this next year except for Jaime, Samantha and &lt;u&gt;Christy&lt;/u&gt;. Ha. Look who's the brave one now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We went to MacDonald's for lunch. And Emily found me there! She's my churchmate. Probably the closest friend in church. She's in DHS so I guess it was nearby.&lt;br /&gt;And our sec two seniors scored 28-14! Whoa, whoa, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and comments and remarks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I think Christy, Gordon, Chester and I should be cousins together!!! It would be so awesome. Haha. We can look like cousins, right? And our last names are similar anyway. Funny, funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Owen likes Joyce. Like how did that happen? What happened to Chloe Yeo? I thought he was crazy in love with her. Weird, weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Joyce beat me by two, btw. Dang it, right? Haha, kidding, kidding :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I got 10 out of 50 shoots in the net! Woo! Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I found out I'm the lowest in 1F. Like why am I in 1F? Everybody's saying they have two-oh-somethings while I say 198. Look at these three numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;198&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It's horrible, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Then I wonder why Laura's in 1E. She should be in 1F. Well, anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;F is BOOM dynamite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I remember when I was running, I was thinking about the song 'Untouched' by The Veronicas. It was really great. Kept me running. So thankful that it wasn't a song I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-282432951032753990?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/282432951032753990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=282432951032753990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/282432951032753990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/282432951032753990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-watched-our-seniors-play-today.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6643763901164847547</id><published>2009-02-05T18:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:34:21.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aweird'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I GOT INTO &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NETBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;, PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I made it. Pei Si could've been with us. I would've been so, so glad if she didn't drop out. We had our first training yesterday. It was tough. But fun at the same time, I guess. The coach kept 'scolding' Christy and I. At the end of the training, she said if you get scolded, it's because you have potential to be better. Ha. Reminds me of sailing so much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to make it clear on that day why Chen Ting, Nicole, Christy and I said, "Hi boys" and "Bye boys" to you volleyballers, it was because I was making Chen Ting do a dare to get her sandwich back. But I sorta eased her by joining her. Haha. It was so embarassing. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Cross-Country's even more awesome than netball. It was a humongous achievement for me. I know I must've looked weird running and sweating and panting and coughing but I got __th! Maybe Cookie can decode this. I'm gonna tell her in TWO more days anyway. I had no idea where the trophy was until just ten seconds ago. So amazing, amazing, amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I had this very weird dream. I had a dream that Matthew told me on a piece of paper that this girl in his class likes him and kissed him. Like haha, right? And I was like, "Oh my goodness! Matthew has his first kiss!" Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The possibilities why I had this weird, weird, weird, weird dream is maybe because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out that one of my friends likes him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched this Taiwanese show episode Nicole showed me and there were a few kissing scenes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Weird, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6643763901164847547?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6643763901164847547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6643763901164847547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6643763901164847547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6643763901164847547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-into-netball-so-glad-i-made-it.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1891674220856520417</id><published>2009-01-29T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:01:29.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reminders:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jane Austen and windsong&lt;br /&gt;Insouciant&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into netball!!! But it's only for the second tryout. So, yeah. There're too many tryouts. Then we have to wait again for the results. And I did jump about, btw. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron was breaking rules today. He used his PSP during CME then ate Hi-Chew during Math and English. And what an idiot he is. He should have known better than to eat candy in an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;air-con&lt;/span&gt; room. The air from the air-con would beset the whole room. Which from his flavored candy, the sweet scent would be in the air.&lt;br /&gt;It's Joanne's birthday today. I don't know her well yet so...&lt;br /&gt;We watched The Lion King today! Yorick was like singing to the songs. Especially Hakuna Matata. That song's the best! And Simba's the cutest Disney animal character! My mom said it was my favorite movie when I was small. And that I was jumping from sofa to sofa, pretending to be a lion. She added that Christy and I were really rowdy. Maybe because we're Leos. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to watch Red Cliff on Wednesday but I'm so glad I did go. It was super sad. Super, super sad. There was a part when the lady who went to the enemy's camp to spy made friends with one of their soldiers. And they were so cute and fun together. And during the actual battle, she found him but he got shot by an arrow soon after. They muted that part and everyone was silent but I broke it by laughing. It was funny because all of a sudden I was listening to muted silence from a roaring disarray. It was super sad. Ha, I like watching all these kind of movies with my brother and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE MORE DAYS TIL MCCC GOES FERVENT!&lt;br /&gt;But I seriously wonder what we're gonna do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1891674220856520417?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1891674220856520417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1891674220856520417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1891674220856520417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1891674220856520417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminders-jane-austen-and-windsong.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6151792502216827342</id><published>2009-01-28T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:28:03.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adrenaline'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love 'Careful With Words' so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;First I was flattered by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All the attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wanted to see where this would go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then you got weird on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Obsessed to the 3rd degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Till I was ready to explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are extremely funny and nice. So amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking, if I'm stuck home with a man and not go with my dad, Bryan and Christy to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Cliff 2&lt;/span&gt;, I'd be dying. Okay, not really dying but um, really, really bored. And awkward. Ha. Ha. Awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cross-Country's got the adrenaline in me! I'm too excited; I'm nervous. It's also heart-breaking to see all those volleyballers, sexy legs people and tall, athletic people in sec one. Cause I know I'm gonna get beaten down hard. And Laura thinks she's gonna get bronze or worse than me. Like why would she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; think that? She's so much more faster than me. Look at her sexy legs. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyway, anyway, watched Heroes last night. It was like a marathon! It was awesome! And we had to leave just as the last episode was about to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6151792502216827342?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6151792502216827342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6151792502216827342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6151792502216827342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6151792502216827342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-careful-with-words-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-7088410797952947620</id><published>2009-01-25T07:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:06:55.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Got my injection on Friday, after school. It was horrible! Last year, I wanted it but on Friday, I dreaded it. I was like screaming for my mom in the nurses' room. Okay, not really screaming. Just calling her loudly. After the injection, it didn't hurt until I stretched my arm. So until now, it hurts. It wouldn't have if I didn't stretch my arm. What horror.&lt;br /&gt;And now, my dad keeps hitting me on my left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to SHPS before the tragic event. Ms Tan's ex-pupils were crowding all around her. Her previous previous previous batch to her previous batch. And we were all trying to attract her attention. We stressed Ms Tan out. Ha. It was also like a family reunion. Firdauz, Elyana, Fila, Nadine!, Nicole, Pei Si, Chen Ting and my sisters. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;We were like asking Ms Tan, "Our class is better than this year's one, right?"&lt;br /&gt;But then the 2007 class that Ms Tan taught were saying, "6/5 is better than 6/3, right?"&lt;br /&gt;And so we were debating.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion of this debate, 6/5 was the most chaotic class while we 6/3ers were the good class. And for 6/1 now, Ms Tan hasn't decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My liberty ended yesterday at midnight. It's tragic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-7088410797952947620?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7088410797952947620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=7088410797952947620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7088410797952947620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7088410797952947620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-my-injection-on-friday-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8250693333778101247</id><published>2009-01-21T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:54:16.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aww'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One little, two little, three little Indians&lt;br /&gt;Four little, five little, six little Indians&lt;br /&gt;Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the last line... Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. This is what Christy and I said about the picture of Luke and Ilyssa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christy: They look so cute together! It looks as if they're teenagers hanging out togeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SXc1KI41-HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5iHh52DPvUE/s1600-h/Cameron+Trip+2008+277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SXc1KI41-HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5iHh52DPvUE/s200/Cameron+Trip+2008+277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293758335298173042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;er!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Me: They look as if they're husband and wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christy: Yeah, they look as if they're discussing about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Me: And Ilyssa says, "Shh, honey, I'm trying to listen to what those people have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christy: Luke puts his hands behind his head and says, "Okay, fine. But I know you just can't help but stare at me." Ilyssa then turns to Luke and stares at him in awe [and marvels].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in netball so badly. So, so badly. Like a 1# fan of the Jonas Brothers who wants to go to their concert. Not that I like them.&lt;br /&gt;Friday'll be cool, right? We can go scream hello at our teachers and go, "In your face!" to the P6s of 2009. And the Sec 1s of 2010 can go do that to the P6s of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;I got my nametag on Sunday and I don't know why I received it again today. So now I have sixteen nametags while you people have eight. Amazing. I think I like the color now. At first, I hated it to the core. I would've preferred yellow. Ha. But, oh, well. &lt; funny sentence. I think I like it now. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8250693333778101247?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8250693333778101247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8250693333778101247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8250693333778101247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8250693333778101247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-little-two-little-three-little_21.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SXc1KI41-HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5iHh52DPvUE/s72-c/Cameron+Trip+2008+277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37776840.post-640632665697573187</id><published>2009-01-20T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:27:58.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumpin&apos;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One little, two little, three little Indians&lt;br /&gt;Four little, five little, six little Indians&lt;br /&gt;Seven little, eight little... Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for the netball thinggi! Seriously. It'd be a bummer if I didn't get in. And if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;get in, I'd be jumping up and down. Maybe even shout. Jumpy jumpy...&lt;br /&gt;To answer last post's question, the answer is &lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my dad's birthday&lt;/u&gt;. So tragic, right? After all those twelve years we've been together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to the pictures in Christy's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SXWYdLy3I-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/5uUlBkYwlTo/s1600-h/Cameron+Trip+2008+430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SXWYdLy3I-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/5uUlBkYwlTo/s200/Cameron+Trip+2008+430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293304564193633250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aww. Christy looks so cute here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SXWYc_dwXHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WGXqEjIBdic/s1600-h/Cameron+Trip+2008+277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SXWYc_dwXHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WGXqEjIBdic/s200/Cameron+Trip+2008+277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293304560883883122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;These two people look cute together. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-640632665697573187?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/640632665697573187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=640632665697573187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/640632665697573187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/640632665697573187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-little-two-little-three-little.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SXWYdLy3I-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/5uUlBkYwlTo/s72-c/Cameron+Trip+2008+430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37776840.post-3662171215610825063</id><published>2009-01-17T08:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:58:56.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aweird'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWEIRD WINS THE VOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWEIRD&lt;br /&gt;[aw - weerd]&lt;br /&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. awesome but weird: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an aweird day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-3662171215610825063?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3662171215610825063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=3662171215610825063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3662171215610825063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3662171215610825063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/aweird-wins-vote-aweird-aw-weerd.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-3936715792431986580</id><published>2009-01-16T16:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:01:26.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoot. Missed It.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;an important day&lt;/span&gt;. But I'd completely forgotten all about it until I wrote down the date on my worksheet - 15/1/09. I was so angry and guilty with myself I could've called myself a bad word. I could've even cursed myself. Which is really unhealthy and bad for me. My eyes teared up and I started to imagined what happened on that very day &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;forty-seven years ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then Yorrick asked me something which I forgot. I had to turn to him in wet eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I forgot &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; important birthday&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Guessed whose birthday it was. I mean, aside from Martin Luther King Jr., whose birthday was it? Clues up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tragic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball was awesome. I love catching the ball in my hands. And passing it. Hope to be able to be a netballer. I'd be jumping up and down if I saw my name on the confirmed list. Seriously! But I'm not so sure if I'll be able to get in. If not, guitar club is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianne: Photography club too!&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen told me eleven times today to tell Natasha there is no band today. Like haha, Owen. LC and I even tricked him into believing we were joining.&lt;br /&gt;At least ten people so far have asked me why my accent is so weird. No answer to that. But maybe it's because I have a speaking problem. Ha. That'd be weird. Hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Cross-Country and 7 Febuary:D Going out with MCCC on the seventh. HAHA(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-3936715792431986580?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3936715792431986580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=3936715792431986580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3936715792431986580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3936715792431986580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-was-important-day.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-4417104669990077825</id><published>2009-01-12T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:22:44.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice-Cream On The Way'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christy just received two smses. One for Jules, one for me. It's not a good idea to share a phone.In fact, it is the most dumbest idea. Can't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;After school, my sisters and I went to the SHPS to check on Ms Tan and eat the food. But that vice-principle didn't allow visitors who were not parents or GOH. I don't quite like her that much. So, we went back out to eat ice-cream. And saw Ms Tan with her colleague on her way to school. She let me keep my monitor badge as a souvenir. Haha. Saw Firdauz, Haziq, Fila and Elyana on the way back to SHS. I told him, "I ate ice-cream!" And he was mimicking me in a stereotype way. Meanie.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we walked home together, talking about our family.&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were about to go our separate ways, Christy and I had to pee.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, we spent, I think, about an hour at Natasha's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FunFunFun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-4417104669990077825?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4417104669990077825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=4417104669990077825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4417104669990077825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4417104669990077825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/christy-just-received-two-smses.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-2939362966264664882</id><published>2009-01-10T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:33:38.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think About It'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People! Vote for either aweird or weirdsome please. It would mean so, so much to me. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chinese class is gonna be bad. It's gonna be like last year where there isn't any discipline. Which is bad. Like really bad. I don't like it 'cause it's a bad environment for learning. Yes, Marianne Chua is caring about her learning environment. Amazing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;During CCA Selection Day, Christy, Natasha and I went to the Drama Club. Like hahas, right? But this Indian girl was like, "Just come in to listen to what we have to say then you can leave." And this guy said, "You're not obliged to join." So we went in.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite interesting and all. I would've weighed it with NCDCC. Haha. People were asking Christy, "Are you Bryan's sister?" They didn't ask me. So, ha.&lt;br /&gt;The Indian girl asked Christy and me, "Are you like sisters?" So, yeah, we are. Then the guy asked, "You guys look like twins." Yup, we are. The guy smiled. Abruptly, the Idian girl hit the guy with papers rolled up and said to us, "He has a thing for twins." It was so, so freaky. I saw Adam, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry with Laura. She joined art club. Why, why, why, why? Quite reckless. She's the most reckless among four of us. I mean, like, we're all reckless but CCA is a big thing. And she's not even interested in art club. But I guess I would've understood if she joined Drama 'cause she's so dramatic. Haha. Just kidding. I think she should've joined Drama. She would be having fun all the way.&lt;br /&gt;To ease it a bit, I miss Santa so much I could hug him. Same goes to Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Choices:&lt;br /&gt;FIRST &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;netball&lt;/span&gt; It would be good for my back and I wanna be in a sports CCA.&lt;br /&gt;SECOND &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;guitar club/ensemble&lt;/span&gt; Wanna learn the guitar to play Aly &amp;amp; AJ songs.&lt;br /&gt;THIRD &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;photography club&lt;/span&gt; Love taking photos(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-2939362966264664882?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2939362966264664882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=2939362966264664882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2939362966264664882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2939362966264664882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-vote-for-either-aweird-or.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5654888230776963091</id><published>2009-01-07T19:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:28:09.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am one of them - now'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being Sec 1 is so weird but awesome. I should make up a word for it, huh? Weirdsome? Aweird? Whichever. They both sound good. Vote, please(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Sec 1 comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;One of my class counsellors, Lap Way, reminds me of Hosea so much. Oh, and I can't believe Hosea got selected! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I got selected for 2nd Choice Volleyball and that's funny 'cause I wanted to be in netball. So waiting for Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Pei Si's hair is so, so, so nice! With pretty brown highlights. Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I did the 'silent clap' with my class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;seven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;times but they didn't even respond once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;My science teacher likes ABBA and Queen. And his PSLE score was a different kind of scoring from ours but still, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;a PSLE score. And Ms Tan's PSLE score is the same kind as us. My mom likes ABBA but she doesn't even know what her PSLE score is. So I assume he's at his late 30s. He's 39. And his wife is his car. It was SO funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;My History teacher is so scary. I'd bet I would get punished by her. But I pray that won't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I think Ms Chan will be like Ms Tan. You should've seen the way she sat at the desk. So like Ms Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm 159.5cm! Awesome, right? Right? So, so awesome! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I miss writing. I have this really cool one. I just wrote the beginning then BAM! The laptop doesn't have any huhwhat memory to save it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nicole's with us! Yay! So glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Today, I figured out something very weird. So weird, I don't even believe it myself. I figured out that I smile - no, I think grin is a better word - whenever I think about this person's face. It's totally weird, right? I don't even know this person. Like I just started talking to this person today. And it was just small talk. It's absolutely weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;'I Am One of Them' by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Its hard to look outside my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;With all the news reports and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Yet I will do my part and stay on alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;For all the kids out there who are getting hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It could have happened to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Can you make me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This could have a happy end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;'Cause I am one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I am one of them now, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5654888230776963091?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5654888230776963091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5654888230776963091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5654888230776963091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5654888230776963091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-sec-1-is-so-weird-but-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5838570999774390909</id><published>2009-01-01T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:56:46.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not This Year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent the the remains of 2008 playing UNO with my uncle, Christy and Bryan. Though Bryan wasn't keen. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;My brother asked whether my friends liked me. And he asked that as he was disturbed by me. So, people? Haha. I told him to ask them. But like that's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying to sleep, I was wondering about church, in YF. And in YF, we're kinda considered as P6ers still. And that reminded me of how people asked me how old I am or something like that during holidays. I'd say, "I'm P6 this year." So I thought that out loud, I'm P6 this year. And I started laughing. Humorlessly weird. It also didn't feel like I meant it. I should've enjoyed saying it while I could, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Weird, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I want a Portuguese Spanish Greek house. It's a mix of different houses all in one. I've been wanting to draw it out. It'd be my dream house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ's Not This Year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't, I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't, I can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is the time to smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Please allow me the chance now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To break it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's not snow, it's rain coming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And the lights are cool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But they burn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I can't pull off the cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Not this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh my goodness! Amelia's online. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5838570999774390909?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5838570999774390909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5838570999774390909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5838570999774390909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5838570999774390909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-spent-the-remains-of-2008-playing-uno_01.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1172193937651135741</id><published>2008-12-28T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:42:38.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle Teng Hong?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My uncle's staying over!!! Haha. At first, I wasn't happy about it. But let's see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my uncle's eight this year.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, Christy and I were waiting for our dad with Teng Hong in the car. Teng Hong was bored so he just looked at some CDs in the car and found a Christian CD. He was reading the titles aloud, saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is Great&lt;/span&gt;; Of course, ah!" It was so amazing and cute. Partly because he's actually from China but he's been living with my other uncle for about a year, I guess. And my other uncle goes to church. My father thinks he's been Singaporeanised. Haha:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1172193937651135741?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1172193937651135741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1172193937651135741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1172193937651135741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1172193937651135741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-uncles-staying-over-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-4266687548872511940</id><published>2008-12-27T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:33:08.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll meet you here.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching a bit of &lt;em&gt;The Clone Wars&lt;/em&gt; and Anakin was like saying to Padme, "I'll meet you back at twilight." And the way he said it was so, so awesome! Just kidding. It was sorta cool, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let us begin with the night.&lt;br /&gt;Um. Um. Um, how &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; we begin with the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just stated something I don't even understand. How funny is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so it's not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I got it. Let us begin with the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's better. Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off &lt;a href="http://uptow-ngirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Laura's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://chiefjuztice.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Christabel's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Favourite &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;drinks&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green tea, ice milo, ice lemon tea, coke and sprite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Favourite breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many. It varies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been on a plane before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Swam in the ocean before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup! Once because it was some test for sailing. And others is because it's awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Asleep at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. During a camp. Haha. But, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fell off yor chair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some on purpose, some by accident and some was deliberated by others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sat by the phone waiting for someone to call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saved emails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't save them but I don't delete them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is your room like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Messy. Way too messy. And dirty. And there's an army of ants living in there. And two lizards. Gross, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What's right beside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The laptop's mouse. I don't like using it. I prefer the pad? Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheperd's Pie! It's a leftover from a after-Christmas party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ever had Chicken Pox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Christy and I passed it to our siblings. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever had sore thoat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like duh, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ever had stiches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yup. Six of them at my chin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whose fault was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My own. I was trying to be cool or funny so I was walking backwards and fell into a shallow one-foot deep fountain. The tiles cut my chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last person who made you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last person. Usually, I smile to myself. But, um, the last person would be... I think my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who did you last yell at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom. Haha. But that's because we're in different rooms. Like I'm in the living while she's in the dining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today you did...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept. Quite useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. It's tragic! Haha. I'm kidding about the tragic part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Get sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Miss anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. But I do miss my best friend in the U.S.. Just not now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! My boyfriend, Ofie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who do you really hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one. I used to be such a hatred-filled person. But now, I'm much more optimist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Time now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.20pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyone in your mind now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got three. But in school, Aysha and Peisi, Firdauz, Laura, Christy and Natasha. Crazy, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you like your handwriting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolutely! Even though it's messy at times, it beautiful to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Toe nails painted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does clear count? Should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christy's! Its mattress is so, so comfortable. And my friend's aunt's sofa. Very comfortable. And the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; But it's faded red cause I wore it while swimming. How stupid of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What were you doing at 7pm yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... I was watching TV with Emily! And playing Xbox 360 after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you sleep when the TV's on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes and no. It depends on how related it is to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Are you too forgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too forgiving. Hmm. No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Closer to dad or mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly mom. But I can be closer to my dad at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who was the last person you cried infront of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably God. But physically, the TV screen. Or maybe, it's Christy. Idk. Usually, when I cry, I try my best not to show it infront of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How many people can you say you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk. Idk. Idk. What a hard question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eat healthy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really care what I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have you cried over something someone had said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Most likely because the words hurt me. But I'd cry alone. What an emotional question to end this quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-4266687548872511940?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4266687548872511940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=4266687548872511940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4266687548872511940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4266687548872511940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-watching-bit-of-clone-wars-and.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8555534951690419333</id><published>2008-12-24T02:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:23:04.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chords Slipping Through My Fingers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with my sisters earlier on. We watched&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes Man&lt;/span&gt; and it was really funny. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;But before that, something tragic happened.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Christy and I were waiting for Nat. L at TMGV and they were taking a really long time. So we decided to scare them. As we took our places, Christy saw _______ going up the escalator with Bai Zhi Yang and some other smarties. They were headed for the cinema, it seemed. And they did. Most likely to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, right? Wouldn't be surprised. Fortunately, we missed our show so we went to Century Square. Btw, we did scare Nat. L in the end. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;It would've been SO embarassing if he saw me. Really, really embarassing. Not because I'm with my brother. I did think he saw us. Shoot. Shah. IT'S TRAGIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. I think I'll heat up some pasta. Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil' reminder. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to remember this. This is not an invitation for you guys, okay? Just for me. Me. Get it? Oh, wait. Also for Christy. So for Christy and me. Christy. Me. Christy. Me.&lt;br /&gt;You'd probably just waste about two and a half minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwAy0wDCnXs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8555534951690419333?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8555534951690419333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8555534951690419333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8555534951690419333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8555534951690419333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-out-with-my-sisters-earlier-on.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-7704331527745196941</id><published>2008-12-22T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:27:12.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All The Way Around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cameron Highlands all the way.&lt;br /&gt;I miss EKC! Don't like service. I really miss EKC. Being newbies in YF is so not nice.&lt;br /&gt;So... Did ya decode the message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;F is BOOM dynamite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy:&lt;br /&gt;G is.... er... uh... I don't know... Girl... Power? Lame... I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; amazed...&lt;br /&gt;MC: HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to tag eight people but I don't wanna burden them with this ENORMOUS quiz. No offence to those who tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt people'd read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. What have you been doing recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing! Nah, I'm kidding. I think I've been trying really hard to finish the book I'm reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really own a phone. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. What happened at 10am today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I think I was still sleeping. I wasted half the day. That's my answer. But I have a reason; I woke up from a dream. And it was so good, I had to make it continue. But I think it just repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was yawning. But other than that, I think... Hmm. When my mom was explaining to me in detail about how the recession can affect people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;5. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta. Like things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;6. What do you want in your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ah-ma - both of them - to be Christians. I want that badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7. Do you tend to make relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;8. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. No. Maybe because I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;9. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almighty&lt;/span&gt;. It's a really funny movie:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;10. Does the person know you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like anyone now. But back when I used to like Matthew (gross), yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;11. Do you speak languages other than english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Chinese. A bit of Hokkien, Malay and Spanish. Maybe French too. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;12. Favourite Websites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog, Youtube and Gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;13. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with my sisters. YES, MAN! Another message you're gonna have to decode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;14. What do you think you are like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Hmm, I think I'm a girl who is a bit weird and is deprived of swimming or running. I try to understand more. About things and people. I'm not weird all the time, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;15. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin sister. But thinking of dying with her makes me wanna cry. My eyes almost teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;16. Where have you been today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house. Did go out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;17. What game do you play often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play 'I Have Never...' It's an awesome game! But more often, this game in the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;18. Who are you missing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just five seconds ago, Christianne. :D But she just went to my side. :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;19. If you have to choose a friend or a love, who will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. But it has to be a person, of course. Not some whacko game. A love like Christianne! Christianne is in my answers alot, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;20. What are you doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiz. What a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;21. Which primary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha mean primary schools? Rosyth and St Hilda's. Pierce is an elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;22. Name 3 colours that you like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like almost every color. But since you said three, black, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt;. Christy's the opposite(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;23. What emoticon do you like to show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: and :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;24. What is life to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life to me is experiencing things, gaining knowledge and just having fun. Listen to 'On The Ride'. Comprehends it. But also, it is about sharing God's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;25. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Christy. Or write it down on my journal. Or try to deal it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;26. Who did you last chat with msn today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisa, an old-time friend. She's probably one of my first few friends though she's my senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;27. Who do you admire the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire those who are so hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;28. Which month were you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY!!! :D Awesome month to be in. If I were born in any other month, I would envy those in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;29. How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling awesome that I was born in July. Thanks to your previous question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;30. What is the time now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.42pm. I bet when I'm done with this, it's so much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;31. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged me for this quiz? Hmm. I think Mun Yu is friend and very loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;32. What colour do you use to dye your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dye, but if I could, dark brown. I would look so awesome. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;33. What do you do when your moody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw a tantrum at Christy, who will throw it back to me. I need TLC. Tender Loving Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;34. At which stage do you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage? More like age. 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;35. Who is more important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. What's with this quiz? Lots of bad grammar. If you use 'more' with 'important', there's gotta be a comparison, right? Anyway, God is the MOST important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;36. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would let it be. Honestly, I don't know what I'll do. Maybe tell my friends I love them. More importantly, my family. Especially Christy. We wouldn't be one whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;37. Who is/are the people/person you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad grammar again. I trust Christy the most. When she's kidding, I would be able to know. So, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;38. Do you believe in seeing the rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! But doesn't happen much. I believe rainbows mean God's promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;39. If you have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to be a teacher. What are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;40. What is your goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For both my ah-mas to be Christians. Or at least try to get them to go to church. Tried but to no avail. It'll be next year's goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;41. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm not so sure. Haven't been in love yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;42. What feeling do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting, nervous but scared at the same time. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;43. Do you really think its global warming now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But I thought it happened at early 2000s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;44. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling where you know all hope is gone and all you can do is wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;45. Do you like doing quizzes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so. But not when they take so long. I need answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;46. Do you believe in gods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. I believe in the one and only God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;47. Who cares for you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;48. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing. Hmm. I think love. Whether it's love for me or love for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;49. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the opposed has something, I'll being something too. Haha. I just remembered pretending with my siblings last time that we're at some kind of war so we use or pillows and bosters to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;50. What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things. I can't recall at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;51. What you do if nobody cared for you any longer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would lock myself up in a room and cry for maybe a few hours. As I said, I need TLC. But that's impossible as I have Christy and God and my family. Oh, and Ofie, my boyfriend! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;52. What will you do if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would understand. But I wouldn't put myself down. I would break up with him and say everything's cool. After some time, meet up with them saying that I just wanna get to know her then embarass him infront of his new girlfriend. If possible. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;53. How do you feel now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very urgent to go to the toilet. Asides that, I feel relieved that this quiz is done with(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-7704331527745196941?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7704331527745196941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=7704331527745196941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7704331527745196941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7704331527745196941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/cameron-highlands-all-way.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-2568427653001277102</id><published>2008-12-21T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:29:21.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOOM BAM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha(: I was wondering, why there was a tab on this Firefox window on Google search results for Ben Affleck. Must've been Julianne or Dad. Which is really ironic if it was them. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Ben Affleck is from Cambridge, Massachusetts. Which is quite near where I was. Like on the train from Tampines to City Hall. Awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun in Malaysia. Camping 3D2N. We were camping with a bunch of home shoolers' scout group from Singapore. They're so awesome! Haha. The campsite was surrounded by trees and streams. So the scene was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. So glad that didn't take over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Converse warehouse sale. It's still going on. It's quite near my church, like walking distance - to me it is. I don't know what your limits are. My mom and Julianne went to buy (they helped Christy and me buy) but they got the wrong size for these two pairs so my mom went back there with Christy and me. Fortunately, they let us exchange, though they said no exchange at first. While exchanging, there was this little girl - okay, maybe not so little. Like primary school kid girl - who told her mother, "Mommy! Everyone in school wear this kind of shoes one, eh!" She was pulling her mother's arm into the sweaty crowd. It was amazing to hear that coming from a probably P4 or P3 girl.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about shoes reminds me of school shoes which reminds me of school which reminds me to tell you that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is BOOM dynamite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try decoding the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ's 'I Am One Of Them':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;It's hard to look outside my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;With all the news reports and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Yet I will do my part and stay on alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;For all the kids out there who are getting hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;It could have happened to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Can you make me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;This could have a happy end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;'Cause I am one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-2568427653001277102?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2568427653001277102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=2568427653001277102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2568427653001277102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2568427653001277102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/bam-haha-i-was-wondering-why-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-3276362598814319881</id><published>2008-12-11T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:28:18.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where are we going?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remind me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe Bryan admitted he's weird. I really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went out with Christy, Mun Yu and Nicole. Fun? Yup. We window-shopped around Bugis Street. That was when I bought the cardigan. Like finally! But it was too expensive for me. Tried bargaining but failed. Bugis Street was alot like the Ben Tanh Market we went to in Vietnam. If only Ms Tan could bargain for me just like what she did in Vietnam. I'm not persuasive enough. Sadly. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! We walked from one end of a MRT train to the other end! How AWESOME is that? Really awesome, right? Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at eleven nowadays. So I think I'm reviving! Yay:D But, um, on the day we leave Singapore, I have to wake up at four in the morning. Which is really weird. I won't get much sleep, right? I can just imagine me waking up and groaning and throwing fits at Christy. Hope that won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lil' reminders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EXAS IS THE SAME ALIGNMENT AS WHAT PLACES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Something to do with the seasons. Haha(: It's the football season, btw. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; football. GO LONGHORNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UG REBECCA OR ANY CHURCH MATE POSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Really random. Maybe not. I just feel like hugging someone like Rebecca. Adeline will do:D Oh, Emily too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UG BRYAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This one is not random as I've not hugged my brother for a really long time. To me, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-3276362598814319881?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3276362598814319881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=3276362598814319881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3276362598814319881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3276362598814319881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-bryan-admitted-hes-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6019870845055349148</id><published>2008-12-09T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:46:19.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Je t&apos;aime'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christy came upon this picture of 'Young Bella' from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;and the actress was wearing a jumper that I wore before. I bought it from the U.S. so no big surprise. But I bought that like last year. I wore it to the second time 5/3 '07 went to Mrs Wong's house. So yup. Wanted to upload the picture here but can't seem to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;: But Mun Yu has the picture&lt;br /&gt;Okay. What picture?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just when I was beginning to think that I was recovering, I slept at 3am last night. Um, maybe this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;: It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; fault.&lt;br /&gt;But I really couldn't sleep! If I tried, I would be staring at the ceiling for an hour or so and just start thinking about random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;: Ok, fine. Just count sheep. It works. Remember at Faith's house? When we slept over? I almost fell asleep while counting until you called my name or either Daniella or Angel made a noise.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't work. Tried counting til it was over a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, interesting conversation, right?&lt;br /&gt;I love the song, 'Say You Love Me' by Jolin Tsai. One of the very few Chinese songs I like. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaper &lt;/span&gt;the show because it's so funny. And Hayden Christensen from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jumper&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars II&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars III&lt;/span&gt;. I think he should've been Edward in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really love him but just like him, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to get my ears pierced. I think so. Yeah. My sister just got them pierced. I gotta wait til I'm sixteen. But it's no big thing. For now. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love Apple? It's so awesome, right? It's like a new generation.&lt;br /&gt;But what about the early twentieth century? Where those people wore those cute lil' caps. Wait - maybe I don't love it. I just find the caps cute.&lt;br /&gt;I love WHAM!, ABBA, CCR, Stevie Wonder (I think) and a few other 80s artists.&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine Bryan saying, "weirdo!" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I just remembered. I saw Fila just now at the NTUC. I think she was with her sister. She must've thought my ah-ma was my mom again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6019870845055349148?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6019870845055349148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6019870845055349148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6019870845055349148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6019870845055349148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/christy-came-upon-this-picture-of-young.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5002418108904247296</id><published>2008-12-09T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:31:34.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time after time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it slips'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/1211/12/1211_12_82---Park-Street-Church--Boston--Massachusetts_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 232px;" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/1211/12/1211_12_82---Park-Street-Church--Boston--Massachusetts_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Park Street Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my church in Boston. Amazing, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It's like on the corner of a busy junction.&lt;br /&gt;It's from the the early nineteenth century. Yup. Early &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1800s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And you know 'The Suite Life of Zack and Cody'? Their 'hotel' is supposedly behind it.&lt;br /&gt;I remember their children ministry was filled with small kids so Christy and I went with the adults. I think once I slept through the sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I did lots of baking today. With my mom and Christy. We baked brownies and cupcakes. The icing was a disaster. Because of the colorings. It was fun(:&lt;br /&gt;It was cold today, right? Wet and cold. The wind was like the kinds you have in winter. So nice. Although the huhwhat mosquitoes came in, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Let me end this post with a song:D&lt;br /&gt;Lots of other people sang this song. It's originally from the 80s. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Time After Time&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ashley Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;If you're lost, you can look&lt;br /&gt;And you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, I will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5002418108904247296?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5002418108904247296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5002418108904247296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5002418108904247296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5002418108904247296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/park-street-church-this-was-my-church.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-3125958880195116181</id><published>2008-12-07T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:49:51.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Identify the Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting tired. A good sign, right? Right? Late for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YF&lt;/span&gt; because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; and me. Bad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to Malaysia from the thirteenth to the eighteenth. Going camping then shopping(: I so need my High Sierra bag from Laura. Too bad she's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt; words &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Plain White Ts&lt;/span&gt;. Very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;(: I wonder how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;insomnious&lt;/span&gt; nights I must go through before I can regenerate myself. Okay, regenerate sounds too sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe revive myself? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Vanessa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hudgen's&lt;/span&gt; 'Identified':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;You can say what you want&lt;br /&gt;Play it cool if you like&lt;br /&gt;But you're identified&lt;br /&gt;You play my heart 'cause you're smart&lt;br /&gt;Put up a front&lt;br /&gt;But I see what's inside&lt;br /&gt;That you're identified&lt;br /&gt;You play my heart 'cause you're smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-3125958880195116181?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3125958880195116181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=3125958880195116181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3125958880195116181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3125958880195116181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-getting-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5049503600904949016</id><published>2008-12-07T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:50:19.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collide the Days with the Nights'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I found this way too funny video. So I thought maybe people like Mun Yu would enjoy it. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, going on and on with the insomnious nights/mornings. And there's YF to go to. That means waking up earlier and not trying to yawn as I usually do in sermons. You've seen me yawn in class, right? It's not because I'm bored or tired. It's just a habit. But sometimes, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; because I'm tired. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna celebrate Natasha's birthday! By going out with my sisters. But idk if there's enough time for that. Our schedules clash, collide, crash at the wrong times. Haha(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5049503600904949016?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5049503600904949016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5049503600904949016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5049503600904949016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5049503600904949016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-i-found-this-way-too-funny-video.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5372731365743182388</id><published>2008-12-04T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:44:27.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Won&apos;t Grow Out'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 11plus! Which is good for a change right? Except for the fact that I slept at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my 'I Won't Grow Up' tee to the overnighter and at least five people said, "I won't grow up. I like your t-shirt." or "The girl on the right, nice t-shirt." But this all happened when we were playing the night game thing. So they probably said it because it wasn't a face-to-face thing?&lt;br /&gt;And I heard from YF seniors that lots of people like _____. And I don't think I'll like him because of that.&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I hear that people like this certain song, person, book, etc., I avert from it. Like for example, I know lots of people like Boys Like Girls - so right now, I don't like them. But on the other hand, Twilight is the craze nowadays and I read a few pages to see why. I found it interesting so I just started to like it.&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing serious. It's just how weird I am. And Bryan Tan thinks I'm weird. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;And, I've always like Apple. Ever since I was K2. I grew up with it. It's not like because of their iPods or MacBook Air. I was so glad when in the U.S., we used Apple laptops instead of HP whatever. And I hate the Yankees. Unlike Nat Loong(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED SOX&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5372731365743182388?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5372731365743182388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5372731365743182388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5372731365743182388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5372731365743182388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-woke-up-at-11plus-which-is-good-for.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5496410763743917717</id><published>2008-12-04T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:26:23.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma cherie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adapt'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;APPY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;IRTHDAY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ATASHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;12&lt;/span&gt;! After having to tell so many people you're still &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;eleven&lt;/span&gt;. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;Well, all the best in the next twelve months of being &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;twelve&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;thirteen&lt;/span&gt;. It'll be your last year before being teenage. Ya better enjoy every &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; of it and just sulk around for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;:D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ARIANNE (san jie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Guess I'm staying up again. That sucks. I need a healthy lifestyle. But if I try sleeping, I'll just be insomniac. And that sucks as much as staying up late. And oh my goodness! I just saw a flying cockroach. Its antennas are so swingy. And it's HUMONGOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Trying to ignore it but hardly doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been brooding over the P6 Overnighter (Pei Si, that's the name. It's like a church camp thinggi. Except it's for youths) camp. Alot. It was awesome but being new is so not. It's like coming to school in the middle of second semester. Oh, wait - I did that already. And they prejudiced me as quiet. Ha. Nicole called me bold. So it's exact oppisites. Maybe it's because I have to gradually adapt first.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5496410763743917717?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5496410763743917717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5496410763743917717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5496410763743917717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5496410763743917717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-natasha-youre-finally-12.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8082925864663412632</id><published>2008-12-03T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:06:42.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the ride with you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 3plus. My system is so messed up. It is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I love 'On The Ride' by Aly &amp;amp; AJ. It comprehends Christy and me(:&lt;br /&gt;Especially these parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll laugh 'til we cry&lt;br /&gt;Read each others minds&lt;br /&gt;Live with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Make it all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Make it all worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has moments hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;Feeling great and feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;Never coming down from this&lt;br /&gt;Mountain we're on&lt;br /&gt;Always knowin' we're gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;Feeling great and feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;Never coming down from this&lt;br /&gt;Mountain were on&lt;br /&gt;The view is so clear&lt;br /&gt;And it's crazy up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life is amazing with you on the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to be lazy&lt;br /&gt;The journey is perfect&lt;br /&gt;The pace is so crazy&lt;br /&gt;The race is so worth it&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you&lt;br /&gt;We'll do this together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Always together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably heard it from&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://loved-dd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea's blog&lt;/a&gt;. So I guess you should know how it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Those enlarged and colored are my message to my sister:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8082925864663412632?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8082925864663412632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8082925864663412632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8082925864663412632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8082925864663412632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-woke-up-at-3plus.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6811720915685557194</id><published>2008-12-02T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:00:08.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F is BOOM Dynamite(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from P6 Overnighter at church.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. I arrived on the second day. At night, we were in a room playing games like 'Blow, Wind, Blow'. And if you get a forfeit, you have to go to '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dark Room&lt;/span&gt;'. To me, it was an execution room. Because the people who went in never came out.&lt;br /&gt;Then someone wanted to go to '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dark Room&lt;/span&gt;'. And she HAS to take a P6 kid with her. So with a random pick, I was chosen. I was so scared, I tried getting someone else to go with her. But to no avail, I went.&lt;br /&gt;In '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dark Room&lt;/span&gt;', the lights were off, obviously. Someone came and told us - no, shouted at us - to face the wall and stop laughing. She handcuffed us together and blindfolded us.&lt;br /&gt;To make the long story short, the Youths were 'welcoming' us sixers by ragging us. They treated us like hostages, poured water down our shirts and made us do ridiculous stuff. Which is, ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Haha(: I know you guys don't care about my church but I just wanted to let you guys know what happened:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6811720915685557194?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6811720915685557194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6811720915685557194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6811720915685557194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6811720915685557194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-p6-overnighter-at-church.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-544422355041075175</id><published>2008-11-26T06:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:50:30.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My November Summer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been up to some crazy reading for the past few hours. So amazing, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSx-nQYOOvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6x3cEGQ1mpw/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSx-nQYOOvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6x3cEGQ1mpw/s200/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272728476620569330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pinevale at 6:23am. Only my ex-schoolmate's house's lights are on. Really weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up at 3pm so I was able to stay awake until past midnight. I decided to read since my dad didn't allow me to watch TV. I read from three to six. It's a nightmare how time flies. I thought it was only in the early fives. Guess I was wrong. I had breakfast with my mom. The smell of coffee, the crisp croissant and the smell of the atmosphere overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you noticed how long the days have been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like summer starting all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-544422355041075175?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/544422355041075175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=544422355041075175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/544422355041075175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/544422355041075175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-up-to-some-crazy-reading-for.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSx-nQYOOvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6x3cEGQ1mpw/s72-c/DSC00911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37776840.post-1694549929344091284</id><published>2008-11-25T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:42:35.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cook up some pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://cookie-forever.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cookie's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;List 15 people in your mind now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Christianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Shermaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hosea:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mun Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chen Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Xin Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Aniq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Pei Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Christabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you ever hugged 1? (Christianne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! The best hugger ever. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;What's the best memories you have of 10? (Bryan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... How he kept saying 'Hosea seh!' during the Vietnam trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;When's the next time you're gonna see 6? (Hosea:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tell something about number 15. (Christabel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She supports along with Pei Si but she self-criticises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;What do you like about 8? (Nicole)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talks about interesting things and is very fun to be with. I like her laughter(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Is number 4 attractive? (Clara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say attractive physically but attractive in her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;What was your first impression of 7? (Mun Yu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;How did you meet 3? (Laura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year. She was with Clara and I asked her why her last name is Reyes. She probably thought I was weird after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you think 13 could kill someone? (Nadine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!!! Why would she? She's my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Is 11 your best friend? (Xin Wei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. He's just a [boy] friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you ever kissed 5? (Shermaine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope but why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you think 2 has a crush on you? (Natasha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she's lesbian. Unless you mean 'crush' literally. If so, I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;What is the last thing you did with 1? (Christianne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, she's eating dinner now... I think I was watching her use the laptop while waiting for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever hung out with 2 outside of school? (Natasha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! Too many times, I don't think I can count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you ever slept with 5? (Shermaine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have. In a sleepover, obviously(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you think 6 is sexy? (Hosea:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Ha! Ha. I find this too funny to answer. Hahahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you ever liked 7? (Mun Yu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever? Yeah, and I still am liking her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Where is the last place you went with 8? (Nicole)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of school, Wild Wild Wet or her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Are you real close to 9? (Chen Ting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, no. But we became close during the last few days of school(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;What kind of relationship do you have with 10? (Bryan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Would you ever kiss 11? (Xin Wei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Let me think. Maybe, if I were doing some stupid dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you ever been to the movies with 12? (Aniq)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you ever gotten in trouble with 13? (Nadine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. If I did, she would scold me over and over again. And say, "What kind of daughter are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Would you ever make a move on 14? (Pei Si)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what you're talking about. I guess so. In a friendly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;What do you and 15 talk about the most? (Christabel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Lots of random stuff. But right now, self criticism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-3897735061967868688?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3897735061967868688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=3897735061967868688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3897735061967868688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3897735061967868688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-my-blog-is-now-filled-with-utter.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-758039570205094817</id><published>2008-11-23T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:34:40.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to Marina Square with my family, which now consists of just my dad, brother, Christy and me. I saw some kids playing with a balloon. Their balloon was bouncing from here to there to their ah-ma's head. Their ah-ma laughed and tried to hit it back. So I found that funny in a cute way(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The P6s graduated from EKC in church. We're now in Youth. Not excited about that. Haha:D Then where would we go? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. Even though all we [Laura, Christy, Natasha and I] did was look at the Vietnam trip photos, take photos, go to PP and make Natasha an early birthday present. But it was nice to be together again. I was supposed to return Laura her bag but I didn't. I was so surprised my church friend remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my church friend knows Daniel Tan. Amazing, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-758039570205094817?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/758039570205094817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=758039570205094817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/758039570205094817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/758039570205094817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-night-i-went-to-marina-square-with.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5010408284612042401</id><published>2008-11-22T02:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:15:48.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan the Man'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funeral for my fish, Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't as stupid as Christy's fish, Deanne, to jump out of the plastic container we put them in.&lt;br /&gt;He's probably the 10th fish that died in my house.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not 100% positive that he was a boy but I loved his black tail. Especially when it moves.&lt;br /&gt;He might not go to heaven, but I know God loves him(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fishy memory,&lt;br /&gt;MC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a stomach cramp that lasted the whole day. I slept through it until it was midnight. So here I am. Hopefully, I would be better tomorrow because I'm going out with my sisters from school(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5010408284612042401?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5010408284612042401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5010408284612042401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5010408284612042401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5010408284612042401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/funeral-for-my-fish-dan-he-wasnt-as.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-3251937871691732395</id><published>2008-11-19T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:17:24.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to Show'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSP1NLP9BzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dOgoR-VRiKg/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSP1NLP9BzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dOgoR-VRiKg/s200/DSC00798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270325595660420914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from my ah-ma's house. I enjoyed the long bus trips, I guess. Nice scenery out of the windows. So green. A few tombstones along the way. But it was still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSP0JrolU9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZJ9GP7KZ1ts/s1600-h/Vietnam+Trip+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSP0JrolU9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZJ9GP7KZ1ts/s200/Vietnam+Trip+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270324436122555346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Laura hugging a pillow on the plane to Vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSPyRZnq2JI/AAAAAAAAADg/zhBy4HDX3Jg/s1600-h/Vietnam+Trip+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSPyRZnq2JI/AAAAAAAAADg/zhBy4HDX3Jg/s200/Vietnam+Trip+138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270322369702582418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The class Clarence, Matthias, Christy, Laura and I went to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSP0JCbAA5I/AAAAAAAAADo/unPcZc42mJ8/s1600-h/Vietnam+Trip+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSP0JCbAA5I/AAAAAAAAADo/unPcZc42mJ8/s200/Vietnam+Trip+163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270324425059730322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Me with my buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSPyQ6XTEEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/C7DcY70EAsQ/s1600-h/Vietnam+Trip+210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSPyQ6XTEEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/C7DcY70EAsQ/s200/Vietnam+Trip+210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270322361312415810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Natasha looking so pretty with her banana and me looking so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSP0JQDNZtI/AAAAAAAAADw/mWtBa__Qrr4/s1600-h/Vietnam+Trip+229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSP0JQDNZtI/AAAAAAAAADw/mWtBa__Qrr4/s200/Vietnam+Trip+229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270324428718040786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Christy and Maybelle on the sampan boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSPyQibmhmI/AAAAAAAAADI/RHXpuWFIhlc/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSPyQibmhmI/AAAAAAAAADI/RHXpuWFIhlc/s200/DSC00815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270322354888017506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;The two guppies Christy and I bought at Church. For about twenty cents. We made them watch Aly &amp;amp; AJ's music video of Like Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-3251937871691732395?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3251937871691732395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=3251937871691732395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3251937871691732395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3251937871691732395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-my-ah-mas-house.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SSP1NLP9BzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dOgoR-VRiKg/s72-c/DSC00798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37776840.post-3301834406234384079</id><published>2008-11-17T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:58:26.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Closure'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to Aly &amp;amp; AJ's first album. Love it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's dreadful when you have to work or go to school. When it's a holiday, Monday's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Except for today.&lt;br /&gt;The last first Monday after school's closure of primary school. I don't know if you understand this. Quite confusing, right? Let me try to simplify it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;The last first Monday, after school's closure, of primary school. Better? I hope so. But idk.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Marcus just now. With his mom and sister. His sister is very cute. He was boarding the bus while I was alighting.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to my ah-ma's house in Bukit Batok. It's the place I can relax because I won't see anyone I know unless that person is related to me. And I can play SIMS 2! I LOVE that game. Haha:D Crazy, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-3301834406234384079?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3301834406234384079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=3301834406234384079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3301834406234384079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3301834406234384079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/listening-to-aly-ajs-first-album.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-4039685137577569938</id><published>2008-11-14T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:32:21.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Last Day Of St. Hilda&apos;s'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to Aly &amp;amp; AJ's album. Love it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of primary school. Not unless I have to stay back for another year of P6. Haha. I hated the fact that we had to sit for hours. Not a very good way to spend the last day of school, if you ask me. We should have had a graduation party. There's still other times we can meet though. Like PSLE results day, 5/3 reunion, outings with my sisters, MCCC, Mun Yu and Nicole. Can visit Maybelle and Nicole any time I want. Along with Aysha, of course. She still has my clip. Should I chase after her? Better not. I might seem like a loan shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; for making me laugh whenever possible and you were the one who made me blog almost everyday. And for making MCCC outings possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Shermaine&lt;/span&gt; for making me feel better whenever I'm feeling down. You're always smiling and laughing:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Mun Yu&lt;/span&gt; for helping me with whatever homework problems or questions unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt; for being my mom! You talk about something interesting that makes me forget about whatever problem I have in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; for being my da jie. You're doing a good job at it except for sometimes. And for caring(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; for being my lil' sis. Remember during the Vietnam trip? I really felt the sister bond there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; for being my twin sister. No words to comprehend it:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-4039685137577569938?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4039685137577569938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=4039685137577569938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4039685137577569938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4039685137577569938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/listening-to-aly-ajs-album.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-4320475025864200776</id><published>2008-11-13T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:58:56.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All My Loves'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Loving &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MCCC&lt;/span&gt; always:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Ms Tan and Mr Sean Lim saw my blog. Hmm... Hope they didn't see anything that was not supposed to be read by teachers. I think that Mr Lim said that my blog looked nice. But idk. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was glad Ms Tan gave her goodbye speech. And signed my graduation bear magnet and profile book. Haha! Hopefully, I won't lose them. But I'm so forgetful, unmindful and clumsy. So what are the chances?&lt;br /&gt;I still don't got the people I want for my profile book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SRw4sfLHg0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EPEO-rlHw3E/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SRw4sfLHg0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EPEO-rlHw3E/s200/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148001050166082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Port Dickson(: So pretty, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SRw4sY0FBrI/AAAAAAAAACA/F7wuI_IPHws/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SRw4sY0FBrI/AAAAAAAAACA/F7wuI_IPHws/s200/DSC00450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268147999342921394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Laura and me. I thought that was Christy. Supposed to be studying but we were like playing on the playground instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SRw4srDR5uI/AAAAAAAAACI/y-F4B6hu-Ns/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SRw4srDR5uI/AAAAAAAAACI/y-F4B6hu-Ns/s200/DSC00621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148004238517986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mini Chocolate Chip's flip flops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SRw4sknPNPI/AAAAAAAAACY/VKdYOcvI9SU/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SRw4sknPNPI/AAAAAAAAACY/VKdYOcvI9SU/s200/DSC00710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148002510288114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nat Loong sleeping during the Vietnam trip. We were on the bus going somewhere. But why does Nat Loong sleep like that? Haha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-4320475025864200776?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4320475025864200776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=4320475025864200776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4320475025864200776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4320475025864200776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/loving-mccc-alwaysd-i-heard-that-ms-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GG2VpzZ6U/SRw4sfLHg0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EPEO-rlHw3E/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37776840.post-8443314700926939265</id><published>2008-11-12T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:43:18.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What What Wild? Crazy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Monday, went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Wild Wild Wet&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mun Yu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;. My ah-ma came along:D It was fun and weird and eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt; because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Wild Wild Wet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; fun, right? Haha(: We got stuck in the slide while we were sliding. It's especially scary when we get stuck in the slide that's completely covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt; because...&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy who asked Christy for her number. But I guess it was just a dare from his friends. And that guy was UGLY. Like seriously. Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Eccentric&lt;/span&gt; because...&lt;br /&gt;The tsunami was eccentric. There was a life guard who had to dive in to get a girl. I don't think she was drowning a lot, though. Mun Yu dropped her glasses twice. Christianne drank the water by accident. And the water had DEAD insects. Everyone of us was screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I&amp;amp;E Carnival&lt;/span&gt; was fun. The balloon game was crazy. Every boy cornered me. Non-stop. So fun, huh. Laura and I went around shouting, "Come to 6/3! Ms Joyce Tan's class!" I even asked those ex-pupils whether they know her and to come support us. I asked those pupils who are not P6 what their classes are and maybe they should come to support their 'future' class. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8443314700926939265?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8443314700926939265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8443314700926939265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8443314700926939265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8443314700926939265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-monday-went-to-wild-wild-wet-with.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-7568558331307763131</id><published>2008-11-08T07:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:34:41.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ho Ho Ho Huh?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays, smsing lots of boys instead of girls. Haha. It's so weird. If I get a sms from a girl now, I would just stare blankly it. And it will take two seconds for me to realize and all of a sudden, I'll be like, "Oh my goodness! Look what whoever wrote! Oh my goosh, oh my goosh, oh my goosh. Christy, can you read it? I can't bear it." Like lol, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on Wednesday, my ah-ma had to take Christy and me home. So when she came inside the class, all the boys were like, "Aniq! Aniq!", trying to show Aniq my 'mother'. Haha! They think my ah-ma is my mother. Funny, right? Okay, fine. But to me, it is. Sure, my ah-ma looks young. But does she look like a mother of 4 kids ranging from 12-16? Okay, maybe. But I don't like it when people mistake my ah-ma for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I had a doctor's appointment. My ah-ma had to bring me there again. Then the nurse told me that my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; can wait outside. And then we went to the doctor's room. Same thing happened. Except the doctor asked. Huh. At least at Bukit Batok, everything's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were playing captain's ball and floorball, I saw Santa like acting cool. Haha. But it was cute at the same time. The girls cheered for the boys but they didn't cheer for us. I saw 6/1 boys cheering for the 6/1 girls. So good! Wish our boys weren't so sexist. SEXIST.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went home with Julianne and Christy from Siglap. When we had to transfer buses and take bus 168, I was like stuffing my cookie from baking class in my mouth when we boarded. Then Christy was like saying something but I couldn't hear. Then all of a sudden, I saw Manuel. Nicole's ex-neighbour. Christy was like saying that she saw him and that he was like laughing. So embarrassing. I was eating a cookie. My smiley face cookie. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Chip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Cookie&lt;/span&gt;! All my loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-7568558331307763131?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7568558331307763131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=7568558331307763131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7568558331307763131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7568558331307763131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/nowadays-smsing-lots-of-boys-instead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1121448719767904436</id><published>2008-11-03T18:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:36:11.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deimsomnia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Laura and I made Ms Tan angry lots of times. She scolded us four times in three days. So embarrassing, now that I think about it. Deafening silence.&lt;br /&gt;We kept asking Mrs Lee whether she likes ABBA, Queen and WHAM!.&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel room had problems. It was like big, according to Ms Tan, Ms Lau, er jie and xiao mei.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Halloween. I remember in K2, I'd wish to go trick-or-treating. Then last last year, I did go trick-or-treating. Last year, promised myself that next year, I would do a 'prank' with Christy. But this year, in Vietnam, I saw those Halloween decorations and remembered my promise. And bad memories. So I guess, I hated Halloween from that day. But I would look forward to it every October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 15 45. I wanted to go to school but I overslept. I know that Ms Tan was the last to leave the airport and was the first in class 6/3 to arrive in school. She was probably one of the first teachers to arrive in school. So, I wanted to be fair to Ms Tan by going to school. But I overslept... And I heard from Nicole that she had a stomachache. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the chorus of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Imsomniatic&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;-oh-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I am erratic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Can't break the habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;My current status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;With you I'm imsomniatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I need you, more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I still do, willing to let it show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I need a minute just to get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I feel like I might be getting through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Come over and say nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Silence is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1121448719767904436?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1121448719767904436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1121448719767904436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1121448719767904436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1121448719767904436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-vietnam.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-2612654506396040798</id><published>2008-10-26T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:28:52.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridge to Vietnam'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/span&gt;. It left a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;palpable&lt;/span&gt; impression on me. I cried when I heard that that girl died. Well, not really at that part but when that boy's teacher talked to him privately about her husband's death. I cried so much like never before in front of a TV screen. Amazing, huh.&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, there was one part where they talked about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; damning people who don't believe in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt; to hell. And that girl didn't believe in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt; so that boy was like guilty when she died. Because he could have done something to prevent her from dying.&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh Hutcherson&lt;/span&gt; looks so cute? Haha. He looks so nice. But he changed his hairstyle recently and now he looks weird. But never mind. I still think he looks cute(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I remember talking about this movie before in my blog when the movie came out. I was still in USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Kiss Before Dying&lt;/span&gt; creeps me out. Read Christy's blog to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;Giving Lip Smackers out to my close friends. Reluctant to do so actually.&lt;br /&gt;Anxious for Vietnam trip. Sorry, I meant Exvous. Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Excited + nervous = exvous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's family day in my family. No idea what we're gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to whoever started that rumour about Christianne liking Aniq, it's not true. Nothing better to do, is it? Act like paparazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm so random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-2612654506396040798?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2612654506396040798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=2612654506396040798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2612654506396040798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/2612654506396040798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-watched-bridge-to-terabithia.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-7564007245551284727</id><published>2008-10-21T09:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:03:24.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCCC&apos;s Day Out'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was fun. Why?&lt;br /&gt;MCCC had an outing together. We went to Bedok, White Sands (Pasir Ris), East Point (Simei), TM and Bugis. Haha. I'm kidding about the Bugis part. We started from Cookie's house.&lt;br /&gt;We played badminton, watched TV then bathed before we ate. So yummy... I'm so hungry now...&lt;br /&gt;We went to White Sands first. Main focus was to do neoprints but we bought little things on the way. Like I bought this small black box to keep neoprints. After that, went to Popular to look around. Cookie bought some stuff while Mini Chocolate Chip looked at the music. Chip saw something that she wanted but didn't buy it in the end. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Took the train to East Point. We went to Pet Safari and saw those cute pups and dogs. Then we went to BK and sorted out the neoprints situation. After that, took the MRT to TM. We kept on running up and down the stairs at the MRT station. Mini couldn't really do that because of her shoes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ipanema.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ipanema. Ipanema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At TM, we went to Artbox, Mini Toons and Popular again. I got a headband from Artbox. It was a present from Mini Cookie. I still have to give them presents...&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Cookie's house. Did the neoprints situation thinggi again then went to eat dinner. After dinner, we finally sorted out the neoprints situation.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, I'll post some neoprints on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Da jie and xiao mei coming later(: Don't know what we're gonna do. Hopefully, we can use the laptop and I'll show them some videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-7564007245551284727?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7564007245551284727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=7564007245551284727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7564007245551284727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7564007245551284727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6584600559233345259</id><published>2008-10-15T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:37:50.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stand By Me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Laura, Christy and I went to Nicole's house to eat &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;KOREAN NOODLES&lt;/span&gt;!!! So huhwhat yummy! We watched Kids Central and I saw Gayle Nerva. Haha. She looked like MileyC. On the way to my home, we went to the playground. We asked these two PC Primary boys to help me call someone. Haha. Then one of those boys had a sister named Nicole. She told us to call her Nicole Ngah-get(nugget).&lt;br /&gt;At my house, I realised I left my socks behind at the playground. Stupid, huh. So Nicole and I went back to get them. As we passed the bus stop, we saw those three PC people. Haha. I shouted across the road, "Did you see my socks?" Nicole Ngahget's bro said, "I threw them away." For a moment, I believed him and I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? That's the only pair of socks I have.&lt;/span&gt; But of course he's kidding.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, with my socks in my hand, Nicole and I saw that his friend crossed the road. He said to me, "He wants your number." Like haha. Like real. Then Nicole Ngahget shouted, "Nicole! What's your number?" Then Nicole and I laughed then said, "91234567!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I saw some boys from 6/3 just now. They were like laughing and shouting and jumping all around when they saw us. Christy and I wondered what on earth were they doing. Like what did we do to them? Huhwhat crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Huhwhat's definition: a censor for some word I can't use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;STAND BY ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh oh, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh oh, stand, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever you're in trouble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't you stand by me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh oh, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh darling, darling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand by me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh oh, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh oh stand, stand by me, stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6584600559233345259?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6584600559233345259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6584600559233345259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6584600559233345259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6584600559233345259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-laura-christy-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8960515613823909027</id><published>2008-10-14T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:01:29.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ooh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't wanna say it but I guess I have to...&lt;br /&gt;IT"S SO BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only my first day of doing nothing. Even if we go to the computer lab, I would bore myself by looking at other people's computer screens and go, "Ooh" and "Aah".  I was so bored I drew on my leg. My mother (Nadine) thought I looked depressed. Maybe I should go to rehab. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;My da ge just realized he has a family in class. And that his son is the same age as him. I guess we scared the huhwhat out of him.&lt;br /&gt;Before CC and I went to Nicole's house, we ate at  McDonald's. Christy and I shared half a burger and McFlurry. We found Pei Si and Amirah there. So we ate together. After eating, Nicole put salt on Pei Si's chilli and I put my leftover lettuce thinggi on it too. We started a salad by adding french fries too. Should have added my ice lemon tea to it.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Laura's coming to my house until like the parents' briefing for Vietnam starts. Wonder what she'll think of my cute ah-ma. And my brother. And unlikely my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;about 4 hours to sleep. At least I'm not like Laura. Wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NatNatNatashaNatNatNicoleNatNatCatNatNat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8960515613823909027?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8960515613823909027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8960515613823909027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8960515613823909027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8960515613823909027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-wanna-say-it-but-i-guess-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6593686795154071086</id><published>2008-10-12T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:05:56.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sightseeing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't go to church today because Julianne and ____ woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3) I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ans: (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went all over Singapore today to go sightseeing! Nah, just kidding. But we went from east to west. We went to Holland then Paya Lebar then Bedok then finally Tampines. If we went to church, it would've been Potong Pasir infront of Holland, I guess. When Christy and I were playing in the playground at Holland, reminded me of _______. Only Christianne knows who but kinda silly... And no, it's not Matthew. He's not in St. Hilda's.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had a movie marathon. &lt;em&gt;Roman Holiday &lt;/em&gt;starring &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Audrey Hepbrun&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;em&gt;Home Run&lt;/em&gt; starring &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;that cute boy&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;em&gt;The Leap Years&lt;/em&gt; starring &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wong Li-Lin&lt;/span&gt;. Allan Wu was inside. Haha. Watched a bit of Les Miserables in between movies. I want to watch the whole thing, though.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is like anti-social weekend (unless you count my mom's friend or my family or doctors and nurses) because I didn't go to school and church. And stayed at home all Saturday swimming, watching movies and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Turned into a chocolate with two red eyes after swimming. Finally I can match my nickname in &lt;strong&gt;MCCC&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;CC&lt;/span&gt;: Lol. You said all those stuff when I only told you to help me publish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6593686795154071086?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6593686795154071086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6593686795154071086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6593686795154071086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6593686795154071086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/didnt-go-to-church-today-because.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-107757383200132430</id><published>2008-10-11T08:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:16:44.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABBA Mania'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I'm listening to ABBA in the car. I love their songs. Except for a few.&lt;br /&gt;I had a doctor's appointment on Thursday and I totally forgot to go there ( CC: You didn't even know when it was at first!) . Don't know what's gonna happen now. They're most likely gonna scold me, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened in school on Friday. I'm sure lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;I do know I might be sleeping with Laura in Vietnam. It's either that or Natasha or someone else. Christy and I hoped we could sleep together. But anything's okay. (CC: What do you mean by that? What about me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-107757383200132430?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/107757383200132430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=107757383200132430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/107757383200132430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/107757383200132430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/nowadays-im-listening-to-abba-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-7198352761889509743</id><published>2008-10-09T08:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:40:28.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad's going to Boston!!! For like two weeks because of work. Told him to buy lots of things for me. But the sad thing is, he has to take the laptop with him.&lt;br /&gt;And I moved. To my old place. Do you now how weird it is to see your old friends but not say a single word? And like how they pass by (our house is on the ground floor and everybody has to pass by to go to wherever) and they don't notice anything different? Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Memories flash everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-7198352761889509743?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7198352761889509743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=7198352761889509743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7198352761889509743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7198352761889509743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dads-going-to-boston-for-like-two.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5896571406445179567</id><published>2008-09-14T07:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:07:52.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myphoneah(Myopia)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Friday, Laura, Christy and I went to Cookie's house. We were wet from playing in the pool and playground. But before that, we had to take bus 22 to go to her house. While waiting, Owen and Kenneth were playing soccer. Kenneth looked kinda weird crouching. Er-hem. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, Christy and I went to Laura's house for the second time in a row on a Saturday. I find her parents cute:D We bought that Billabong bag together. Laura's first shoulder bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can wait for the phone. Just hope it's on a good offer after PSLE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my eyesight has gone worse. I hope I don't have to wear glasses. Like when I was P2. Lol. Actually in P2, I just made an excuse to wear glasses. Really crazy, huh. I wasted my mom's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;This will be my last post until after PSLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;GOD BLESS YA FOR PSLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You must also help yourself, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5896571406445179567?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5896571406445179567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5896571406445179567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5896571406445179567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5896571406445179567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-friday-laura-christy-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-7877353728362426442</id><published>2008-08-23T07:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:00:06.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepless nights and phoneless days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness. Just now, the sky was like completely grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, there was cell group but I was so tired I didn't want to go. Supposed to eat dinner out before we went there but I just stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cook noodles but I just fell asleep. I slept from 8pm to 6am. My whole family is sleeping now. Except for my brother, I think. I just saw him walk to the toilet then walk back to his room. So I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 more days to PSLE. I've not yet started to prepare yet... Better start now, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want that stupid phone. But I have to wait until after PSLE. And I saw that Andrea has it... My church friend has it too. Andrea's one is red and my friend's one is black. I want the black one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I DON'T care what Soon Jie was watching. So shush up, will ya, Bryan and Samuel?&lt;br /&gt;And to Name: hi. Now we're touché.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-7877353728362426442?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7877353728362426442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=7877353728362426442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7877353728362426442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7877353728362426442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5495555500719551530</id><published>2008-08-21T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:56:13.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Lab'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now in com lab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are going crazy over Andrea's, Angela's and Chloe's blog.&lt;br /&gt;I think Soon Jie was watching porn.&lt;br /&gt;Craig's listening to 'Fall For You' by Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Natasha wants to say something:&lt;br /&gt;hi people out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5495555500719551530?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5495555500719551530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5495555500719551530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5495555500719551530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5495555500719551530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-in-com-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-936338243016536443</id><published>2008-08-16T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:04:15.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds and Opposites'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PSLE Oral Exams weren't that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;. Neither were they &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think they were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know I did badly for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I did quite good for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And for prelims, it was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;oppo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going to playgrounds. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's so FUN and cool. Lol. And I can meet new people like Isaac. He isn't Isaac Wu. Oh, and Gorilla. And Korean people. Have you had that experience before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;PUPILS OF 5/3 OF 2007, LISTEN UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO GO TO THE 5/3 REUNION, SAY, "I."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;THANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-936338243016536443?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/936338243016536443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=936338243016536443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/936338243016536443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/936338243016536443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/psle-oral-exams-werent-that-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1346092960941102697</id><published>2008-08-09T10:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:36.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something for Each 08'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>08.08.08 is so awesome, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I'm going to Nicole's house. After much persuasion to our parents. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Laura, CC and I prank called Darren. Lol. Darren was like scolding us for wasting money. But it's Darren Png not Darren Cheah.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for VIETNAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday, I got to do the Rosyth paper. How cool is that? You know, since it was my previous school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Faith and Amelia. But apparently, you guys don't know who they are. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Whoever wants to go to the 5/3 reunion say, "I'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1346092960941102697?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1346092960941102697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1346092960941102697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1346092960941102697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1346092960941102697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/08.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-7659632421724543385</id><published>2008-08-01T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:24:18.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Wishes and Youthful Lives'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TELEMATCH!!! My pants got wet from that. I bet all those P1s and P2s were thinking I wet my pants. Haha. But my group was last place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this boy in P2 and his name is Bryan Chua. And that's my brother's name. And that Bryan Chua is SO cute. In both ways. I saw him in the library two times. He and his friends were like practising spelling. And his friend was so cute too.&lt;br /&gt;But don't think I'm crazy over P2 boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, COOKIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would like to thank those who gave me a birthday present or who said happy birthday to CC and me. First time so many people gave me something on my birthday from school. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-7659632421724543385?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7659632421724543385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=7659632421724543385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7659632421724543385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/7659632421724543385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/telematch-my-pants-got-wet-from-that.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6976389365298544680</id><published>2008-07-27T15:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:04:19.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays + Spoiled and Broken'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;AMELIA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you got my message.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Have fun being &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; in New York, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Which is like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;halfway &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from where I am now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Amelia is in NY but she is from Taiwan. Yeah! I miss her. AHA!&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'm being weird but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days til total destruction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Just kidding!!! I meant 4 more days til my birthday! Too bad it's on the first day of Prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are so spoiled. They get new phones for no good reason. Only because they want it. And they know their parents got money. Spoiled, selfish people...&lt;br /&gt;But it's their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with my mom and Christy. I think that was our birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS.&lt;br /&gt;AND PEACE OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6976389365298544680?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6976389365298544680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6976389365298544680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6976389365298544680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6976389365298544680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-amelia-i-hope-you-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6025285392723273131</id><published>2008-07-19T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:36:31.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical Diaster'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HATE CRAIG AND XIN WEI AND NAT LOONG. They're so evil... Craig and Soon Jie keep on prank calling me and Christy. Wanted to tell Ms Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Founder's Day was awesome. I love the performances from the Dance Club and Guzheng and Choir. It was cool to give us the McDonald's treat but it wasn't dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, CC and I went to Maybelle's house. In the end, we borrowed her piano book. And her dog, Yuki, has her ______ now. So Yuki had to wear a 'diaper'. But I love the piano book. I forgot how to play the left hand but just hearing the tune of it makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6025285392723273131?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6025285392723273131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6025285392723273131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6025285392723273131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6025285392723273131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/hate-craig-and-xin-wei-and-nat-loong.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-3201921336622357386</id><published>2008-07-11T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:12:07.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday To Who?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Christy's blog, you know what happened on our birthday celebration!!! Wasted more than $10, though...&lt;br /&gt;Because P1 registration in the CF room, we had to go to the GEP classroom. The BB boys were there and they were staring at us like we were weirdos in a cage. Especially Darren and Eugene. Eugene was like, "HI!!!" to Lester. After them, it was the GB girls.&lt;br /&gt;____ likes me. Don't think it's _______ or _____. You won't believe if I told you. Craig now threatens me about my secret(s). I told him to shut up and had to stand outside. Christianne was like had a good-job look on her face. Hate him.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Larissa's birthday party tomorrow. Ahaha. One of the closest ex-neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LARISSA! AND CONGRATS ON YOUR NEW BABY SISTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-3201921336622357386?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3201921336622357386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=3201921336622357386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3201921336622357386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/3201921336622357386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-christys-blog-you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8893549447604296227</id><published>2008-07-05T10:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:36:12.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bitter Sweet Memories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4TH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JULY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though it's 5th July here, it's 4th July there. Late at night. That's why I'm celebrating it in my blog. Right. I'm so happy. Well, not really. The memories are running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, THE WORST THING HAPPENED TO ME ON 1st JULY. I had to sit next to a boy.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because Nicole and I keep on talking to each other. I so hate sitting next to that sweaty guy. Did you know he keeps on humming a song? I'd rather sit next to Soon Jie. I guess. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why Clara didn't come for CF yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;There were some photographers who came to take pictures for the yearbook and so, Shanice, Christianne and I went. And two other boys. The photographers told us to do some weirdo pose. That's why we all like didn't want to take the picture anymore. So they replaced us. Yay. Mrs Yee gave us a small lecture, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8893549447604296227?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8893549447604296227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8893549447604296227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8893549447604296227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8893549447604296227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july-aka-happy-birthday-m.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-9018405635791881058</id><published>2008-06-28T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:27:15.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wear my sweater and smile like Beyonce'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christy has been sick for like a few days now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Nicole and I changed the lyrics of Mariah Carey's 'Touch My Body'. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wear my sweater&lt;br /&gt;Smells like Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Like what she did on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear my sweater&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel so hot&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that everyone around you is not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear my seater&lt;br /&gt;Makes you feel so soft&lt;br /&gt;You'll never ever ever want to take it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear my sweater&lt;br /&gt;It'll make you scream out 'wee'&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The last line is undecided.&lt;br /&gt;During CF, Cookie was the OHP person. OHP person controls the slideshow thinggi. Yeah. So Clara was like writing _______ all over the screen with the mouse infront of the whole of CF. Which includes the teachers. Mrs Yee caught her off-guard. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;There was music test when I had a sore throat. But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILEY WILEY!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-9018405635791881058?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9018405635791881058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=9018405635791881058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/9018405635791881058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/9018405635791881058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/christy-has-been-sick-for-like-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6985124851486673934</id><published>2008-06-22T08:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:25:39.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alert. To be or not to be.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time since I've post.&lt;br /&gt;Church! I love church. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Like that Hannah Montana thinggi. I wonder if Munyu watched it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Went running yesterday. My mom wants it to be a regular thing. Until PSLE. To be alert.&lt;br /&gt;A asked B for a pencil one day.&lt;br /&gt;B came up to him and asked, "to be or not to be?"&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean, B?" A asked.&lt;br /&gt;B, slightly annoyed asked, "to be or not to be?"&lt;br /&gt;A replied, "I just want a pencil!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. But 2b or not 2b?" B asked once again with two different kinds of pencils in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6985124851486673934?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6985124851486673934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6985124851486673934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6985124851486673934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6985124851486673934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-time-since-ive-post.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1146757323800607572</id><published>2008-06-05T08:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:20:31.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bukit Batok + Past Few Days&apos; Current Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Since Monday til yesterday, I was at my ah-ma's house. Playing Sims 2. And eating the yummy food. Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Last Friday, my family* had dinner together at Rendesvous. Julianne was late. After that, our mom suggested to watch a midnight show at Plaza Singapura, Golden Village. We watched Indiana Jones! It was soooooo nice. But now I have a weird feeling. Got two more figurines from the Indiana Jones' movies. I can see them from where I am now... Creepy. Nah, not really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The day after, we watched the first three movies on DVD. When he was so, so, so, so much younger. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;On Sunday, we, except JC, ate at Emily's house. For dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Monday to Wednesday all said up there. Oh, heard 'Shake It' by Metro Station on radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Thursday, heard Metro Station's 'Shake It' on Yang and Missing on 98.7FM. Went to Munyu's blog and heard it again. Amazing, huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the rest is waiting to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I wasn't here and all and I didn't tell you guys. But thanks for... Everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*Dad, Mom, JC, BC, CC and MC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1146757323800607572?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1146757323800607572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1146757323800607572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1146757323800607572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1146757323800607572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-since-monday-til-yesterday-i-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6857366123406923570</id><published>2008-05-28T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:27:51.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bug Off'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Am I posting too much? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat. L is my best friend. Unfortunately, SHE is not who you think she is. Keep guessing who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just answer my question, you are such a sicko. In your dreams, I slept next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there are bugs in my house. Most of the time, they're in Christy and my room. They make noises. I absolutely hate them. And scared of them. They come in after it rains, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, after church, it was my church friend's birthday. We went to the Bedok Reservoir. You know Forest Adventure? Yeah. We went there. I was so excited but got scared when I saw a BRIGHT yellow and spots of black fly. I was also scared because of my legs in the air. A bit scared of heights. But I love them too.&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to complete it. I was so glad my dad was there to support me. Even though he was supporting other people... Aha. JK. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there's a band called The Ting Tings? I bet Chen Ting is really happy to hear that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6857366123406923570?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6857366123406923570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6857366123406923570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6857366123406923570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6857366123406923570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-posting-too-much-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8807299234639394647</id><published>2008-05-27T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:53:22.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rules + Tiannan + MPC + Creep-o'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rules of littlegirlheart.blogspot.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Like it or not, say something in the Cbox.&lt;br /&gt;2. No spamming. Eg. Write 5 boxes of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you protest, I'll also protest. Let's see who'll win.&lt;br /&gt;4. Remember, it's my blog and I'm THE.GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I received email from Tianan and Amelia a few days ago! Tianan complained that I did not mention her. So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tiannan! I miss you! I want to see you now! Hope your skin is okay now! Visit Singapore and I'll take you to soooo many places. May God bless you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Math Prep Course so fun and funny. I love the teachers. Last year, my teacher was also funny. I want to be in afternoon session with Clara and Shermaine and Christy. Too bad my marks a bit lower. If not, Mini Chocolate Chip Cookie would be reunited in the same room. Why I score so low? I wanna bang my head against the table. AAAAAAAAAAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Some guy from 6/3, who on earth are you? Creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8807299234639394647?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8807299234639394647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8807299234639394647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8807299234639394647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8807299234639394647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/rules-of-littlegirlheart.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-5471382929407626689</id><published>2008-05-24T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:19:42.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixes and Matches'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just now I went to Wild Wild Wet for Family Day. Amazing boring yet fun. They added new things to the playground. My mother and my brother were soooooo, so, so cute today! Just kidding. The definition of cute is different from the dictionary to me.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel, stop tagging so much. Kinda annoying. No, very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to TM with Munyu, Nicole and Christy. We wanted to take neoprint but the one in TM was no more and Century Square was in renovation. Just our (bad) luck. Acutally, I don't believe in luck. I believe in blessings. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for TELEMATCH! I bet... Eh? What did I wanna say? I just can't wait. Hopefully, we get wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-5471382929407626689?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5471382929407626689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=5471382929407626689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5471382929407626689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/5471382929407626689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-now-i-went-to-wild-wild-wet-for.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-4332380699873985566</id><published>2008-05-23T05:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:54:35.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixture Of Things'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nat. L is my best friend! Going to Nat. L's house was so so nice. We had fun. Stayed there until 8 plus. It felt like a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;Why did some people come to my blog yesterday?? It's boring here. According to Craig, it sucks (Really, who says 'suck(s)' nowadays? I guess only the weirdos say it.). :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I used the computer in school for 2h 30min. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the last day of school! For this semester. I can't wait for Church Camp! Going to Port Dickson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-4332380699873985566?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4332380699873985566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=4332380699873985566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4332380699873985566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/4332380699873985566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/nat.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-9138548448308425562</id><published>2008-05-21T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:35:43.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funfair + Wedding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;amp;E Carnival! What does 'I' and 'E' stand for? Innovative and Expensive? JK.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I enjoyed was playing the balloon game. Mrs Wong and her class were in charge of the game. That was the only game I played. But it was the best. I was the FIRST girl to play. Christy joined me. At first, Natasha and Maybelle didn't want to play. But after much, MUCH, persuasion, they said okay. They had phobia of balloons [popping].&lt;br /&gt;In my first round, I was just standing outside, thinking when I should go in. But since Maybelle and Natasha don't want, I just stayed outside. Soon, some idiotic boy went to pop our balloons. We were OUTSIDE the ring! That's why I call him idiotic. So I bought another.&lt;br /&gt;Christy didn't join me. So she guarded me whenever Craig or Byran or whoever boy wanted to pop my balloon. I love her so much! In the end, I popped around 4 boys' balloon. Cool, eh? Boys' balloons popped by a GIRL. Christianne cheered me on by saying that I'm the girls' rep. After that, balloon popped.&lt;br /&gt;After walking around again, Christy and I played again. This time, Ranjitha, Rachel and Madeline had the balloons. But they weren't playing. So Christy and I were more encouraged.  Despite they were not in it...&lt;br /&gt;This time, that _______ was there. He took off his glasses for what? To impress Andrea? Oh, I see. Don't try guessing! Who that blank is. Actually, I just said his name. Well, one of his names.&lt;br /&gt;That time I only got 2 people... Or something. Josiah went to pop mine when I was out of the ring! So Christy told me to take revenge. So I went to try to pop his balloon. But alas, I failed. What is alas? He tried to kick me near down there. My thigh felt a huge pang and felt numb. I kinda limped over to Christy and Natasha and Aysha. Oh yeah, thanks Natasha for the 50cent coupon! :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Josiah is angry with me or guilty. But I don't know so don't assume that I thought that he felt like that! If not, I kick your butt. JK. You think I have the guts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Natasha had a dream of me marrying Mark? It was held at the Swissotel. She said he was wearing contact lenses and his hair was like now. She also said that I looked pretty. I was wearing a strapless dress and my hair was tied up. I find it awesome but I don't want to admit it... She even drew a picture for how I looked like. Christianne too.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole said that she had a dream I married the Asian guy from Akeelah and the Bee. Today we watched a bit of it in the hall. So coincidental...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-9138548448308425562?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9138548448308425562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=9138548448308425562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/9138548448308425562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/9138548448308425562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-carnival-what-does-i-and-e-stand-for.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1029363726187941901</id><published>2008-05-17T09:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:36:41.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred In This World'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everybody in this world hate at least one thing.&lt;/span&gt; But when it comes to hating each other, I really don't understand. Now, Munyu and Andrea hate each other nowadays and argue online. Why? I don't know. Some misunderstanding? I know that Andrea doesn't like Munyu because Munyu keeps on staring at her. Well, that's what she thinks. For Munyu, I think she thinks Andrea is proud and all.&lt;br /&gt;But I think that they are both wrong. Why would Munyu stare at Andrea when she isn't friends with her anymore? And Andrea is not proud. I think she is just happy that she is in one of the top classes. And her friends, even if they are no longer friends, should have like kinda encourge her to continue working hard.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Andrea is always with her friends. And when she's with her smarty friends and sees us, she doesn't like take a few seconds to step out of her clique and just say hi to us. Just a few seconds. Too much to ask from her? But whenever she does do that, her friends will give us looks. Like as if they don't like us at all. Btw, who's 'us'? Don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Why do I have a brother? Why do I have a brother? Why do I have a brother? To think I wanted another so my bro won't be lonely. Why do I have a brother? Why do I have a brother? I have a brother! I have a brother! I have a brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1029363726187941901?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1029363726187941901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1029363726187941901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1029363726187941901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1029363726187941901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/everybody-in-this-world-hate-at-least_17.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-506441182391525229</id><published>2008-05-17T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:26:25.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Results'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! 1.6! What I love about it is the ending where I can sprint the rest of the way. But too bad, my hairband kept sliding off my hair. So I could have been 8th instead of 9th. It's either that or my timing would have been better. My timing is around 10 min. So hopefully, I got A.&lt;br /&gt;Results...&lt;br /&gt;English: oral- 25/30 LC- 19/20 compo- 26/40 paper 2- 68/95 overall- around 70s/100&lt;br /&gt;Math: overall- 44.5/100 (I'm improved! By three and a half marks.)&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue: oral- 31/50 (I wonder why the teacher gave me such good marks. I thought I would get 20+) LC- 12/20 compo- 24/40 paper 2- 50.25/100&lt;br /&gt;Science: 72/100 (Awesome, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies: 25/30&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA: Sit ups- 40, standing broad jump- 155cm, sit and reach- 36cm (Mrs Simon is so nice to give me ten tries! :D), pull ups- 15&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, I guess. Coolio, right? Um. Nevermind. Don't answer that. Can you believe that I'm writing this at around 2.30am? Love ya, mean it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-506441182391525229?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/506441182391525229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=506441182391525229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/506441182391525229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/506441182391525229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-1_17.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-8912580339037801576</id><published>2008-05-10T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T06:42:59.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here&apos;s What I Got'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so fun. The Truth Game. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I got 52/60! For Science Booklet A! And I didn't study that much. Not as hardworking as other people. But I should not be proud of that. Must work harder! :D Actually, I applied what I learned at home and in Pierce in the Science exam. Which isn't a good sign, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I got 19/20! For English Listening Comprehension! So coolio!&lt;br /&gt;I got 24/30! For English Booklet A! Went down, though. From 27 to 24.&lt;br /&gt;I got 40.5/60! For English Booklet B! From 35, I think, to 40.5! Good, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I got 26/40 for English compo! Don't think it's good, though. I wanted 27 or 28 or 29. Ms Tan mark me as 27 but the average was 26!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy with my results. Well, not that happy. Must work harder...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Group 1 for NAPFA. When Mrs Tan asked to quickly discuss for 2 group leaders in each group. My group VOLUNTEERED Christianne and me! Why? I don't want! But thanks for choosing Christy and me, Amirah, Aysha, Munyu, Chen Ting and Christabel. :)&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we had to vote for one boy and one girl for Model Pupil for our class on a piece of paper. I voted for Haziq and Laura. Don't why, though. Once we were done voting, Ms Tan announced those who had 5 or more votes. She read, "Aniq," 6/3 cheered. "Marianne" I couldn't hear the class at that point of time. I was like whoa. The other person was Nadine and Firdauz. Haha. Lots of people cheered for her and Firdauz. Christianne was voted by Amirah. Thanks Amirah!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who voted for me, though. I only know Aysha and Jaaishini. Thanks, Ashya and Jaaishini. But I want to know the other three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, mean it!&lt;br /&gt;The.Despereaux.Girl&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really despereaux but it's just because of the Model Pupil thinggi. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-8912580339037801576?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8912580339037801576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=8912580339037801576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8912580339037801576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/8912580339037801576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-was-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-6441038364679926153</id><published>2008-05-06T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:33:33.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get (Outta) My Head In The Game'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;If only they had some interesting subject on exam. But it depends. Just can't wait to live my dream. I've been thinking about it for these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I think I did okay for English but I definitely know I did seriously bad for Math. At least I completed the whole thing. But too bad there's still Chinese and Science to go through. I did not study at all. Let me repeat: I. Did. Not. Study. At. All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Okay. Fine. Maybe I did. But only for half an hour in the morning before the exam. I just always get so distracted whenever I want to study or do my homework. All because of MTV, Nickelodeon, Channel 8 and Channel 5. Especially on Tuesdays. Police and Thief! If only the whole TV station would go off for at least 30min so that people can take a rest. But for me, I would try to do my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Angela means 'messenger'? Does that mean that Angela is a messenger to tell all people to wear short skirts and be a hair-popping-out-of-the-side-of-the-head girl? Sorry, I meant the girls not the boys. They like to make people like them so that they can say, "Ew! That _____ likes me. So sick." But this is according to my world. So don't comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I realized that people are wearing ankle socks and all that because they want to break the rules. If the school, right from the beginning, allowed students to wear ankle socks, nobody would be wearing it today in school. Unless they want to, I mean. Am I making any sense? Don't worry. You don't have to understand the countless and undiscovered debates in my head. Get outta my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-6441038364679926153?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6441038364679926153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=6441038364679926153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6441038364679926153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/6441038364679926153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-only-they-had-some-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-49916732265491046</id><published>2008-05-03T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:32:54.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gone Like The Wind'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I went running at Tampines Stadium, my mom told Christy and me to run around the track two rounds. When we reached our second round, Christy run to my side and shouted, "Craig!" I stared at her, puzzled. Then she said, "Craig!" and ran the rest to where we started. I was still confused but I had a feeling that she meant that Craig was in the stadium. I quickly ran after her and asked, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I couldn't feel my legs but I was loving it because I felt light and I was running seriously fast. Couldn't help but smile! :D&lt;br /&gt;So when we finally rested, I asked Christy, "You saw Craig Tay?" She said, "Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;After we ran, in total, 4 rounds, I asked if she wanted to ask Craig if he was int he stadium. So when we did, he said, "Yeah." in a very slangy way, "Did Pei Si tell you?" So Pei Si was there, too. Coolio.&lt;br /&gt;Christy and I got our hair cut yesterday. Christianne is really upset with hers but I'm just a bit upset. Maybe I have to use three clips or a headband to keep the fringe up! &lt;('.')&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-49916732265491046?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/49916732265491046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=49916732265491046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/49916732265491046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/49916732265491046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-went-running-at-tampines-stadium.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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-37776840.post-1661484368374253998</id><published>2008-05-02T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:25:06.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Labour Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Labour Day! Gonna run later. Try to practise running. For 1.6km in NAPFA. Hopefully today, I can finish my homework on time and complete those I owe too. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37776840-1661484368374253998?l=littlegirlheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1661484368374253998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37776840&amp;postID=1661484368374253998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1661484368374253998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37776840/posts/default/1661484368374253998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlegirlheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-labour-day-gonna-run-later.html' title=''/><author><name>littlegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13503457396832104393</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>
